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... pecially the older ones were even more so.

Tombs and ruins created during the ancient kingdom era had various powerful measures prepared to stop intruders, and these measures were more than enough to tear apart unfortunate intruders who entered without much thought.

To break through such tombs, simple strength was not enough. One had to be well-versed in all kinds of knowledge, especially archaeology, and possess wisdom and courage to remain calm in unexpected situations.

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