I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

190. Losing One’s Body by Accident Means Death (6)

“Please come back safely.”

“I hope Tom stays well until he returns.”

“Don’t worry about me, you can worry about your own body. Isn’t it like going into a limb?”

It’s not wrong. Following his words, I checked my equipment one last time and stepped onto the stairs leading up to the Kvas Mountains.

Is this just the beginning?

[It’s snowing so much that you can’t see the road?]

“All snow mountains are like that.”

Snow-covered mountains.

In fact, no normal person would try to climb such a crazy mountain.

The extreme environment is such that the stairs are frozen solid, and if you stop for even a moment, snow accumulates all over your body and you turn into a snowman. In less than an hour, you can easily take a person’s life from hypothermia or frostbite.

But what should I do when the person I need to find is up there.

I have to climb up somehow.

I walked up the stairs steadily.

According to what I heard from the village chief, there will be stairs halfway up the mountain. And if you get halfway up, there probably won’t be any stairs. The terrain is too rough to repair the stairs, and the weather makes it impossible.

[My tentacles started to freeze…]

“Just melt it on your own. If you have to, take it off.”

[What?]

There is no time to melt the tentacles one by one. It’s a tentacle that regenerates when cut anyway, so if it freezes, you have to cut it. After. It would have been better if I had the ability to regenerate. Unfortunately, I don’t have that ability.

Ah, I can’t even talk anymore.

Every time I open my mouth, a chill that seems to freeze my lungs penetrates.

I didn’t know that if I started talking for no reason, I might experience my tongue freezing. I closed my mouth and walked diligently, fixing my eyes on the stairs.

There shouldn’t be any trouble on the way.

This staircase somehow gives me a feeling of déjà vu. For some reason, it feels like something like a troll with pure white fur will appear, and there will be people living at the top who will blow away their opponents with their breath.

“…I just wish there was a phoenix.”

The road to meet the Phoenix is also hell, and if something like a monster gets in the way, it will be chaos. With that in mind, I reached the first resting point. To be precise, it was located in the right place.

Then, compact the snow and shape it with a shovel.

You can roughly make it like this.

“Production.”

After all, it’s an igloo in winter.

I quickly entered the igloo and enjoyed the warmth of the other world.

It is large enough for two adult men to lie down. The structure has an opening in the middle of the ceiling and a small roof above it, allowing smoke to escape even when a fire is started.

If you smoke well, you will be able to sleep warmly.

I took out the spark stone and small metal cylinder I had prepared in advance. The cylinder, which boasts a width of about a hand, was an object brought for multipurpose use.

“Rue. Add some oil.”

[It’s impossible because the tentacles are frozen-]

Then there is nothing we can do.

I raised my index finger and silently recited the spell.

“Sprinkler.”

Oil drips from my fingers. It’s not dog oil extract… It’s oil created by magic. Since I can adjust the properties to some extent, I set it to burn as long as possible, then took out a match and lit it.

“…I think I’ll buy something now.”

[Oh, melt, melt, melt! My tentacles are melting! This is fun!]

It looks like the tentacle likes to touch the bonfire with its tentacle.

Should I be moved by this precious scene that can’t be seen anywhere, or should I just laugh? I opened the frozen backpack with my hands and took out the roasted coffee beans and a small kettle from inside.

“I’m going to scoop up some snow in a moment.”

I’m glad that hydration isn’t difficult.

I scooped up a nearby shovel full of mithril and shoved it into the kettle. In an instant, I turned the full kettle into ice and placed it on the shovel blade to heat it up. The volume quickly decreased and began to become my drinking water.

[When snow melts, it turns into water?]

“Yes.”

I taught Lue some simple scientific knowledge and put a small cloth filled with coffee grounds into the kettle. Soon, the unique, fragrant smell of coffee spread throughout the igloo.

It is a scent that will naturally relieve tension.

I placed the moderately ripe kettle on the floor, went outside, and used the skill.

“Production.”

Hmm. That sounds plausible. I went into the igloo holding an ice cup about the size of a mug and slowly poured the contents of the kettle into it. We made it thick on purpose, so there won’t be any holes.

I placed the cup next to the entrance and enjoyed the warm fire.

[Is it okay to drink something cold in this weather?]

“In weather like this, you have to eat it cold.”

[Really?]

“Yes.”

I guess it’s almost over.

