The game wasn't just a puzzle; it was a digital breadcrumb trail. His grandfather hadn't left a paper will; he had left a compressed archive. Elias realized that the "Classic" in the filename wasn't about the game—it was about the old-fashioned way they used to send secrets.

Inside wasn't money or stocks, but a series of scanned coordinates and a single video file. In the thumbnail, his grandfather was smiling, holding a shovel in front of a familiar wooden post on the edge of Route 66.

Elias closed his laptop, grabbed his car keys, and realized the game had only just begun.