I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

When Luo Fei jumped out of the cabin door, the sea breeze rushed into his collar, making his clothes billow.

He didn't activate any protective gear and just fell straight down, getting faster and faster, with the wind whistling in his ears.

When he was still a few hundred meters from the sea, he slowed down, gradually adjusting his body from a diving posture to an upright position, hovering about fifty meters above the island.

From above, the island was larger than he had imagined.

The island is an irregularly long strip, about seven or eight kilometers at its longest point and three or four kilometers at its widest point, with a total area of ​​about thirty square kilometers, roughly the size of a small town in China. A mountain rises in the center of the island, not high but very steep, with its summit covered in dark green vegetation and exposed rocks visible on its slopes.

The highest point is estimated to be at least three or four hundred meters high. The entire island looks like a green hat placed on the sea, with the top of the hat protruding high. The brim is a ring of white sand, outside of which is a light blue lagoon, and beyond that is the unfathomable deep sea.

Xiao Wan's voice came through the phone: "Captain, according to the map, the cave entrance is fifty meters below sea level. This depth is close to the limit of recreational diving for ordinary divers, requiring professional mixed gas and decompression procedures for safe descent and ascent. It's a relatively dangerous depth for humans—of course, it's nothing for you."

Luo Fei didn't reply, and flew around the island once.

From the air, the island's vegetation is incredibly lush, with layers of green reminiscent of a tropical rainforest, stretching from the coastline all the way to the mountaintop, completely enveloping the entire mountain.

Occasionally, a few rocks are exposed, but they are all covered with moss and vines, showing no signs of human intervention.

Xiao Wan continued his report: "No signs of human activity have been found on the island, not even a trace of a temporary camp. No one should have been here for decades."

"There are some natural cave entrances on the mountain surface, but they are all very narrow, with the largest being no more than 20 centimeters in diameter. Moreover, the internal passages are winding and narrow, making it impossible for a human body to pass through. They are likely fissures formed by long-term erosion by rainwater."

Luo Fei lowered his altitude and flew close to the sea surface.

He flew about halfway around the edge of the island when Xiao Wan's voice suddenly rose a little: "Captain, this is it. Fifty meters to your right front, the edge of that reef below the sea."

Luo Feixuan stopped and looked down.

The seabed topography in that area is quite complex, with dense coral reefs and several large rocks rising from the seabed, almost emerging above the water.

At the confluence of several large reefs, there is a black hole.

The opening is tens of meters wide and irregularly circular, with its edges covered with coral and seaweed. If you don't look closely, you can easily mistake it for a shadow between the rocks.

He fell into the water, which was warm, several degrees warmer than the water in the Dragon Kingdom's seas. It felt like taking a bath.

The water is extremely clear, with visibility of at least tens of meters. Sunlight shines down from the sea surface, forming bright beams of light in the water. Tiny plankton float in these beams, like tiny stars moving slowly.

He kept his eyes open, and seeing things in the sea was no different from seeing things on land.

He continued to dive down and soon reached the edge of the cave entrance.

Without pausing, I swam straight in.

The passage is wider than the cave entrance, forming a natural karst cave waterway. The ceiling is made of uneven limestone, and the rock walls on both sides are covered with various marine organisms, such as sea fans, sponges, and sea squirts, all in a variety of colors.

The passage is winding, sometimes narrowing and sometimes suddenly widening.

Luo Fei thought to himself, no wonder the Japanese chose this place to hide their treasure—the entrance is fifty meters below the sea surface, a depth that ordinary people simply cannot reach. Even if they could, they might not be able to find the cave entrance hidden by the reef, and even if they did, they wouldn't dare to swim in rashly.

They must have gone in a submarine, hidden the treasure, and then returned the same way, without anyone noticing.

The passage was about 500 meters long. When Luo Fei swam to the bottom, a faint light appeared above his head.

He surfaced and found himself standing inside a huge cavern.

This cavern was more magnificent than any underground space he had ever seen.

The cave is at least fifty or sixty meters high, with jagged limestone at the top and countless stalactites hanging upside down. Some are as thick as cement utility poles, hanging down from the cave ceiling to very close to the ground, while others are as thin as bamboo sticks, densely packed together.

