"Sway left, sway right..."
"Argh!!!"
After slipping off the bucket for the eighth time, Shen Yan felt the irritation inside him burning ever hotter.
The route up was already clear, but this damned bucket was just so hard to hook onto.
The main problem was that the bucket hung from a rope.
If he hooked onto it in the wrong spot, or swung his hammer with the wrong amount of force, the bucket would sway in very strange ways.
Shen Yan took a deep breath. "Keep calm. Keep calm..."
He aimed his hammer at the ground and thrust it down hard.
Then, with a practiced swing of his arms, he successfully hooked the bucket.
Sway.
Sway again...
This time, everything went smoothly.
Watching the platform draw closer and closer, Shen Yan felt hope fill his heart.
Once he got past this, the summit would be right before his eyes.
Victory was within reach!
"Now!"
Shen Yan shouted, seizing the moment.
This was his best chance to swing himself up!
Just as he was about to use the iron hammer to fling himself upward,
the iron hammer abruptly shrank into a needle.
"???"
Shen Yan fell uncontrollably.
The snowy ground was slippery, and every fall sent him sliding a few more steps.
This time, he landed at a particularly treacherous angle and rolled twice.
Seeing that he was about to roll down the rock's sloping surface, Shen Yan broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly swung his iron hammer on instinct.
His plan was
to brace the iron hammer against the ground and stop himself from sliding.
But just as the iron hammer came down...
Its head suddenly grew!
It grew even bigger than before!
By a cruel coincidence, it touched the hand of the woman calling for help.
"Save me,