Unlucky Bastard

In some corner of the Cube World, mountain ridges stretched endlessly beneath a blanket of white snow. Countless tiny ice blossoms drifted through the air, silently adorning the pale and desolate land.

This was a Snow Mountain region filled with cold and killing intent.

Yet amid one of its snow-covered ridges, the once tranquil atmosphere had now been utterly shattered.

A black figure flew low along a steep snowy slope, diving at high speed toward the foot of the mountain.

He was a member of Dawn Squad—Rat Master Hunter Weimeng.

At the same time, a vast, roaring avalanche was hot on Weimeng's heels, thundering and surging after him all the way.

Glancing back at that white, violent calamity, Weimeng's brow drew tight. Beads of sweat ran down his cheeks, and his eyes were filled with gravity and anxiety, as though he were fleeing from a dreadful Grim Reaper.

Naturally, as a fifth-level Nightmare Sensor, he was not afraid of a mere natural disaster like an avalanche.

What truly made Weimeng feel the threat of death, however, were the three terrifying madmen pursuing behind that avalanche.

Weimeng believed that, among the five members of Dawn Squad who had entered the "Maze Cube" this time, he was most likely the unluckiest poor bastard.

Because one minute ago, when he had been teleported into this unfamiliar snowy region, three Mad Clowns had happened to be standing right beside him.

One of them wore a thin dark-blue robe. With sunken eye sockets, a withered face, and a tall, gaunt build, he stood at a standard one meter ninety. His name was Lü Zhi.

Another wore a bright-yellow vest. Square-faced and round-eyed, vigorous in spirit and broad-shouldered with a powerful frame, he stood well over two meters tall. His name was Feilusa.

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