The cave walls bear the marks left by long-term water erosion, with ravines running vertically through them.

The ground is uneven, with gentle slopes made of piled rocks and flat, artificially man-made platforms.

There was a damp, rotten smell in the air, mixed with the smell of rust and dust.

Luo Fei went ashore.

Water flowed down his body and dripped onto the rocks, making a crisp, pattering sound.

He looked around; although the light was dim, he could still see his surroundings clearly.

He soon saw traces of human excavation—grooves made with chisels on the cave walls, used to erect timber beams or lay pipes; and several areas on the ground that had been clearly leveled, with chisel marks remaining on the edges, and neat rows of parallel lines.

He walked a little further and kicked something.

Looking down, I saw a skeleton.

The skull lay on its side on the rock, its eye sockets dark and hollow, facing the direction he had come from, as if it were looking at him.

He was wearing a tattered military uniform, the fabric so worn out that the color had faded to the point of being unrecognizable, but the remaining collar insignia and cuffs still revealed that it was a Japanese uniform.

There were dozens more bodies nearby, some sitting against the wall with their spines still leaning against the rocks and their skulls hanging down in front of their chests.

Some lay on the ground with their arms outstretched forward, as if they were crawling forward even in the moment of their death.

Several rotten rifles lay scattered nearby, their stocks long since rotted away, their barrels rusted into sections of iron rods, and their trigger guards looking as if they would shatter at the slightest touch.

Luo Fei squatted down to examine them. Judging from the degree of decay in their uniforms and the weathering of their bones, these people had been dead for at least several decades. They were probably the Japanese soldiers who were responsible for hiding the treasure back then. They had completed their mission, but for some reason, they couldn't leave—perhaps they were silenced by their superiors, perhaps they got lost, or perhaps the water level suddenly rose and blocked the exit.

Their bodies remained untouched, lying beside the treasure they had personally moved for decades, until they turned to bones.

He stood up and continued walking forward.

Ahead appeared a neatly stacked row of wooden crates, piled up in several layers, like a wall.

The wood in the wooden crates was rotten, the surface was covered with mold, and a layer of grayish-white fuzz covered the surface. Some of the crates had collapsed, and the contents had spilled out.

He went closer and saw that it was a silver ingot.

The silver ingots were stacked neatly, their silvery-white surfaces oxidized to grayish-black, but their shapes and edges remained intact. They were traditional Chinese boat-shaped silver ingots, with honeycomb-like pores left at the bottom from the casting process.

Picking up one at random and turning it over, you can still vaguely see the casting inscription on the bottom – “Ministry of Revenue Treasury Silver”. The characters are blurry, but still legible.

He put all the silver ingots into his ring.

Box after box, each box contained the same silver ingots, neatly stacked.

The wooden box crumbled at the slightest touch, and the silver ingots inside tumbled out and piled up on the ground.

After collecting the silver ingots, he continued walking forward.

Deep inside the cave, several doors made of cement and stone appeared. They were grayish-white, with a rough surface that felt like sandpaper to the touch.

The door looked very thick, embedded in the rock wall, as if it had grown into the mountain.

The door gaps were sealed with cement, so tightly that decades have not left any marks on them; the cement remains as hard as iron.

Luo Fei reached out to the first door, gripped the edge of the door crack with his fingers, and gently pulled.

Cement fragments bounced off the door frame; some fell to the ground, and some landed on his clothes.

The door frame made a piercing sound as the adhesive layer between the door and the rock wall tore apart, and the cracks in the rock widened.

He pulled the entire door out of the rock wall.

He casually placed the stone door he had pulled off to the side. The stone door crashed to the ground, causing the ground to shake and raising a cloud of dust.

Behind the door is a square chamber, about ten square meters in size.

The wooden crates inside were much better preserved than the ones outside because the doors were sealed tightly, preventing air and moisture from getting in.

The surface of the wooden box is dark in color, but the wood grain is still very clear. It is not rotten. When I pressed it with my hand, it was very hard and even had some elasticity.

The iron boxes in the corner were rusted badly, some of the lids were even rusted through, revealing the contents inside.

He opened a wooden box, lifted the lid, and inside was a bronze Buddha statue.

