An invincible journey starting from a different race

This gave Ling an unprecedented feeling in his heart.

Irritable, sad, and...anxious.

She was no longer as patient as before, able to observe everything about a new race.

It's not like before, when I wanted to help a weak race survive in this extremely cold place.

All she wanted was to find her lost toy.

If you can't find it, just make another one that's exactly the same.

She tried to recall everything the Aruba liked and tried to impose it on other races.

For example, if the Arubans like to use tools, then other races should also use tools.

For example, the Arubans like to do happy things in the flames, so other races should also like to do happy things in the flames.

There are many examples like this. Ling tried every possible means to turn other races into the Aruban people she wanted.

But the results were somewhat... no, it should be said that they were very unsatisfactory.

No matter how hard Ling tried, these races could not become the "Aruba" race. There was always something missing, and Ling could never find the feeling she had at that time.

However, with her crazy attempts, the climate in the snowfield became worse and worse, and the environment became more and more harsh.

Many races could no longer survive and had no choice but to leave.

The race that left was also noticed by the spirit.

Only then did she think, could the "Aruba" people have also left her like them?

At that moment, Ling felt betrayed, and an emotion of anger that she had never felt before surged into her heart.

I created you, how can you just leave me like this?

Ling wanted to do something, but in the process of finding and creating new Arubas, she consumed too much energy, so she had to start a new round of sleep.

The spirit that felt this became even more fearful.

She didn't want the next time she woke up to be like this time, when she opened her eyes, there would be nothing left around her.

At the beginning, she was alone and alone.

But now, she doesn't want to go back to that state.

So, stay.

She wanted to keep everything in the snowfield.

You are mine and you cannot leave without my permission...

So before falling asleep for the second time, Ling used all his strength to make the snowfield... carry out His will.

……

Ling didn’t know what happened afterwards.

He had fallen asleep, but unlike the last time, this time, He had dreams.

In the dream, the Aruba people returned to His side.

Other races can also become Aruba people under His will.

One after another, they entered the eternal ice where the spirits were.

One after another, they became what Ling wanted them to be.

Ling wanted them to light a bonfire like they did before, and then gather around it, dancing and doing... happy things as they pleased.

But in His dream, there was no fire.

The dances and happy things done by these people in the dream are no longer as vivid as they were in the past. Instead, they are like puppets on strings, not skilled at all, and there is no smile on their faces.

But... Ling is already very satisfied.

As long as they are still by my side, that is enough.

As long as... you are still by my side, it doesn't matter if I can never wake up from this dream.

Because He no longer wanted to be alone.

But at this moment, among the tens of thousands of toys, a different one appeared.

It should be the latest batch that came in.

Ling's toys are increasing every once in a while.

There were so many that He couldn't observe each one carefully.

But this one is so special.

When Ling looked over, he saw a hint of red burning in the ice sculpture.

This is the color He has not seen since He fell into deep sleep.

He originally thought it was just his own illusion, but soon, he found that the red color was getting bigger and bigger.

It was just like the first time He saw fire a long, long time ago, when a tiny spark fell on the hay and instantly a huge fire started.

The flames looked particularly dazzling in this pure white world.

With a crisp "bang", the ice sculpture toy cracked.

At that moment, inspiration was in an unprecedented state of panic.

Is His toy going to break again?

This is not okay.

He subconsciously summoned his strength, letting the cold light rush towards the raging flames, trying to freeze them again.

But how can ice contain fire?

With a "puff" sound, the flames spread wildly like flowing water, melting piece of ice after piece.

No, no!

The spirit cries out in the heart.

No, I will never allow you to destroy my toys!

He was like a frightened child who, in order to protect his toys, was willing to put out the fire with his own body.

Then He was caught in flames.

Two fingers stretched out in the flames.

Those two fingers pointed precisely at Ling's body.

That body that no one has ever reached in thousands of years.

Ling lowered her head, staring blankly at the two fingers, an unprecedented feeling surged up from the depths of her heart.

At this moment, He even forgot that He still had to protect the toys.

The strength of the fingers and the temperature of the flame instantly reminded Ling of the first time she saw the Aruba people having fun around the flame.

Things He had always wanted to experience but had no way to experience.

