Collapse, the Ordinary Daily Life of the Valkyries

This space is enclosed and the oxygen is running out.

[If you wait any longer, you will die! ]

Lance decided he couldn't wait any longer.

He moved his arms clumsily like a baby who had just learned to walk, touching the inner walls of the space back and forth, trying to find something like a mechanism or a fulcrum.

The muscle pain in the arms does not provide much strength, and may even cause uncontrollable tremors due to excessive emotional tension.

This made him inevitably very strenuous. As he concentrated, sweat kept dripping from his forehead to the back of his head.

Suddenly, his fingertips touched a groove that looked like a crack.

Long and located at the middle height of this space.

The fingers moved laboriously from the chest to the top of the face, and the groove remained.

Lance was overjoyed.

Obviously, this should be the trace left behind when this space was created.

[Isn't this a coffin?]

Lance swallowed hard again, feeling a chill in his heart.

Although I've heard of "medical miracles" where someone jumps out of their coffin after being declared dead by a doctor during burial, but...

He continued along the groove toward the opposite front and discovered that it actually had multiple turning points. It was conical where his head lay, slightly wider on both sides where his arms rested, and had two blunt angles protruding outwards...

[It really is a fucking coffin!] Unable to speak, Lance ranted furiously in his mind.

After confirming that he might really be put into the coffin as if he were dead, Lance began to think rapidly, preparing to face what would happen next.

The pain still attacked Lance's nerves in waves, but his mind was filled with only one thought at the moment, which allowed him to concentrate.

Before the oxygen runs out, leave this coffin as soon as possible!

Since what I hear is the sound of wind and snow outside, which is clear and very close, it obviously means that the coffin has not been buried in the ground yet.

But how it is placed in an open air place.

Since cremation is generally practiced now except in special circumstances, even if the body is placed in a coffin, it is just a formality and the coffin is not specially ordered.

[So, now all we have to do is push the coffin lid open!]

Lance took a deep breath, suppressing the intense pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart. In the narrow space, he used his elbows as a guide and kept his palms pressed against the coffin lid.

Try harder!

Push harder!!

Try harder!!!

Lance had already used all his strength. He had originally thought that even if the coffin lid had any weight, it would not be too outrageous, but he was obviously wrong.

This thing was barely lifted up a tiny gap, it was ridiculously heavy!

Every time Lance exerted force, he sweated profusely. The sweat soaked his clothes and stuck to the exposed wounds on his body.

This is just rubbing salt into the wound!

Lance grimaced in pain, seeing stars, and wished he could slap his former self twice.

What made him despair was that every breath he took was becoming quite difficult.

Due to the previous round of single-person reciprocating movement, the oxygen consumption in the space increased significantly.

——Clang!

Lance finally couldn't hold on any longer, and as his breath was released, the strength in his hands completely disappeared.

The coffin lid also made a creaking sound as it fell.

Suddenly, Lance felt movement next to the coffin where he was, as if something was being squeezed, making a friction sound.

It sounds like the sound of people squeezing snow into snowballs during a snowball fight in winter.

Lance frowned.

But before he had time to think about it, he felt a sense of weightlessness, and his head hit the top of the coffin directly. Outside the coffin came the sound of a heavy object sliding across the snow.

[No, what's going on? The coffin lid just slid on the snow by itself? ?]

The feeling of weightlessness became more and more obvious, and he could clearly feel that he was falling diagonally downward.

——Bang!

It seemed that the coffin hit something outside.

A huge force passed through the inner wall of the coffin and reached Lance, causing him to hit his head against the coffin lid.

Before he could react, he felt like he was doing a 360-degree spin in the air like a diver, spinning along with him.

Sometimes the head of the coffin touched the ground, and sometimes the tail of the coffin touched the ground.

It felt like being stuffed into a washing machine with the rpm set to at least 800.

Dizziness, severe pain and lack of oxygen, these negative feelings surged up together, making Lance miserable. His brain went blank from the constant bumps and spins.

who am I?

Where am i?

what am i doing?

——Boom!

After a long period of weightlessness and accompanied by a loud bang, this coffin-carrying ballet finally came to an end.

The coffin lid seemed to be inserted into a pile of rocks or something similar, almost standing upright.

Due to the previous bumps and the influence of gravity at this moment, the coffin lid slid down the guide rail with a snap.

Fresh air suddenly rushed into the coffin, and the cold feeling rushed directly into his nostrils.

[Is this the feeling of happiness?] Lance took a deep breath, feeling as if he had never experienced anything so wonderful in his life.

Tears, pulled out.

It's a pity that he is seeing stars at the moment. The long rotation has seriously affected his five senses.

He subconsciously took a step forward, and the next moment he fell straight down with a thud.

