The Relic of Past

Sam Walker looked down at the bracelet on his wrist. It was now tightly stuck, with the bead between the two dragon heads perfectly positioned on his pulse point.

Was this bracelet responsible for burning the map?

And then projecting the map into his field of vision?

What do the arrow positions signify?

Could he be the only one who could see this projection?

Should he go and investigate?

With more questions than answers swirling in his mind, Sam decided to tackle the most pressing issue first.

He turned on the camera function on his phone and adjusted the angle. Moving back and forth within the frame, he recorded a video and played it back. Luckily, it seemed that only he could see the map.

Was this map going to float in his field of vision indefinitely?

Although it didn't obstruct his sight, having it constantly hovering there would surely drive him insane. How could he turn off this map projection?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the map in his left eye slowly rolled to the side like a scroll and emitted a faint glow.

Open map?

Focusing on the light at the edge of his vision, the map unfolded once more, and arrows of different colors reappeared.

Close map!

Open!

Close!

Open!

Sam tested it repeatedly, a growing smile spreading across his face. This thing—this was no ordinary bracelet; it was a treasure!

After the novelty wore off, his attention shifted to the arrows of various colors on the map.

There were four arrows visible: three green and one black.

These arrows were scattered across the map, with the closest green arrow only 12.6 meters away, just on the slope beside him. The farthest arrow was over 9 kilometers away.

Should I check it out?

Sam chuckled to himself. "Fortune favors the bold, right?"

Without hesitation, he set out toward the nearest green arrow.

12 meters.

10 meters.

5 meters.

2 meters.

0.71 meters.

Standing right above the arrow, Sam realized it still indicated a distance of 0.71 meters.

"Is it underground?"

Sam felt his heart race. He grabbed a military shovel and started digging at the spot marked by the arrow.

The recent week of steady rain had softened the soil, making the task easier. Within ten minutes, he had dug a shallow pit about half a meter wide.

In his left eye, the map now showed the distance as just 0.1 meters.

Two more shovelfuls, and he'd find out what was hidden beneath.

Dropping the shovel, Sam knelt by the muddy pit. Using a small hand tool, he carefully scraped away the remaining soil.

Clink.

The sound of metal scraping against metal made him freeze. Sam quickly set down the tool and leaned closer.

A German M35 helmet from World War II lay buried in the mud.

If he'd found this in the past, he would've been thrilled. Such a helmet could fetch a hefty price from collectors. But now, it was only the beginning.

"This bracelet... could it be a metal detector on steroids?"

Sam grinned and kissed the bracelet. "If every arrow leads to something like this, I'm going to be rich!"

The green arrow on the map slowly dissolved as Sam lifted the helmet from the mud. His heart raced with anticipation. What else might he uncover?

To his surprise, the helmet was only the start. Beneath it lay a weathered soldier's remains, alongside relics like a telescope box and a Mauser rifle.

Despite the somber discovery, the find held immense historical value. Sam carefully packed everything into storage bins, backfilled the pit, and looked toward the next arrow—a black one, 248.1 meters away.

Reaching the location, Sam found himself under a massive oak tree. The black arrow indicated a spot more than two meters deep near the tree's roots.

This time, the digging was slower. The soil was compact, and the depth required more effort. By nightfall, he had uncovered a large wooden box buried beneath the tree.

The box was old, the wood rotting from decades underground. Too heavy to lift, Sam decided to open it on the spot. Inside, he found oil paper packages containing World War II-era weapons: a rare MP3008 submachine gun, a box of ammunition, and even several glass mines.

One glass mine nearly gave Sam a heart attack. Buried with over 200 grams of TNT, it could have detonated with the slightest mishandling. Realizing the danger of blindly digging up artifacts, Sam vowed to be more cautious.

After carefully repacking the box and marking the site with a warning, Sam decided to call it a day. There were still two green arrows left on the map, but he would investigate them later. For now, he needed to fully understand the capabilities—and risks—of this mysterious bracelet.