At this moment, it suddenly came.

With a "bang", a piece of debris fell from this dream world.

But this is not enough to cause the dream world to collapse.

But if one finger can’t do it, what’s the use of two hundred and fifty-five fingers?

Secret technique, Flame Hands - two hundred and fifty-six consecutive fingers!

After hitting the finger for 256 times in a row, all of Ling's rationality collapsed along with the dream world!

When the dream world collapsed, Ling felt his body slowly falling.

He raised his head and looked at the snowflakes above his head that had broken into millions of pieces and were falling along with his body.

His world, his toys, his dreams, all began to dissipate at this moment.

But He had no sorrow.

Because at this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.

……awesome.

263 Can't you use a more important part?

The "curse" that had plagued Xueyuan for several years was lifted in a very sudden way.

As the snowflakes symbolizing the power of the Snowfield Lord slowly fell from the sky, the cursed and frozen people recovered and woke up one after another.

They raised their heads and stared blankly at the azure sky, their eyes full of confusion.

There is no way. Some of them have been frozen for such a long time that they have almost lost their memories before being frozen.

Only those who were not frozen for a long time, such as the first exploration team and Bruce.

Because everyone had been gathered together by the Snow Lord's curse before the ice froze, now that the curse had been lifted, they lay scattered across the snow. If they weren't all open-eyed or trying to wake up from their sleep, the scene would have been a mass grave. Those cursed earlier would be crushed underneath, while those cursed later would be on top.

Bruce was right there, and like everyone else, he had no idea what was going on. He just felt like he was dreaming, and this dream... was extremely absurd.

"What the hell." Bruce shook his head and muttered, "Why would I have a dream where I killed myself with my own hands? It's really strange."

Then he heard a snow wolf lying beside him say, "Brother, before you say this, can you please take your hand out of your crotch?"

Bruce suddenly lowered his head and subconsciously looked at his crotch.

But he found that his crotch was intact and he had never put his hand in there at all. So it seemed that the dream of killing himself with his own hands... was indeed just a dream.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the Snow Wolf beside him yelling, "Are you pushing your luck?! I told you to take your hand out of my crotch, you bastard!"

Bruce was slightly startled, then turned his head suddenly, and found that his hand was in someone else's crotch... No wonder his hand felt so warm.

But he doesn't want such warmth!

What on earth had happened?! Bruce only remembered that he had killed himself with his own hands, and he couldn't remember anything that happened next!

Stank, who had just woken up, saw this scene and was immediately delighted.

In his sleep, his hand was attracted by a huge human heart, so in reality, it should be like this too?

He also felt that his right hand was pressing on something soft.

Could it be...

He turned his head excitedly, and then saw a huge...butt.

The owner of the buttocks slowly turned around, and turned out to be a sturdy snow bear... Lang.

Stank was startled and immediately retracted his hand, then quickly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I was cursed too, and I have no idea what happened before."

He had thought the mighty snow bear would be angry, or even magnanimous enough to forgive him. After all, the situation was truly chaotic, and his explanation made sense.

However, Stank never expected that the snow bear in front of him, who was several times stronger than Bruce, would blush slightly after hearing what Stank said, and then showed a "shy" expression and said, "If you like it, I don't mind."

Stank was silent for a while, and then, while the Snow Bear Man had just woken up and had not yet fully recovered his strength, he stood up and kicked him down.

……

"Aesop! Aesop! Where are you?"

Among the awakened people, Kolim was flying in the air, anxiously looking for Aesop.

In his dream, he watched Aesop use 256 fingers on the body of the Snow Lord, and then the curse was lifted.

But Lim didn't know whether Aesop was hurt. After all, in the stories of those poets, the brave man who fought desperately with the final boss would most likely end up dying together with the final boss.

I don't want that kind of ending.

Fortunately, he found Aesop on the other side not long after.

Aesop was looking into the distance with his back to him.

That back figure is like a hero who has gone through countless hardships and finally returned victorious.

Seeing this scene, Kelimu's tears were about to fall. He flew towards Aesop and shouted loudly: "Aesop! Thanks to you..."

Before he finished speaking, he flew right in front of Aesop. When he saw what Aesop was doing, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.