The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

Climbing this icy peak felt like a brutal dance with death, each step fraught with hardship and danger. The biting wind was like a thousand razor-sharp blades, slicing our faces wantonly. Every gust of wind felt like a sharp needle piercing our skin, followed by a piercing pain. The pain came in waves like a surging tide, piercing our skin and reaching our very bones, draining every last vestige of warmth from our bodies.

In the extreme cold, Luo Chen and I felt our hands and feet, frozen in frost, gradually losing feeling and becoming numb. Every attempt to move a foot or clench a fist felt like awakening long-dormant limbs, requiring every ounce of strength in our being. Yet, our gazes remained unwavering, like two flames burning in the darkness, locked fixed on the mountain. Somewhere mysteriously within that peak lay the fragment of the artifact we so desperately sought. It was a ray of hope in the darkness, the key to saving the world. Even if the road ahead was filled with endless hardships and dangers, we would never retreat, for the fate of the entire world rested on our shoulders.

The snow on the mountain was incredibly deep, and every step felt like a struggle against a massive, invisible resistance. The snow seemed alive, gripping our legs tightly and refusing to let go. Every time we stepped into the snow, our legs sank deeper, as if we were sinking into a white quagmire. Sometimes, just as we struggled to pull one foot out of a snow pit, the other would plunge unprepared into a new one. These snow pits were like traps hidden within the white world, ready to devour us at any moment. Each plunge and pull required immense energy, slowing our progress to a crawl. Each step forward felt like crossing an insurmountable chasm.

Luo Chen took the initiative and took on the responsibility of clearing the way. He gripped his sword tightly, and the sunlight shone with a cold and resolute light, just like his eyes at that moment. Whenever he encountered a solid ice barrier, he would take a deep breath and swing his sword vigorously. The moment the blade collided with the ice, a crisp and resounding sound echoed in this silent world of ice and snow, as if announcing our determination to the mountain. Ice chips flew everywhere like glittering fragments, and in the sunlight, they resembled countless dazzling crystals dancing joyfully. These ice chips shimmered with a myriad of colors: red like fire, blue like the sea, purple like a mysterious dream, forming a sharp and strange contrast with the surrounding white world of ice and snow, like a dreamlike painting unfolding before our eyes.

As we continued to climb higher and higher on the mountain, the air became thinner and thinner. Every breath became extremely difficult, as if an invisible pair of hands were tightly gripping my throat, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. My chest felt like it was being pressed down by a heavy rock, and every breath I took felt like I was struggling to pull air in through that narrow gap, requiring all my strength. I felt like my body was a house about to collapse, swaying precariously. I saw that Luo Chen's face had also turned as pale as paper, and his lips were slightly purple, like a flower frostbitten by the cold winter. But there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. His determined gaze seemed to tell me that he was an unshakable mountain, and he would keep going until he reached his goal.

Suddenly, without warning, a powerful tremor surged from the depths of the mountain, like an earthquake, shaking the entire peak. Then, overhead, a deafening roar echoed through the valley like thunder, like the roar of an angry god. We looked up in horror to see a vast expanse of snow and ice, like an enraged white beast, surging toward us. It was a monstrous avalanche. The avalanche moved with incredible speed, like a white torrent sweeping down with the force of a vast mountain, ruthlessly burying everything in its path. The surging snow and ice resembled a mighty army, the clatter of hooves and the shouts of war mingling in a powerful force.

"Hurry, find shelter!" Luo Chen shouted, his voice resonant in this tense moment, like a ray of light in the darkness. Without hesitation, he pulled me toward a nearby boulder. Our footsteps left deep footprints in the snow, each a mark of our despair. We hid behind the boulder, our bodies pressed together, our hearts pounding as if they were about to burst through our chests. The roar of the avalanche roared past us, a sound like surging waves, like the roar of a mighty army. Countless pieces of ice and snow crashed against the boulder like cannonballs, creating a deafening roar. The rock trembled slightly under the overwhelming force, as if it were fragile before this force of nature, poised to be utterly crushed at any moment. We squeezed our eyes shut, our hearts filled with fear, silently praying that the boulder would withstand the surging torrent of ice and snow.

