Lu Mingfei walked out of the tunnel, and his view suddenly opened up.
He froze.
Before him lay a vast expanse of white. The entire world had become a boundless snowy plain.
The wind howled as it rushed in from every direction, pouring into his collar, sleeves, and pant legs like countless icy hands tugging at his clothes. Lu Mingfei instinctively hunched his neck. The skin on his face was already beginning to sting, as though someone were sanding it with sandpaper.
He looked up at the sky.
The sun hung there at an angle, small and white, like a light bulb about to burn out. It offered not the slightest warmth.
Lu Mingfei stood in the snow and exhaled. Before his breath could even take shape, the wind scattered it, leaving only a small puff of white mist wavering before him like a silent sigh.
He looked down at his already somewhat tattered clothes. In a place like this, they were no different from a layer of paper.
"No way. Where the hell is this?" His words did not travel far before the wind and snow swallowed them.
He took a few steps forward. His shoes sank into the snow with crunching sounds, each step leaving a deep footprint.
Lu Mingfei looked around. There were no houses, no Signposts, nothing at all—only the endless snowfield and that half-dead sun.
"Senior Brother... did I end up at the North Pole?" Lu Mingfei looked as though his worldview had collapsed.
He Xiaomeng in the phone fell silent for a moment. There was actually a hint of uncertainty in his mechanical tone. "It seems so... It might be a Nibelungen somewhere at the North Pole or South Pole that got Aggregated as well."
Lu Mingfei had thought the trap-filled subway tunnel was