The Winter Snow Day of Utter Silence

The matter of Zhou Hong dealing with monsters alongside the GUTS members after work had been heard by the loudmouth at the base.

During this period, Zhou Hong had truly experienced the formidable power of that loudmouth.

"You jerk! What are you playing at? Why didn't you call us on Halloween night? We're teammates!" The booming voice was loud enough to shake the dust off the floor.

Zhou Hong decisively shook his head, casting that unpleasant memory out of his mind.

Sunlight slanted through the glass, warming his backside as Zhou Hong got out of bed at a leisurely pace to begin his rare day off.

The weather was growing colder; a heavy snow had fallen a few nights ago, and the pristine white snow was still visible this morning, pushed to the sides of the road and piled carelessly against the walls.

Afraid that Zhou Hong might upset his stomach, Grandma had already set aside some warm food in the thermal cabinet. Grandma, who had become increasingly cheerful, had already gone out to soak up the sun.

Under the slanted rays of the warm sun, he finished his meal, tidied the table until it was spotless, and casually stuck a note on the fridge that read, "Out for errands, back for dinner," before heading toward the motorcycle parked in the small courtyard.

Compared to driving a car, Zhou Hong preferred motorcycles. In his past life, he had never had the guts to ride one, fearing he would fly off and turn into a pile of mush, but those reasons no longer stood in his way.

After setting the destination for today's journey on his navigation, Zhou Hong put on his helmet and immediately started the bike.

Everything in his field of vision retreated rapidly—the bustling city, the lush green forests, the pure white snowdrifts—like a black phantom drifting from the city into the wilderness.

When a "static" crackle appeared in his communicator, Zhou Hong knew he had reached today's target.

There are many mysterious zones in the world, the most famous being the Bermuda Triangle, and the magnetic field in this place was just as chaotic as that of the Bermuda Triangle.

This was the Shishinohana Forest.

His gaze, hidden behind the pitch-black visor, looked toward the rainbow floating above the forest in the distance; the colors of the rainbow started with purple at the top and reversed back to red at the bottom.

"Not bad luck at all," Zhou Hong remarked. He twisted the throttle again, and the motorcycle sped across the icy, snow-covered road, diving deep into the Shishinohana Forest without even tapping the brakes.

Having traveled through space multiple times with Obiko, Zhou Hong had become exceptionally familiar with spatial teleportation; he knew clearly that he had already entered the Space-Time Realm.

Zhou Hong stopped the bike and removed the silencer; Neon had strict regulations regarding the noise produced by vehicles, which forced him to go through such trouble.

The roar unleashed by twisting the throttle shook the ice and snow hanging from the surrounding trees, causing them to fall. The motorcycle sped along the road, its taillights flickering around every bend in the forest.

Or perhaps, it was the sight of a burly man carrying his motorcycle back onto the road.

The Space-Time Realm had always been quiet, but today it was exceptionally noisy, which woke up a monster that usually napped during the day. It rolled over and stood up its massive body.

Silver scales covered its tall frame, and slightly bloated muscle groups were separated by earthy-brown patterns, with spikes running from the top of its head down to its tail.

Amidst the endless, motionless trees, it turned its body and immediately noticed the speeding black phantom.

On this day of silent winter snow, under the illumination of the rainbow and the scorching sun above, a certain silver-white, nearsighted monster encountered Zhou Hong.

Their gazes met, and it was love at first sight.

Silvagon took a step with its short legs, ignoring the trees that blocked its path, and chased after Zhou Hong.

"Looks like today really is my lucky day." Zhou Hong hadn't originally harbored the thought of actually finding Silvagon; he had only intended to scout the location.

To find the monster he had set his sights on in one go could only be called destiny.

With an incredibly arrogant gait, Silvagon crushed everything that blocked its path, roaring as it gave chase.

Trees flew through the air, grazing the top of Zhou Hong's head, and the powerful gale made the motorcycle impossible to control, forcing Zhou Hong to stop driving.

"Compared to those slender, fragile monsters, you, Silvagon, are exactly my type."

The red light blooming from the Ultra Heart gradually enveloped the motorcycle, and the dazzling luster forced Silvagon to reach out its short arms to protect its nearly useless eyes.

When it lowered its short arms, what it saw was a massive figure slowly approaching it.

Having run rampant in this Space-Time Realm for so long, this was the first time Silvagon had encountered an existence even taller than itself.

A crimson fist slammed into its head, suppressing its threatening roar.

The heavy force caused Silvagon to topple to the side, and it only managed to steady its body by digging its short legs into the ground.

The power of that punch made Silvagon feel both threatened and challenged; mimicking Jostar's attack, it swung back at Jostar.

But an arm longer than its own pressed against its body, and while its short arms flailed continuously, they only brushed against the cold air.

It stomped its short legs against the ground, but the distance between Jostar and Silvagon did not close.

Silvagon's monstrous strength allowed it to push against Jostar, carving a new path through the forest.

This confrontation also allowed Jostar to gauge Silvagon's strength: it was inferior to his own.

Unable to land a hit on the guy who kept shaking his head, Silvagon became even angrier; it raised its short arms, gathered all its strength, and swung at the arm pressed against its body.

Jostar retracted his arm faster than it could react, but Silvagon's bloated body lunged forward entirely.

A powerful strike sent brilliant sparks flying from Jostar's chest, and the heavy force made the light in Jostar's diamond-shaped eyes shine even brighter.

This was a truly worthy opponent!

Looking at Silvagon, who was pressed tightly against him, Jostar ignored the spikes and hugged Silvagon firmly. The spikes on its back pressed into his muscular frame, causing Silvagon itself to feel the sting.

Jostar, holding Silvagon tight, felt the muscles on his body suddenly swell like balloons, and he lifted Silvagon right off the ground.

For the first time, Silvagon felt the crushing weight of superior strength; the sensation of weightlessness made it recall the days when it was a cub being carried by its mother.

This caused it to struggle instinctively.

Useless struggles only sparked more flashes of light. Using absolute strength, Jostar executed a suplex, slamming Silvagon fiercely into the ground.

Ice and snow mixed with dirt and trees took flight simultaneously, triggering countless echoing reverberations.

As Jostar approached Silvagon, the monster, lying on the ground, actually retreated in fear, kicking its short legs and clutching its own tail.

I still remember the last time I said our meeting would surely be on a day of silent winter snow; I was all set to go to a comic convention, only to scald the back of my foot with boiling water.