After finally waiting for the avalanche to pass, we cautiously emerged from behind the boulder. The scene before us was a shambles. The path we had painstakingly carved was completely buried under thick ice and snow, vanishing without a trace. The once clear path was now covered in white snow, like a stage covered by a white curtain, all trace obliterated. We had to find a new route, which undoubtedly added another layer of difficulty to our quest. Gazing at the vast world of ice and snow before us, we felt a wave of bewilderment, yet also a surge of unyielding determination.

As we continued our ascent, we encountered a herd of snow monsters. These monsters were towering and imposing, each one akin to a small, moving hill. Their bodies were covered in long, white fur, which swayed in the wind like fluttering white flags. Their eyes gleamed with a fierce gleam, like burning green flames, filled with hostility towards us. From their mouths emanated a deep, menacing roar, the sound echoing through the cold air and sending shivers down our spines. It was like the roar of a demon from the depths of hell, each syllable packed with power, threatening to shatter our very souls.

After the yetis spotted us, they quickly surrounded us, trapping us in the middle. They formed a tight circle, their hostile eyes fixed on us as if we were their prey. Their breathing was heavy and ragged, and white mist emanated from their mouths and noses like steam from a train.

Luo Chen gripped his sword tightly, his eyes growing colder, like a star. His hand gripped the hilt tightly, his fingers turning pale from the strain. Without hesitation, I drew my own weapon and gripped it tightly, my palms sweating slightly from nervousness. We braced ourselves for battle, our muscles tensed like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

A yeti launched the first attack, swinging its massive arm towards Luo Chen. Its arm, like a thick tree trunk, whistled with the sound of wind, its force astonishing. Luo Chen nimbly dodged, his body as nimble as a cheetah, reacting swiftly to the yeti's attack. His footsteps were light and swift, leaving a blurry trail on the snow. Then, without hesitation, he swung his sword and stabbed the yeti's abdomen. The blade easily sliced ​​through its fur, piercing deeply into its body. The yeti roared in pain. That roar was a signal, and the other yetis, seeing this, rushed towards us.

Luo Chen and I quickly positioned ourselves back to back, forming a mutually protective stance, and engaged in a fierce battle with the yetis. These monsters were incredibly powerful, each strike packing immense force. They swung their arms, each movement like a gust of wind, the sound of the wind whistling in my ears. I fought with all my might against the yetis' attacks, my weapons colliding with their blows, a series of metallic clashes. The sound was resonant in this silent world of ice and snow, like the beating of war drums. As I fended off the blows, I carefully observed the yetis' movements, searching for their weaknesses. Luo Chen did the same, his swordsmanship unparalleled. Each strike was lightning-fast and precise, each one inflicting deep wounds on the yetis. However, the yetis seemed insensitive to pain. Though their wounds bled, they continued their frenzied attack, their ferocity undiminished.

During the battle, I noticed that while the Yeti were strong, their movements were somewhat sluggish, especially their legs, which seemed clumsy. So, I shouted to Luo Chen, "Attack their legs! Stifle their movements!" Luo Chen's eyes flashed with understanding, and he immediately changed his attack strategy. He began striking the Yeti's legs, each strike landing precisely at the joints. Each strike caused the Yeti's leg muscles to tremble slightly, and their movements became sluggish. The Yeti struck in the leg began to slow, their steps stumbling, and some even collapsed to the ground, their massive bodies thumping against the snow with a dull sound like a mountain collapsing.

We seized this opportunity and intensified our attacks. Luo Chen's swordsmanship became even more swift and ferocious, each strike imbued with immense power. His eyes were filled with determination, as if he were determined to slay every single snow monster under his sword. Not to be outdone, I wielded my weapon with a ferocious swiftness. We coordinated like a pair of tacitly matched dancers, weaving and weaving our way through the snow monsters' encirclement. Gradually, we pushed them back. After a grueling and arduous battle, we finally managed to break free. By this point, we were all seriously wounded, covered in wounds. Our clothes were soaked with sweat, quickly freezing in the cold air. The sweat, like icy raindrops, clung to our skin, chilling us to the bone. But the unwavering faith within us remained unwavering. We knew the artifact fragment lay just ahead, and we couldn't give up.

