Isn't This Overpowered?

As far as the eye could see, the entire world had been dyed white. An endless snowfield stretched to the horizon, and the boundary between sky and earth seemed to have vanished. Only the howling cold wind swept past without pause, whipping up fine snow grains and forming a hazy white mist in midair.

When the wind passed through the snow valley, it let out a low moan, like the breathing of some ancient existence in its sleep. Sunlight spilled through the gray-white clouds, but brought little warmth. Instead, it cast a frigid silver gleam across the snowfield.

In such an environment, human figures looked especially small. Yet within this nearly endless white world, a warm light glowed quietly.

It was a temporary campsite, and their main party was there.

At this point, Vernacular Poet, Windchaser, and Sunken Crow had all arrived at the northern snowfield.

Vernacular Poet asked, "By the way, where's Silver Wolf?"

Windchaser scratched her head, repeatedly messaging Silver Wolf privately while explaining, "She said she'd be here soon. Any minute now."

Sunken Crow remained silent, merely staring at Windchaser to express his displeasure.

Vernacular Poet covered his head, then smacked Sunken Crow on the head. "Say something. We haven't seen each other for one day, and you've really turned mute."

"What's with that temper? Don't they say only high temperatures make people hot-headed?" Sunken Crow covered his head and looked at Vernacular Poet reproachfully.

Vernacular Poet clapped his hands. "Of course I'm mad because you ignored me yesterday. You vanished after going offline."

"Oh." Sunken Crow fell silent again.

Windchaser stood to the side, snickering.

After a while, Silver Wolf finally teleported over.

Silver Wolf floated slightly above the ground. "Ah, sorry. I was experimenting with something just now."

That was right—Silver Wolf had casually made several backups of herself. The current Silver Wolf was one such backup. Asking where the original body was?

There was no original body. Or perhaps they were all original bodies.

With Phanes's technology and industrial support, Silver Wolf had successfully achieved something similar to Return to Silence.

Of course, she couldn't create multiple incarnations at the same time.

"Seriously! How could you be this late?" Windchaser puffed out her cheeks, looking a little annoyed. Her cheeks stuck out like a squirrel's.

Silver Wolf naturally took the initiative to apologize. "My bad, my bad. I broke my promise. Something came up."

Vernacular Poet quickly jumped in. "It's fine, it's fine. Let's get down to business, then."

Vernacular Poet was genuinely afraid Windchaser would foolishly press the issue. If she happened to ask about something sensitive, wouldn't everyone explode?

"Then let's go." Sunken Crow put on his blindfold and set off.

Windchaser also put on her blindfold at this moment, then looked at Silver Wolf. "There's been a blizzard on the snowfield lately."

"I get what you mean." Silver Wolf put on her goggles, then landed and slowly followed at the back of the group.

Vernacular Poet shouted, "Sunken Crow, same as usual."

"Received."

The blizzard on the snowfield was indeed severe, powerful enough to nearly send people rolling through the snow.

There were also very few wild monsters on the way—the snow spirits.

Windchaser and the others hadn't come to grind levels or farm monsters. Their main purpose was to explore the secret realm.

But trouble would take the initiative to attack the main party.

Sure enough, only a few kilometers after they set out, something strange appeared in the distant sky.

Above the formerly tranquil snowfield, the clouds began spinning at an unnatural speed.

At first, it was only a small gray vortex. But just a few minutes later, the sky in that area seemed to have been forcibly torn open by some power. Vast masses of dark clouds gathered together, forming an incomparably enormous storm eye.

"What the hell?!" Vernacular Poet stared wide-eyed at the tornado taking shape. "Isn't this wrong?"

"Forget whether it's wrong or not—we need to find somewhere to hide..." Windchaser looked around at the white, barren snowfield, but there was nowhere to take cover.

Sunken Crow retreated from the front. "Something's off."

Silver Wolf put on her goggles, and data instantly filled her view:

[Abyssal Linjun]

[Level: 87]

[A terrifying thing formed when fragments of the Primordial were corrupted by the Abyss, becoming a source of contamination]

[Typhoon: Level 4]

[If not stopped, it will become Level 6]

[Abyss Snow Spirit]

[Level: 72]

[Abyss Wind Spirit]

[Level: 74]

...

"So many..." They couldn't be seen with the naked eye; all of them were hidden within the storm eye. Wings appeared behind Silver Wolf as she rapidly took off. "I'll handle it."

Even under such powerful winds, Silver Wolf could still quickly fly to the storm eye high in the sky.

Naturally, Silver Wolf couldn't be bothered to confront this kind of natural disaster head-on. "You're not allowed to block the way!"

With a tap of her little hand, she used Aether Editing.

The typhoon and the entire group of monsters were teleported away in an instant.

As for where they went, Silver Wolf simply spread her hands. She had entered a random number.

The sky instantly cleared, revealing blue skies and white clouds. Even the faint blizzard had completely vanished.

When Silver Wolf slowly landed beside Windchaser, she said, "Piece of cake."

Windchaser clenched both fists. "Wolf Venerable is so strong! Wolf Venerable is a god!"

Looking up at the azure sky, Vernacular Poet finally said, "My god, Wolf Venerable keeps rewriting my understanding again and again..."

Silver Wolf gave two smug hums, then said lazily, "If we're speedrunning, we've gotta be fast~"

Afterward, everyone set off again toward the coordinates Phanes had provided.

Meanwhile, Silver Wolf checked her [Roleplay Cartridge].

[Silver Wolf]

[Cartridge LV70 (Roleplay Level Increase)]

[Hidden: Unknown Save Cartridge Level 999]

[Load: Medium]

[Status: This Is How You Use Aether Editing!]

[Blessings: Forest Moon God, Phanes]

[Cartridge Time Remaining: 21s]

[May You Remain Weak Forever]

At the coordinates was a vast frozen lake.

Without another word, Silver Wolf trusted her intuition. "It's definitely underwater."

"I thought so too." Vernacular Poet nodded, then moved away.

Windchaser understood what Vernacular Poet meant. She summoned her greatsword, raised it high with one hand, and smashed it down with all her strength.

The entire sheet of ice instantly cracked apart, blasting up a water column several meters high.

"Wow..." Sunken Crow stood there without moving and got drenched all over.

Vernacular Poet had anticipated this and hidden farther back, while the water couldn't get anywhere near Silver Wolf.

Windchaser, meanwhile, was soaked from the waist up. Since she would be diving soon anyway, she didn't care at all. "What do we do next?"

Silver Wolf put on her goggles and carefully examined the situation underwater:

[Unknown Secret Realm]

[Signs of biological activity are present. There may be a guardian beast.] —Prometheus

"Looks like we'll have to fight monsters later."

Windchaser pointed underwater. "Fight in the water?! This..."

They had fought water monsters before, but precisely because they had, they knew fighting monsters underwater was simply asking for trouble!

Silver Wolf thought for a moment. "I don't see anything for now. Maybe it went out."

[Perhaps that one was it.]

Oh! You mean the one in that tornado?

[Probability: 82%.]

Silver Wolf became somewhat interested. In other words, Phanes gave us the coordinates for this secret realm, the Abyss also corrupted it, and the Abyss seemed to want to take the initiative but was stopped by me...

And Phanes has also mastered how to use the Abyss, emmm. Looks like both sides really want whatever's inside this secret realm.

"Go, go!" Windchaser dove headfirst into the water.

"!" Sunken Crow immediately followed.

Vernacular Poet arrived late at the water's edge. "Not you two." He awkwardly looked at Silver Wolf. "They're always like this."