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Secret Golden City: Leah, an archaeologist with a commitment to her father's unfinished business, They embarked on a breathtaking journey into the Amazon rainforest. The legendary Golden City, an ancient civilization and alien technology intertwined mystery, is quietly waiting for her arrival. In the brave company of female guide Renee, Leah not only to face the challenges in the dense forest, but also to solve the eternal mystery of the Mayan star map, Across the terrifying piranha river. When they finally reached the forgotten land, the sight was astonishing - the whole city was not made of gold, But a strange glow of alien metal. Leah was filled with a strange excitement and uneasiness, for the warning she had left before her father disappeared was still in her ears: " The Guardian wakes up, the door cannot open. " " But courage and curiosity drove her on. In front of the altar, Leah and Renee slowly embedded the star map, and in an instant, the whole city seemed to be awakened by a mysterious force, The roar of the machinery was deafening. In the middle of the altar, suspended in a strange energy field, is the pocket watch worn by my father, as if telling a legend across time and space. Leah's adventure is not only a search for ancient civilization, but also a close contact with extraterrestrial intelligence. In this journey full of unknown and dangerous, how will she face the Guardian's challenge? What secrets does Father's pocket watch hide? All will be revealed one by one during Leah's interstellar adventure. This is a legendary journey of courage, wisdom and faith, Leah's story will take you through the mysterious intertwining of ancient civilization and alien technology. Feel the magic of exploring the unknown. Get ready to embark on this soul-stirring interstellar adventure with Leah!

Treasure Hunt; The Lost City

​The ticking of the pocket watch cut through the dead silence like a blade. Lya's mechanical right arm convulsed uncontrollably, the blue veins now creeping up her neck, her skin revealing the same gear-like vascular patterns her father had borne. She stared at the watch hovering above the altar and finally understood—

​Her father had been the final lock.​​

"Synchronization rate: 97%..." A mechanical voice spilled from her throat, unbidden. "New vessel adaptation progress: critical."

Renée gripped her shoulder hard enough to bruise bone. "Stop! Your father gave his life to seal this—are you going to break it with your own hands?!"

Lya's pupils dilated slightly, her retinas projecting a cascading stream of code only she could see. The fragments of her father's last memories reassembled in her mind—

(Flashback: Twenty years ago, Dr. Castro knelt in the same spot, his mechanical left arm plunged into the altar. The Grey Miasma seeped from the fissures, coiling around his body. Trembling, he pressed the pocket watch into his chest. The moment flesh fused with metal, blue light erupted.)

"Not… destroying…" Lya's voice was now one-third mechanized, the cadence disturbingly inhuman. "Rewriting… the protocol…"

The altar cracked like a spider's web, and thick, tar-like miasma surged from the fissures, twisting into three rotating lines of Mayan numerals in the air:

​Ⅰ. Human civilization survival probability: 0.03%​​

​Ⅱ. Ecological restructuring completion: 92%​​

​Ⅲ. Core Key remaining energy: 00:02:17​

The miasma lunged for Renée! Lya's mechanical arm intercepted on instinct, blue light clashing with the grey fog in a shower of sparks. Synchronization spiked to 99%—her right eye fully mechanized, the iris shifting into the same revolving gear pattern her father had borne in his final moments.

"Lya!" Renée's shout sounded distant, muffled, as if heard from underwater.

(Flashback intensifies: Her father's voice detonated directly in her neural pathways.)

"Listen… the star chart was a trap left by the ancients… they wanted it to be found…"

"The true key is… inside the—"

The memory cut off abruptly. Lya's mechanical hand suddenly stabbed toward her own chest! When the skin split, there was no blood—only the horrifying sight of a half-mechanical heart, its surface engraved with the same spiral patterns as the watch's interior.

"So… I was always part of the key…" Her voice crackled with static. "Father… hid a fragment inside me… twenty years ago…"

The miasma went berserk. Three shadowy figures erupted from the ground, charging the altar. Lya's mechanical heart blazed with blue light, resonating with the pocket watch. Her father's hologram flickered into existence one last time, his mechanized finger pointing into the writhing grey abyss—

"Behind the door isn't treasure… it's the entropic gods the ancients imprisoned… They want to use the Ark Protocol… to turn Earth into a breeding ground!"

Lya's skin began to metallize. In the last moments before consciousness slipped away, she did one final thing—

She plunged her bloodied mechanical finger into the keyhole of the pocket watch on the altar.

Chapter 12: Fatal Decoding—Man and Machine as One