Chapter 799: Holy Shit

In the biting wind-blown valley, the snowflakes grew larger and larger, swirling through the air; with just a moment's inattention, they completely erased Leon's footprints, burying his memories deep within the storm.

Almost there.

Watching the young man frowning in deep thought amid the snowstorm, the slender woman hidden within the storm couldn't help but smile faintly—a breathtakingly beautiful expression.

After being lured into the Wind-Snow Valley, the cleaner named Leon showed no sign of panic—he must have heard legends about her.

He knew she could not strike him directly, so she could only kill him by luring him deeper into the snowstorm, and thus he felt relaxed, believing that as long as he stayed cautious and endured the storm, he would remain unharmed.

But he did not realize that her true power was not in summoning blizzards within dreams, but in silently erasing the memories of those who entered her dream, just as snow covers a traveler's footprints.

Memory is the foundation of dreams—the blurred form of perception.

If one remembers nothing, no matter how powerful their original strength or how many terrifying anomalies they controlled, if they do not know they possess those things, then those anomalies do not exist within the dream.

Once he lost his original memories, his guard against the Snow Woman would drop to its lowest point; once he truly followed her into the valley's depths, he would collapse naturally beneath the freezing wind and endless snow.

She might not even need to appear herself—so long as he forgot he was a cleaner, and lost his superior physical abilities, in this cold, pale world…

Huh? Why is he lighting a fire? Why has his clothing changed?

…

After checking his full set of gear—mountaineering boots, hardshell jacket, climbing helmet, headlamp, goggles, trekking pole, gloves—Leon nodded in satisfaction.

This time, it's normal.

Who the hell would climb a mountain in a worn-out autumn coat during a blizzard? That's not just stupid—that's fucking insane.

Am I an idiot? No.

So I must've brought all my gear, because climbing with just one old coat is impossible—never in this lifetime, only a brain-dead moron would do that. I must've just been half-asleep earlier.

As for hunters? Even more ridiculous—I don't even know what wild boar tracks look like, can't use a hunting rifle, what the hell could I possibly hunt? Clearly, I'm just a hiking enthusiast!

Sheltered from the wind, Leon devoured the warm beef tallow can, then scooped up a handful of snow to smother the campfire beside him.

Next, he rolled up his sleeping bag, stuffed it into his backpack, collected all his camp trash to avoid polluting the environment, stuck the heat patches onto his body, then pulled on his scarf and goggles, leaned on his trekking pole, and walked down the mountain through the snowstorm.

Not bad—this mountain camping experience was decent, but the snow seems heavier than expected; I need to get down fast, or I'll get trapped.

???

Wait… why are you still walking?

Watching Leon, dressed in a bizarre but clearly warm outfit, humming cheerfully as he descended the mountain, the Snow Woman stood frozen in shock.

People who could adapt to her dream had existed before—even some who endured for over two weeks in sheltered mountain hollows—but someone this… this casual? She had never seen anything like it.

No! I can't let him leave!

Watching Leon, step by step, walking down the path that shouldn't exist, the Snow Woman frowned deeply, drew a sharp breath, then dissolved her form into the storm, becoming the blizzard itself.

"Whoosh!!!"

A ferocious wind swept through, and the falling snowflakes grew larger; sensing potential danger, the experienced climber Leon, convinced he understood everything, quickened his pace, eager to return to the camp below.

As for why there would be a camp below…

If there were no climbing camp below, where did he rent this gear? Where did he buy the instant cans and alcohol tablets? Surely he didn't carry them all the way here himself? Just as Leon pressed forward through the storm toward his vague mental image of a "climbing camp," a graceful female figure suddenly appeared before him in the blizzard.

"Finally… finally, someone!"

Seeing Leon trudging through the snow, the thin-clad beauty rushed toward him, her clear face glowing with joy:

"Kind soul! I'm lost in the mountains—please help me! Could you take me back to…"

"Holy shit! There's actually a fucking idiot!"

"???"

Seeing the beautiful woman standing in the snowstorm wearing only a tight dress, Leon couldn't help cursing, then quickly dragged the bewildered Snow Woman to the leeward side of the path, pulled out his sleeping bag, shoved her inside, and demanded in shock:

"What the hell are you wearing? Where's your hardshell jacket? Your gear? Where's your guide?"

"???"

Completely unaware of what Leon was saying, the Snow Woman, forcibly stuffed into the sleeping bag, hugged the hot water bottle he handed her and asked blankly:

"I… I live in the mountains. I don't have a guide. Just take me back into the mountains…"

"You live in the mountains?"

Leon frowned, turned, rummaged through his backpack, pulled out a map, studied it, then asked, baffled:

"There's a village in these mountains? It's not marked on the map."

"No…"

Seeing the thin sheet of paper in Leon's hand—strange in design, yet unmistakably a map—the Snow Woman, clutching the hot water bottle, finally lost her composure.

"This… this is mine. How do you have a map of this place?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Facing this idiot woman who climbed mountains in a dress, Leon sighed wearily and snapped:

"You dare climb without a map? Are you mentally ill?"

"…"

"Alright, alright, we'll deal with the map later—just warm up in your sleeping bag!"

"And what happened to you? Did you get lost? Where's your cold-weather gear? How do you contact your guide? I'll ask him what's going on and figure out how to get you down."

"I… I live in the mountains. I don't have a guide. Just take me back…"

Take you back, your ass!

After hearing the Snow Woman's absurd demand, Leon rolled his eyes hard and ignored her entirely, pulling out his satellite phone and sending a distress signal.

Take you back? In this snowstorm? I'd probably die halfway there! And you don't even have a map—how the hell am I supposed to know where to go? Are you going to guide me, you total moron?

Besides, this woman's probably hallucinating from the cold—there might not even be a damn village!

I remember people about to freeze to death feel hot and strip off their clothes—maybe she took off her own clothes. If I hadn't stumbled upon her, she'd be dead within minutes.

What a dumbass—no experience at all, and she dares climb a mountain? What a pain in the ass!

He glared at the crazy woman, silencing her before she could speak again, sighed helplessly, and barely restrained himself from yelling.

Though she was a complete mess and spouting nonsense, she was still a life—he couldn't just let her freeze to death. He'd try to save her. And… hmm? Why is there a dog over there?

(End of Chapter)