Egypt, the Pyramids.
Motorola sat cross-legged on a small stool placed on the pyramid's apex, a grin plastered on his face as he watched the slaves toiling below.
Damn it, in the 21st century he was a bald programmer. He never dreamed he'd have such a majestic day.
A female attendant beside him peeled grapes with her mouth before bringing them to Motorola's lips.
"Mmm~~!"
"Oh, you f*ck me harder~~"
Feeling the attendant's teasing tongue probe his mouth, Motorola provocatively lifted her chin with his fingers and leered, "My Emperor! It's open!"
A slave digging below suddenly shouted towards the apex, "My Emperor! It's open!"
"Oh, god! Follow me!"
Motorola was overjoyed. This accursed place was not only short on water but also unbearably hot. If he stayed any longer, he'd probably be baked into a dried husk.
He pulled out the stool from under him, flipped it upside down, and placed it on the pyramid's slope, then sat on it himself. With his hands on the stool legs, he kicked off with both feet.
"Whoosh~~~~"
He slid straight down the pyramid.
"F*ck you! Get outta here! Get the f*ck out of the way!!!"
As he slid towards the bottom, Motorola saw several slaves squatting at the pyramid's base and immediately shouted in panic. The slaves were all blond, almost the color of the sand. Coupled with their squatting position, he hadn't spotted them from the apex.
Upon hearing his curses, the slaves instinctively glanced up at the pyramid behind them and quickly jumped aside.
"Oh my god! What are you doing~~~!"
As Motorola on his stool-board slid past the slaves who had moved, he let out a sigh of relief. Then, he suddenly saw that the slaves were all naked from the waist down! Combined with their previous squatting positions, even an idiot would know what they were doing!
Closer, ever closer!
Motorola watched in despair at the dense field of excrement below.
"F*ck, I slid in the wrong direction!"
Thousands of slaves were digging here, eating, drinking, and relieving themselves all around the pyramid. The scene...
But Motorola had no time to react, as the small stool had reached the pyramid's base. The soft sand below brought the stool to a halt. Motorola, sprawled like a starfish, plunged directly into the sand.
"Emperor!"
"Oh, my Emperor!"
The slaves who had just been squatting to defecate rushed over to help him up. The moment Motorola was pulled up, he felt something sticky on his face. He wiped his hand, and upon seeing what it was, immediately vomited.
"Gag~~!"
As he vomited, he rinsed his face with mineral water. It was only ten minutes later that he managed to stand up, weak-kneed. His eyes blazed with fury. Looking at the slaves beside him, he drew a Desert Eagle and fired.
"Bang bang bang bang~~~~!"
Several slaves fell, their limbs twitching. Blood flowed from the bullet holes, soaking into the yellow sand.
"F*ck, I'm done!"
"F*ck!"
Motorola cursed as he shook the water droplets off his hands and walked towards the cave entrance without looking back. It was too disgusting! The slaves working saw him and shrunk back fearfully, quickly clearing a path for him.
He reached the base of the pyramid and looked at the hole before him. The disgust and anger had subsided considerably. It had taken three to four months just to dig through, and he wondered if, besides the system's required items, he could make a small fortune. This era's Europe was far too poor! So poor it was beyond his imagination! Once he obtained these three mission items, he would immediately lead his troops to the mysterious and ancient East! They said it was flowing with riches there, and also had Eastern beauties as beautiful as jade.
"Slurp~~"
Thinking of this, Motorola couldn't help but lick his lips.
Several slaves approached: "Emperor, it's open, it's all open below!"
"Lead the way!"
"Yes, my Emperor!"
A group led the way, with the great Tsar Motorola following behind. For some reason, seeing the men's shifting posteriors, he still felt as though his face was sticky.
He shook off the unpleasant shadow and slowly entered the pyramid's interior through the excavated tunnel. As they went deeper, the low tunnel opened up, revealing what seemed to be a large hall. The hall was empty, with several torches stuck into the pyramid's inner walls, illuminating the space brightly.
Motorola quickly summoned the system and opened the mission tracker. A 3D map appeared before him. The item seemed to be directly beneath his feet! He flipped his right hand, and the Desert Eagle reappeared. With a "bang," he shot the ground beneath his feet. The incredibly hard ground caused the bullet to ricochet instantly.
"Ping ping pang pang" sounds echoed within the pyramid as the bullets continuously ricocheted.
"Oh~~~!"
"My god!"
A slave suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his backside and screaming. The bullet, after bouncing god-knows-how-many times, had finally hit him. Motorola, looking at the blood gushing from the slave's backside, felt no sorrow. Instead, he felt a strange sense of pleasure.
Ignoring the slave, Motorola squatted down and tapped the ground beneath him with the Desert Eagle.
"Thump thump thump~~!"
The sound was dull. It was hollow underneath!
"Dig here!"
Motorola moved aside and shouted to the other slaves. The slaves gathered, armed with rusty shovels, and a few particularly strong ones held modern entrenching tools. However, whether it was a shovel or an entrenching tool, the amount of soil they dug out at once was no larger than a walnut! This was also why it had taken over three months to dig from the outside to the hall. The long periods of dryness and infrequent rain had compressed the pyramid under its own weight, making it as dense as compressed biscuits.
It took a full day to break through the ground less than two feet thick beneath their feet. Looking down into the hole in the ground, it was dark, but there seemed to be something emitting a faint blue light.
"Oh yeahs~!"
Seeing the mysterious blue light, Motorola became excited. This should be what he was looking for. He immediately pointed to a few slaves beside him.
"You! You! Go! Look, look!"
A few slaves looked at each other, then at the sand eagle in Motorola's hand. They seemed to have no choice. Gritting their teeth, they jumped down.
"Thump!"
As the first slave landed steadily below, a dull thud echoed from the hole. The other slaves followed, jumping down one after another. The slaves remaining above handed them torches to illuminate the area below.
"Emperor, it's safe below!"
The first slave to go down shouted back to Motorola above after looking around inside. Hearing this, Motorola still felt a little uneasy. He took out another sand eagle, held both guns, and jumped into the hole. It wasn't deep, less than three meters. After the slaves below caught him and he steadied himself, Motorola surveyed the pyramid's basement. A giant sarcophagus, six meters long and three meters wide! Made of pure gold!