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I Realized It Was An Academy Game After 10 Years – Chapter 190

.。.:✧ For Those Who Love Iced Drinks, Losing Them is a Fate Worse Than Death (6) ✧:.。.

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Translator: FusionX
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“Be safe.”

“You too, Tom. Stay well until I return.”

“Worry about yourself, not me. You’re heading into danger.”

He wasn’t wrong. I checked my equipment one last time and stepped onto the stairs leading up Crevasse Mountain.

Here we go.

[There’s so much snow, I can barely see the path!]

“That’s how snowy mountains are.”

A snow-covered mountain.

Normally, no sane person would attempt to climb such a treacherous peak.

The stairs were frozen solid, and stopping for even a moment meant being buried in snow, becoming a snowman. The extreme conditions could easily claim a life within an hour through hypothermia or frostbite.

But the creature I sought resided at the summit.

I had to reach it, somehow.

I trudged up the stairs.

According to the village chief, the stairs only went up to the mid-point of the mountain. Beyond that, there would likely be no path. Maintaining stairs in such harsh terrain and weather was impossible.

[My tentacles are starting to freeze…]

“Thaw them yourself. Or break them off if you have to.”

[What?!]

I didn’t have time to thaw her tentacles individually. They regenerated if broken, so breaking off the frozen parts was the logical solution.

Sigh.

If only I had regenerative abilities.

Ah, I couldn’t even talk anymore.

Every time I opened my mouth, icy air seeped into my lungs, threatening to freeze them solid.

Chatting pointlessly could lead to a frozen tongue. I kept my mouth shut and focused on climbing the stairs, my gaze fixed ahead.

I hoped nothing unexpected happened on the way.

These stairs gave me a strange sense of déjà vu. It felt like the kind of place where white-furred trolls might appear, or creatures that could blow you away with icy breath lived at the summit.

“…I hope it’s just the phoenix.”

The journey to find the phoenix was already hellish. Monsters would just complicate things. Lost in thought, I reached the first resting point. Or rather, I found a suitable spot.

I gathered snow and shaped it with my shovel.

This should do.

“Craft.”

Nothing beats an igloo in winter.

I stepped inside the newly crafted igloo, savoring the otherworldly warmth.

It was large enough for two adult men to lie down comfortably. A hole in the center of the ceiling, covered by a small roof, allowed smoke to escape if I built a fire.

A well-maintained fire would ensure a warm night’s sleep.

I took out the flint and steel I had prepared, along with a small metal cylinder. The cylinder, about a handspan wide, was a multi-purpose tool I had brought along.

“Rue. Add some oil.”

[My tentacles are frozen—]

Right. Then I’d have to do it myself.

I raised my index finger and quietly chanted,

“Sprinkler.”

Oil dripped from my fingertip. Not…actual body oil, but magically created oil. I could adjust its properties, so I had set it to burn for as long as possible.

I struck a match and lit the oil.

“…That’s better.”

[Oh, it’s melting! My tentacles are thawing! This is fun!]

A grimoire enjoying warming its tentacles by a fire.

Should I be touched by this rare sight, or chuckle at the absurdity?

I brushed the snow off my frozen backpack and pulled out roasted coffee beans and a small kettle.

“I’ll get some snow.”

At least water wasn’t scarce.

I scooped snow into the kettle with my mithril shovel. I placed the snow-filled kettle on the shovel blade and held it over the fire. The snow quickly melted, transforming into drinking water.

[Snow turns into water when it melts?]

“Yes.”

I explained the simple scientific principle to Rue and dropped a small cloth bag filled with coffee grounds into the kettle. The rich aroma of coffee soon filled the igloo.

A relaxing scent.

I placed the warmed kettle on the floor and went outside, activating my skill.

“Craft.”

Hmm. Looks decent.

I picked up the mug-sized ice cup and returned to the igloo, slowly pouring the coffee into it. I had intentionally made the cup thick, so it shouldn’t crack easily.

I placed the cup near the entrance and basked in the warmth of the fire.

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

“Cold drinks taste best in cold weather.”

[Really?]

“Yes.”

It should be ready by now.

