Personality V: I will save everything

The distorted experimental records in the corridor and the strange organization floating in the glass jars had already prepared Efron to confront any terrifying creation.

But the moment the door was fully opened, instead of the cold cement floor I had expected, I found myself in a sudden, collapsing void.

"Watch out!" He only had time to shout before his body began to fall uncontrollably.

Matthias's cries of alarm mingled with Itacua's short gasps, and Efron instinctively reached out and pulled the two children into his arms tightly.

The feeling of weightlessness was like a cold, venomous snake coiling around my body, the wind whistling in my ears, and below me was a bottomless darkness.

Fortunately, the branches that kept passing by during his fall acted as a buffer. The thick branches scraped against his back and arms, leaving a burning pain, but they also slowed down his descent.

Finally, the three of them crashed heavily into a soft layer of snow. The snow instantly reached their chests, and the cold snowflakes seeped into their collars, sending shivers down their spines.

Efron struggled to sit up, wincing in pain from a dull ache in his back, but his first priority was to check on his two children.

Matthias turned pale with fright, clutching his clothes tightly, his eyes red but he held back his sobs; Itaquya was also trembling, but he had already brushed the snow off his body and looked around warily.

"Are you alright? Does anything hurt?"

Efron's voice was slightly hoarse as he gently pressed his fingertips against the two children's limbs to make sure there were no signs of fractures or dislocations before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The snow layer was incredibly thick; the soft snow acted like a thick cushion, and with the cushioning effect of the tree branches, they managed to escape unscathed.

However, the real difficulties have only just begun.

Thirty minutes later, Efron carried Matthias on his back, trudging through the vast snowfield.

The heavy snow, like an endless curtain, continued to fall from the leaden sky, turning everything in the world a monotonous white. The wind, carrying snowflakes, stung my face like tiny ice blades.

The snow on the ground was already above knee-deep. For an adult like Efron, every step required tremendous effort, let alone a child like Matthias who had not yet fully developed—the snow was almost up to his chest, making it impossible for him to walk independently.

Efron wrapped Matthias's legs tightly around his waist, his arms supporting his hips, his back already stiff from the weight of the child.

Itakya followed beside him, her small body appearing particularly frail in the wind and snow, yet she still tried her best to keep up with his pace.

"Walk slowly, don't rush."

Efron turned back and gave instructions, his gaze sweeping across the boundless snowfield, a hint of anxiety rising in his heart.

There are no landmarks here; all you can see is a vast expanse of white, as if it were a forgotten corner of the world. You can't even tell where the sun is, so there's no way to determine your direction.

What worries him even more is the danger hidden beneath the snow. Those cracks in the ground covered by snow are like lurking beasts. On the surface, they are no different from ordinary snow, but once you step on them, the fragile snow layer will collapse instantly, dragging them back into the unknown abyss.

Efron was extremely cautious with every step, first testing the snow with his toes to make sure it was safe before taking the next step.

As a result, their progress became increasingly slow, and moving even a meter became extremely difficult.

The icy snow water soaked through his boots, and the chill crept up his ankles, making his toes numb. But he dared not linger for a moment—in such a harsh environment, stagnation meant being swallowed by the ice and snow.

Matthias buried his face in Efron's back, his warm breath seeping through their clothes and leaving a small damp patch, which was quickly frozen by the cold wind.

"Mr. Efron, how much longer do we have to walk?"

The child's voice, tinged with timidity, drifted weakly through the wind and snow.

Efron tightened his arms, holding him even closer, and tried to soften his voice:

"Soon, we'll definitely find a way out." Even so, he himself didn't know how long this "soon" would take, and could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that a turning point would appear ahead.

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However, in reality.........

Matthias rested his chin on Efron's warm shoulder, his fluffy blond hair slightly disheveled by the wind and snow.

He secretly lifted his eyelids, reached past Efron's arm, and gave Itaquya, who was walking unsteadily beside him, a silent look—a look filled with childlike impatience, his eyebrows slightly drooping, his pupils reflecting the swirling snow, clearly saying, "Why aren't we here yet? I'm almost falling asleep waiting."

His little head was spinning with confusion. Logically speaking, as long as the keywords "snowfield" and "Itakua" are involved, even a fool would know that this vast white world must be a domain constructed by Itakua using magic.

After all, when he was planning this place with Itakua, he had rolled around in the snow several times. It was clearly agreed that it was just a "not too big or too small test field", and that the wooden house on the edge would be within a ten-minute walk at most. But now a full thirty minutes had passed, and all he could see was snow, and he hadn't seen a single wooden house.

Did Itakua secretly expand the venue?

Matthias couldn't help but glance at Itacua again, his little brows furrowing even more.

Itakua seemed to notice his gaze and looked up at him.

The boy's eyelashes were covered with fine snowflakes, his face looked pale in the wind and snow, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, then silently closed it again—how could he explain this to Matthias?

In this snowfield dominated by blizzards, sight is the least reliable thing.

The pine trees in front of me stood side by side, their branches covered with thick white snow, looking almost identical. In addition, the strong wind whipped up snowflakes that lashed at my face, reducing visibility to less than five meters. Sometimes, if you stared at a tree for a long time, and then walked a while and turned back, you would find that another tree looked exactly the same as the one you had just seen. You might even wonder if you had been going around in circles the whole time.

He himself couldn't be sure whether the path beneath his feet was truly extending forward or a cycle distorted by magic.

We can't exactly tell Matthias, "We might be lost," can we?

Itakua could only shake his head slightly, his eyes filled with apology. He then pointed to the horizon blurred by the wind and snow, as if to say, "Just hang in there, we're almost there." But only he knew that this "almost there" was more like a form of self-comfort.

Honestly, Itaquya is getting a little boring.