Eventually, he came to a place where his parents had apparently failed to reach. Beneath the new tomb of an unknown emperor, he discovers the tomb of Nazouk.

The large sarcophagus was empty, except for a glowing brass gauntlet with a bright hedron embedded in the center. As soon as Ezreal touched it, the entire tomb seemed to be staring at him, and the ingenious traps and guards laid out thousands of years ago came to life. Without even thinking about it, he put on his gauntlets and blasted a way out, even teleporting the last few hundred yards back to the secret entrance, before the entire tomb collapsed in a fog of dust and rubble.

Stunned, Ezreal looked down at the gauntlet, which was humming with his heartbeat. He could feel it absorbing and amplifying the essence within himself. He realized that it was an extraordinary weapon of prehistoric times and the perfect tool for an explorer.

Back in Piltover, Ezreal finds new adventures coming his way. From lost ancient cities to mystical temples, his sense of smell for treasure led him to places that university professors had only seen on maps, and his fame began to spread. Of course, in Ezreal's opinion, the rumors about him rarely properly illustrate the true weight and significance of his exploits...... But this fame gave him an idea. If he can claim the title of the greatest adventurer in the world, then his parents will surely come back to find him.

From the brutal frontier between Noxus and Demacia, to the depths of Zaun in the Fly Camp to the frozen wilderness of Freljord, Ezreal seeks fame and glory, discovers long-lost relics, and solves the mysteries of history. While some will argue about the details of his story, or question the methods he used, he never responds to criticism about himself.

After all, they are clearly jealous.

After hours of walking through the sweltering and humid rainforest, the cool air of this catacombs is a sweet blessing. Of course, every corner can lurk the threat of death, but it can also lurk the doomed glory.

I walked through a stone archway, and the dust floated like a ghost, outlining a corridor with rounded patterns carved into the stone walls. It is rumored that this ancient tomb is an airtight, invulnerable, and certain path of no return. No explorer has ever made it out alive, but then again, it's not me.

I've now groped my way through the underground labyrinthine tunnels for miles, spotted and avoided several spiked traps, crawled past the giant pendulum of swords, and subdued the hostile vipers of the Abyss. It's a sightseeing destination, but I don't want to stay here for long.

There were many indifferent eyes on the stone wall that were aimed at me with malicious intent. Well, it would have been the same if it had been me. I guess the last time they saw such a shocking beautiful man was the last time they were in the Rune War.

In the middle of the burial chamber, a crystal vase lies quietly on the pedestal, a shimmering liquid rippling in the bottle, reflecting a small rainbow on the ceiling. That's what I'm here for. Stories of great and magnificent adventures will be dismissed by many as dreams, but a treasure is undeniably true. If you can bring back the treasures of the legends, you will be able to prove that you have conquered the peerless challenge in the Mausoleum Dungeon.

The potion of Ulroa is a treasure that many people dream of, and there are many crooked cults who believe that it can grant them immortal powers, some descendants of a fallen dynasty who believe that it is the key to regaining power, and even devout pilgrims who hope that it will bring wisdom and enlightenment beyond imagination. Don't look at this small bottle of potion as little as a teaspoon, but the anticipation it was placed on was really a truckload.

I knew that by design, as soon as I took the bottle off the pedestal, it would trigger the trap. The intrinsic function of this building facility has always been like this. I moved my fingers, and the gems on my gloves shimmered with a reassuring blue glow. Now it's time for the real show.

I slowly walked forward, the stone slab trembling beneath my feet, and I immediately retreated to avoid triggering the trap. I cautiously tested my room, choosing only the most stable stone slabs as a foothold. Just as my fingers finally grasped the potion, the ground began to crumble, and I immediately activated the power of the glove, infusing it with magical energy. There was a dazzling flash of light in front of me, and I teleported to the arch fifteen feet away. It's too late for a second. Hundreds of sharp spikes shot down from the roof of the shed, just a hair's cut away, and the whole room plunged into the pitch-black abyss below.

My glove's ability is perfect in tight spaces, but it can't travel too far. And it takes a little longer to recharge than I'd like.

A thunderous pop shook the walls and echoed through the hallways. It seems that the foundations of this ancient tomb are almost untenable, so now we need to hurry. I prefer to keep my feet on the ground so that I can stand firm. So I started to run along the passage, the cracks in the ground behind me getting wider and wider.

I drew chalk marks along the way as I entered, and I followed them as I tossed and turned, crawling through crumbling arches, over quicksands tumbling over rivers and seas, dodging tumbling boulders, and swiftly navigating through the narrower and narrower aisles.

The wall to my right suddenly cracked, and a swarm of giant insects emerged, huge claws crackling and ugly mouthparts venom flowing. Thousands of spiders' eyes glowed with a hungry red, and scorpions approached with the stingers on their tails. The bugs in the jungle are really annoying, but luckily I have a special insect repellent!

I blinked for a split second. Energy flowed down my arm, pulsating at my nerves, and I poured energy into the gem on my glove. Then I held my gloves flat and aimed for the biggest spider. As the creature opened its jaws, I let out a white-hot light into its massive mouth, knocking it back into the swarm. The burnt chitin had a pungent smell and poured down my throat, stirring my stomach and intestines.

I turned and ran, firing a dazzling pillar of light behind me at every corner. Directly in front of me, a two-story boulder was falling from the roof of the shed. My glove was just fully charged, and I crossed ten feet forward in a swirl of glare, and the passage behind me began to crumble.

Two stone pillars were falling in the middle, and I slapped a shovel just past them, and then they shattered. I burst into another room, angled toward the surface.