Continuing on, we finally approached the summit. However, not far from the artifact fragments, we discovered a magic circle. This magic circle emanated a faint blue light, like a mysterious ghostly fire. The surrounding ice and snow were illuminated by this light, taking on a mysterious and profound hue, as if entering a fantastical dream world. The faint blue light resembled a mysterious power emanating from the deep sea, or the light emanating from distant nebulae in the night sky, filled with mystery and the unknown.

As we approached the magic circle, an unimaginably powerful force suddenly repelled us like an invisible hand. Luo Chen and I were caught off guard and tumbled violently to the snow. We lay there, bruised and bruised, filled with confusion and amazement at the power of this magic circle. It felt like another world, powerful and mysterious, a force we had never felt before.

"This magic circle seems to be a protective mechanism, preventing others from easily approaching the artifact fragments." Luo Chen stood up and brushed off the snow while analyzing calmly. His eyes were full of thought, as if he was trying to unravel the secrets of this magic circle.

"Then how do we crack it?" I asked, looking at this mysterious magic circle, my heart filled with worry. I knew that if we couldn't crack this magic circle, we wouldn't be able to get the artifact fragment, and all our previous efforts would be in vain.

We began to examine the magic circle closely, discovering it was covered in a variety of ancient runes. These runes shimmered faintly, like twinkling stars in the night sky, or like codes concealing mysterious powers. They appeared incredibly complex, each a unique symbol, interwoven with each other, seemingly imbued with some profound law. The lines of the runes twisted and zigzagged, some twisting like snakes, others entwining like vines, each detail imbued with a mysterious aura.

I searched my mind for the runes I'd seen in ancient books. Closing my eyes, I searched through the fragments of memory, like searching for a specific book in a vast library. After much contemplation, I finally discovered that these runes were an ancient language, describing a balance of energies. Like a delicate scale, each rune represented a weight, and only when these weights were in the correct position could the scale remain balanced.

"I think I know how to break this magic circle," I said to Luo Chen, my heart filled with excitement because I saw hope of breaking the magic circle. "We need to find the energy source corresponding to these runes and adjust their balance. Maybe that will unlock the magic circle."

We began to carefully search our surroundings for the source of energy, leaving no stone unturned. Like two explorers searching for treasure, we meticulously explored this icy world. Finally, in a nearby ice cave, we discovered crystals emitting a variety of colors. The energy fluctuations emitted by these crystals matched the runes on the magic circle, like a key matching a lock. The crystals were a rich tapestry of colors: red like a burning flame, blue like the deep ocean, and green like a vibrant forest. Their radiance intertwined to form a beautiful rainbow.

We carefully moved the crystals to the magic circle, as if they were precious treasures. Our movements were extremely cautious, fearing any carelessness would damage them or disrupt their energy fluctuations. Then, following the energy balance described by the runes, we began carefully adjusting the crystals' positions. Each movement felt like walking a tightrope, requiring extreme caution, as a single mistake could ruin all our efforts. As we continued to adjust, the magic circle's light began to become unstable, like a dancer whose rhythm had been disrupted, flickering, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. The shifting light was like the rhythm of a heartbeat, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, filled with uncertainty.

Suddenly, the magic circle radiated a blinding light, as dazzling as the sun. Like energy erupting from the depths of the universe, it instantly illuminated the entire icy world. Then, like the receding tide, the light faded. Having successfully cracked the magic circle, we felt a surge of accomplishment and a surge of anticipation for the artifact fragments we would soon receive.

Entering the magic circle, we saw the artifact fragment. It lay there, radiating a dazzling light, as blazing as the sun, a beacon of hope. This light held a powerful force, a force that seemed to beckon us. With awe, we carefully lifted the fragment. The moment we touched it, a surge of powerful energy instantly surged into our bodies, coursing through our meridians, allowing us to feel its unparalleled power. That energy flowed through our bodies like a warm stream, mending our wounds and enhancing our strength.

Now, we possess three fragments of the artifact, but we know that more challenges await us. We must continue our journey, searching for the remaining fragments to stop the evil force from destroying the world. Our journey is far from over, and each challenge makes us stronger and more determined to save the world.