I leisurely returned to the igloo with the ice cup I had left next to the entrance. The coffee covered in thin ice looked refreshing just by looking at it. I sat in front of a warm fire and drank cool coffee.

Okay. This is the taste.

After all, on a cold day, Ah is the answer.

[Is it that good? I want to drink it too.]

“You don’t have a mouth.”

[Tch.]

Lue looked honestly regretful, but what could he do? She blames herself for not having a mouth.

Ah, cool. I finished my cold coffee and got up.

I have to start again.

There’s a long way to go, but we can’t be lazy.

“I will start again.”

It would be better to leave the igloo for those who come later.

I put out the fire by pouring snow on it, shook out the contents, and put it in my backpack.

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“I guess I’ll have to go here today.”

[How many more days do I have to go?]

“I think it will take about a week.”

This was also a hopeful decision, and there was a possibility that it could take more than 10 days.

Unfortunately, there may be a real crevasse, or you may have to take a detour depending on the terrain. I just hope that doesn’t happen.

“Production.”

Fortunately, it is a rather large area, so it could be built a little larger. I neatly cleaned the floor of the igloo, which I had made about 10 pyeong (about 10 square meters) large, and lit a fire in the center.

As I built igloos several times on my way up, I gained so much know-how that I was able to build this with ease.

After all, there is no such thing as mastering repetition.

Soon after, he skillfully starts a fire and takes out a sleeping bag from his backpack. It was a modified version of a commercially available sleeping bag. Since I need to get some sleep this time, it’s natural to bring it up.

I want to have an inventory like in a game.

With that in mind, I scoop up a pot full of snow and put it on the fire. Add the vegetables and beef jerky you brought in moderation and enjoy the taste of the hot soup.

[Contractor, where are you going?]

Lue, who was lying on the floor of the igloo, looked at me and asked. I answered by extending the shovel.

“I’m trying to set some traps.”

Even so, it is a feast of production skills.

From artificial crevasses to small traps. After laying out all the traps that can be placed around, return and put the ingredients into the boiling water.

The ingredients that fell into the boiling water became mushy and began to emit an appetizing smell.

“…I’m glad I didn’t fall into a place like this.”

A thought occurred to me as I absentmindedly watched the stew boiling.

Since it was an uninhabited island and an environment close to the tropics, there was no concept of winter, so it was worth enduring, right? It starts with snowy mountains, right? Then, I would have become a frozen corpse 1 before even a year had passed.

The bone-chilling cold will kill you even before you get used to living on a deserted island.

Ah, has it all boiled over?

I put the pot on the floor and picked up the spoon. It might smell good, but the taste would be average. Since you don’t have to carry around a bunch of spices, all you need to use is salt and pepper. Because of the salty beef jerky, all you have to do is sprinkle some pepper.

I scooped up a lot of soup with a spoon and put it in my mouth.

“…It’s cool.”

[Is it cool? Isn’t it hot?]

How should I explain this?

I was wondering how to explain the mysterious language system of Koreans and decided to skip it.

It’s annoying to explain.

Since you don’t have a sense of taste in the first place, it would be difficult to know what it feels like.

“There is such a thing.”

[What is it, tell me!]

Mmm, delicious. Even the hard meat dissolves well and is quite edible. I chewed the ingredients and admired the snow breeze that could be seen through the widened entrance. To be honest, that was all I had to do.

[Be bored.]

“If you’re really bored, just look outside.”

Since there is no concept of freezing to death, isn’t it okay to have fun in moderation?

[If you freeze, you can’t move!]

“Then play in the igloo.”

I wiped the pot and spoon with snow and roughly turned them over in the corner of the igloo.

Then, let’s get some sleep.

Go into your sleeping bag and take a rest.

I can’t accurately estimate the time, but I should wake up around sunrise.

I closed my eyes after a day of walking without stopping.

Now if you just sleep-

“A house in a place like this… ?”

The voice of an unfamiliar woman.

I instinctively got out of my sleeping bag and picked up a shovel.

“Hey! Are you inside?”

“Who are you?”

“…Thank god! “Can I come in?”

Are you a castaway?

If you don’t let them in, you’ll freeze to death, but is it really necessary?

You can’t increase the risk for no reason-

No.

Wait a minute.

“…Come in.”

“Thank you!”

The owner of the voice bent down, entered the igloo, and made eye contact with me.

“…You.”

“Thank you! I feel like I can survive thanks to you… Ugh.”

I sat down and scratched her head as she began to cry.

…Is it an illusion?