I leisurely retrieved the ice cup from the entrance. The iced coffee looked refreshingly cool. I sat by the warm fire and took a long sip.

Ah. That’s the stuff.

Iced Americano was the answer, even in the freezing cold.

[Is it that good? I want to try it.]

“You don’t have a mouth.”

[Tch.]

Rue seemed genuinely disappointed, but what could I do? She had only herself to blame for lacking a mouth.

Ah, refreshing.

I finished the iced coffee and stood up.

Time to move on.

I couldn’t afford to linger when I still had a long way to go.

“Let’s go.”

I should leave the igloo for any potential travelers following behind me.

I poured snow over the fire to extinguish it, emptied the kettle, and packed everything back into my backpack.

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“Let’s stop here for today.”

[How many more days?]

“Probably about a week.”

That was an optimistic estimate. It could easily take ten days or more.

If there were actual crevasses, or if the terrain forced detours. I hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

“Craft.”

This area was relatively spacious, so I could build a larger igloo. I cleared the floor of the newly created ten-square-meter igloo and started a fire in the center.

After building several igloos on the way up, I had become quite proficient. Practice makes perfect.

I skillfully lit the fire and retrieved my sleeping bag from my backpack.

It was a modified version of a commercially available sleeping bag. Since I planned to get some proper sleep, it was essential.

I wish I had an inventory like in the game.

Lost in such thoughts, I filled a pot with snow and placed it over the fire. Time to make some hot soup with the vegetables and dried meat I had brought.

[Contractor, where are you going?]

Rue, sprawled on the igloo floor, asked as she watched me. I lengthened my shovel and replied,

“Setting up some traps.”

Just a showcase of my Craft skill, really.

Artificial crevasses, small snares. I set up every conceivable trap around the igloo, then returned and added the ingredients to the boiling water.

The ingredients softened in the bubbling water, releasing a savory aroma.

“…I’m glad I didn’t end up somewhere like this.”

Staring blankly at the simmering stew, a thought occurred to me.

The deserted island was tropical, so winter wasn’t a concern. But starting in a snowy mountain?

I would have become a frozen corpse within a year.

The bone-chilling cold would have killed me before I could even adapt to survival.

Ah, was it ready?

I placed the pot on the floor and picked up my spoon. The aroma was promising, but the taste would likely be mediocre.

I hadn’t brought many spices, just salt and pepper. And because of the salty dried meat, only pepper was needed.

I scooped up a spoonful of stew and brought it to my mouth.

“…Refreshing.”

[Refreshing? Isn’t it hot?]

How could I explain this?

I contemplated how to convey the nuances of the Korean language, then decided to brush it off.

Explaining was too much trouble.

Besides, without a sense of taste, she wouldn’t understand anyway.

“It’s just…a thing.”

[What? Tell me!]

Hmm, delicious.

The tough meat had softened nicely, making it quite palatable.

I chewed the chunks of meat and vegetables, gazing at the snowstorm swirling outside the widened entrance. There wasn’t much else to do.

[So boring.]

“Go look outside if you’re bored.”

She couldn’t freeze to death, so it wouldn’t hurt for her to play outside, right?

[If I freeze, I can’t move!]

“Then play inside the igloo.”

I wiped the pot and spoon clean with snow and placed them upside down in a corner.

Time for sleep.

I crawled into my sleeping bag.

I couldn’t tell the exact time, but I would wake up around sunrise.

I closed my eyes, ending a day of relentless walking.

Just need to sleep—

“Is…is there a house here?”

A woman’s voice, unfamiliar.

Instinctively, I slipped out of the sleeping bag and grabbed my shovel.

“Hello! Is anyone inside?”

“Who are you?”

“…Thank goodness! May I come in?”

A stranded traveler?

If I didn’t let her in, she would freeze to death.

But did I have to?

Taking unnecessary risks—

No.

Wait a minute.

“…Come in.”

“Thank you!”

The owner of the voice stooped down and entered the igloo, her eyes meeting mine.

“…You.”

“Thank you! Thanks to you, I think I’ll survive… sob…”

I scratched my head, watching the woman collapse and burst into tears.

…Was I mistaken?

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