God of Frost and Cold

Primordial World.

Arctic Circle.

Mountain Top Cabin.

A pair of eyes opened, looking around.

All around was endless darkness.

Countless whispers rose.

It seemed countless wills were accompanying him, yearning for him to set them free.

I want to... kill...

Suddenly, deafening electronic music blared through the unseen void.

The sound was so familiar that it immediately drowned out the others and awakened his memories.

Mm...

This was the game he knew best.

The aggressive electronic music came from the game's second stage. It played when the most powerful monster at the end of the level appeared.

Beating that monster was simple. All you had to do was jump, attack, jump, dodge, then repeat the process, remembering to unleash your ultimate move at the right moment.

Suddenly, the music warped for a moment, then vanished completely.

—What?

Someone had actually failed a level this simple?

He couldn't help reaching out and giving the darkness a gentle push.

The coffin, covered in elaborate patterns, swung open.

Ye Feili leaped out of the coffin.

When he saw the scene around him, he suddenly froze.

A man in a black leather jacket lay on a bedroll in front of the fireplace, an empty bottle in his hand, snoring away.

On the other side, a slender young woman with cat ears, wearing black stockings and a short skirt, had her back to him as she worked hard at the game controller in her hands.

"Get dressed before you talk—tsk, you evolved once, and your skin's gotten even fairer and smoother."

The girl tossed out the words without looking back.

Only then did Ye Feili realize he was completely naked.

He hurriedly looked around.

A neatly folded set of clothes lay on the floor in front of him.

He quickly got dressed, then went over