Standing more than half a person tall, the Buddha statue has a compassionate and peaceful face, with slightly lowered eyes and a smile that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

His hands were placed in front of his abdomen, forming the meditation mudra, with long, slender fingers and even the curves of his nails were sculpted.

Luo Fei put it into the ring.

The second wooden box contained porcelain. Blue and white, famille rose, and doucai porcelain were wrapped tightly in layers of straw and cotton cloth. He untied one of them, revealing a blue and white plum vase with a lotus scroll design. The vase was well-shaped, with a lustrous glaze and vibrant blue color, a typical fine example of official kiln porcelain from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty.

Put it into the ring.

The third wooden box contained calligraphy and paintings. The scrolls were bundled together and wrapped in oiled paper, which was so brittle that it would crumble at the slightest touch.

He carefully opened a scroll, which contained a landscape painting with vigorous brushstrokes and profound artistic conception. There was a red seal at the end of the scroll.

He wasn't in a hurry to identify whose work it was; he put it in the ring first and would examine it later when he got home.

The contents of the metal box were not in good condition.

The rust had fused the lid and body of the box together, requiring brute force to pry them apart.

After collecting all the antiques and artifacts in the cave into his ring, Luo Fei arrived at the entrance of the next cave and entered using the same method as before.

This cavern is filled with gold ingots, probably weighing over a thousand tons.

The chest in the next chamber contained various jewels and ornaments: jade bracelets, rubies and sapphires, pearl necklaces, white jade pendants, and beads, all mixed together like a pot of colorful porridge.

There was also an iron box containing a gold bowl, gold chopsticks, a gold plate, and a gold pot—a complete set of tableware. It was heavy to the touch, all made of solid gold.

After collecting the last box of artifacts.

He arrived at the next cave chamber, which contained only a small iron cabinet, about half a person's height, heavily rusted, and the door could no longer be opened.

He simply tore the sheet metal apart with his bare hands.

He tore the sheet metal in half like paper. Inside, there was no gold or jewelry, just a stack of yellowed documents and photo albums.

He casually flipped open a photo album, and his pupils widened instantly.

The photos are black and white, and some are yellowed and brittle, but the image is still clear.

The first photo shows a group of soldiers in Japanese military uniforms standing in front of ruins, with burning buildings behind them. Above the building's entrance hangs a plaque with the words "National Central Museum" still faintly visible.

In the second photo, soldiers are carrying things, box after box, with seals on them that read "Jinling".

The third photo shows a military train parked on a platform, its carriages piled high with wooden crates, stacked from the ground to the top. Soldiers stand beside the crates, some smoking, others laughing, revealing their uneven teeth.

Luo Fei flipped to the back, where the content of the photos expanded from looting cultural relics to burning, killing, and plundering.

Not only in China, but also in Southeast Asian countries, the Japanese army burned, killed, looted, and plundered wherever it went, committing all sorts of atrocities.

Every photograph is evidence, and every scene records a crime that time cannot erase.

Next to the photo album was a stack of documents written in Japanese, either with a brush or a fountain pen; the handwriting was messy but legible.

He casually flipped open a document, which was a military combat log from the Nanjing Massacre. It detailed the troop movements, encampments, and specific details of the "sweeping" operations.

"Today, a certain regiment swept through a certain village, killing hundreds of soldiers and capturing thousands..."

The handwriting was neat and the records were detailed, even listing the "seized" supplies.

It's not text from a history book; it's handwritten by the person involved—it's the original document. It's the most compelling and irrefutable evidence.

Luo Fei put all the documents and photo albums into his ring, leaving none behind and taking every single page with him.

The value of these things cannot be measured in money.

The value of a ring acquired today can be calculated; the value of tens of thousands of cultural relics can also be roughly estimated.

But these photo albums and documents are priceless.

He looked around the last chamber to make sure he hadn't missed anything, then turned and walked out of the door whose frame he had removed.

As he walked out of the cave and past the skeletons, he paused and looked down at them.

The skulls of those Japanese soldiers lay askew on the rocks, their empty eye sockets staring upwards, as if accusing or repenting.

But no one can hear their accusations, nor does anyone need to accept their repentance.

History will remember everything.