Before falling to the ground, Lance seemed to see a silver-white figure, as slender and beautiful as a fairy made of ice and snow.

Then the beautiful and moving voice like a nightingale sounded.

"What the hell? Surfing with a sliding coffin lid, are all the nobles doing this fancy stuff these days?"

Lance pursed his cracked lips with difficulty. The sweet taste in his mouth and the severe pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart were constantly irritating his nerves.

What happened?

He tried hard to recall, and remembered that he was hit by a fully loaded dump truck that ran a red light and roared past on his way to an offline gathering of Paradox players.

His memory only stopped at the moment when he was knocked out, and he happened to see the face of the middle-aged man in the cab, who looked panicked and exhausted.

Obviously, this should just be an accident.

【This is so unlucky! 】

Lance opened his mouth habitually, wanting to say some quintessential Chinese cultural words, such as a green plant.

Unfortunately, although his larynx moved, no sound came out.

On the contrary, because he was lying flat, a stream of gastric juice mixed with blood flowed up from his esophagus.

The sour, stimulating and extremely painful feeling, accompanied by violent coughing, made Lance want to die for a moment.

He swallowed hard, squeezing the gastric fluid back. He remained silent in this dark and narrow environment for a long time, listening carefully to the sounds outside, trying to discern the situation outside.

He hoped that there would be someone kind enough to pass by and help him.

But until his patience was exhausted, all he could hear from outside was the howling of wind and snow, without even a hint of human movement.

At the same time, Lance also keenly realized that each breath he took was becoming more and more difficult, which gave Lance an extremely terrifying guess.

This space is enclosed and the oxygen is running out.

[If you wait any longer, you will die! ]

Lance decided he couldn't wait any longer.

He moved his arms clumsily like a baby who had just learned to walk, touching the inner walls of the space back and forth, trying to find something like a mechanism or a fulcrum.

The muscle pain in the arms does not provide much strength, and may even cause uncontrollable tremors due to excessive emotional tension.

This made him inevitably very strenuous. As he concentrated, sweat kept dripping from his forehead to the back of his head.

Suddenly, his fingertips touched a groove that looked like a crack.

Long and located at the middle height of this space.

The fingers moved laboriously from the chest to the top of the face, and the groove remained.

Lance was overjoyed.

Obviously, this should be the trace left behind when this space was created.

[Isn't this a coffin?]

Lance swallowed hard again, feeling a chill in his heart.

Although I've heard of "medical miracles" where someone jumps out of their coffin after being declared dead by a doctor during burial, but...

He continued along the groove toward the opposite front and discovered that it actually had multiple turning points. It was conical where his head lay, slightly wider on both sides where his arms rested, and had two blunt angles protruding outwards...

[It really is a fucking coffin!] Unable to speak, Lance ranted furiously in his mind.

After confirming that he might really be put into the coffin as if he were dead, Lance began to think rapidly, preparing to face what would happen next.

The pain still attacked Lance's nerves in waves, but his mind was filled with only one thought at the moment, which allowed him to concentrate.

Get out of this coffin as soon as possible before the oxygen runs out!

Since what I hear is the sound of wind and snow outside, which is clear and very close, it obviously means that the coffin has not been buried in the ground yet.

But how it is placed in an open air place.

Since cremation is generally practiced now except in special circumstances, even if the body is placed in a coffin, it is just a formality and the coffin is not specially ordered.

[So, now all we have to do is push the coffin lid open!]

Lance took a deep breath, suppressing the intense pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart. In the narrow space, he used his elbows as a guide and kept his palms pressed against the coffin lid.

Try harder!

Push harder!!

Try harder!!!

Lance had already used all his strength. He had originally thought that even if the coffin lid had any weight, it would not be too outrageous, but he was obviously wrong.

This thing was barely lifted up a tiny gap, it was ridiculously heavy!

Every time Lance exerted force, he sweated profusely. The sweat soaked his clothes and stuck to the exposed wounds on his body.

This is just rubbing salt into the wound!

Lance grimaced in pain, seeing stars, and wished he could slap his former self twice.

What made him despair was that every breath he took was becoming quite difficult.

Due to the previous round of single-person reciprocating movement, the oxygen consumption in the space increased significantly.

——Clang!

Lance finally couldn't hold on any longer. As his breath loosened, the strength in his hands completely disappeared.

The coffin lid also made a creaking sound as it fell.

Suddenly, Lance felt movement next to the coffin where he was, as if something was being squeezed, making a friction sound.

It sounds like the sound of people squeezing snow into snowballs during a snowball fight in winter.

Lance frowned.

But before he had time to think about it, he felt a sense of weightlessness, and his head hit the top of the coffin directly. Outside the coffin came the sound of a heavy object sliding across the snow.