Ch. 62 The Winter Island and the Fairy
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 62 – The Winter Island and the Fairy
As evening fell, the blizzard arrived just as Liza had predicted. The howling winds and thick snow made it impossible to see even a few steps ahead.
But inside the snow cave? Cozy.
The thick ice walls blocked the wind, and the lamp in the center cast a warm glow. Sleeping wasn’t an issue either—layers of fluffy monster pelts made for a surprisingly comfortable bed.
Isolin, Gladie, and I sat side by side on the furs, staring blankly at the cave entrance.
Watching flames flicker mindlessly was called “fire-gazing.” So what was it called when you zoned out watching snow? “Snow-gazing”?
The cave was peaceful, but my mind wasn’t.
I was worried about Nyongmom.
He was strong—more than capable of slaughtering monsters alone. I wasn’t afraid he’d lose a fight.
But surviving this cold?
Player bodies were tough, but not immune to nature. Prolonged exposure to rain could cause severe colds. Freezing snow was worse—frostbite could cause permanent damage.
Munch munch…
Nom nom…
Lost in thought, I barely registered the chewing sounds beside me. After I turned my head , I found Isolin and Gladie happily munching on something.
A sweet, roasted scent filled the air.
They were eating baked sweet potatoes.
“Hey!”
Where had they even gotten those?!
I glanced at Liza—she was chewing one too.
“Mine!”
“Here.”
Isolin immediately handed me hers. Tiny bite marks dotted the golden flesh.
“You weren’t answering earlier, so I thought you didn’t want any.”
I must’ve been too deep in thought.
Clutching the half-eaten sweet potato, I sulked.
Isolin, completely unbothered, pulled out another raw one from her inventory.
Her cooking method was simple: skewer it on her staff and blast it with fire.
Poof!
Freshly baked.
“Hehe~”
She peeled it with her tiny fingers and took a big bite.
I stared, baffled.
She had more?! Then why give me the half-eaten one?!
“You’re not eating?”
She reached for the one she’d given me.
I took a huge bite before she could take it back.
The slightly cooled sweet potato still carried the faint indents of Isolin’s blunt little canines.
Morning came.
The cave entrance was buried under snow—but that was no problem.
We had Isolin.
“Leave it to me!”
She inhaled deeply—
FWOOSH!
—and melted the snow with a fire breath.
Sunlight poured in.
Outside, the sky was clear, as if last night’s storm had never happened.
Our search for Nyongmom began immediately.
At the island’s center lay a frozen lake—its surface littered with monster carcasses.
To cross quickly, we stepped onto the ice.
Isolin and I, with our crampons, had no trouble. Gladie, without them, held our hands to avoid slipping.
Then Liza stopped.
Her gaze locked onto something—a monster corpse.
A white tiger, frozen solid, its fur matted with icy blood.
Liza traced the clean, single slash across its belly.
“This wasn’t a monster fight. Something sharp did this.“
She turned to me. “Your last friend—does he use a sword?”
“Yes!”
A grin spread across her face.
“He might be here.”
“Really?!”
“Woo!”
“Yay!”
We spun in circles, cheering.
Our pace quickened.
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Haa…
Nyongmom’s breath fogged in the air.
His stamina was at 70%.
Mana: 0%.
Monsters remaining: 10.
Normally, this wouldn’t faze him.
But his sword was cracking.
Two more strikes—it would shatter.
Nyongmom glared at the white gorillas surrounding him.
ROAR!
He moved.
Faster.
Flexible.
But—
CRACK!
His sword shattered against a gorilla’s fist.
The shock sent him flying.
He barely blocked the next strike with his shield.
No backup weapons.
No retreat.
Nyongmom fought on—fists and shields against claws and fangs.
His vision blurred from swelling.
But he didn’t yield.
Then—
[Trade Request: ‘Supreme’]
[YES/NO]
No hesitation.
Nyongmom slammed YES.
The trade window flashed—
A new weapon materialized in his grip.
ROAR!
A gorilla charged.
Nyongmom swung with his sword.
And winter itself answered.
CRACKLE—!
Frost erupted.
The gorilla froze mid-lunge—a statue of ice.
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