I think I know who.
.
.
OileH (?)
Is?.
Anyways.
And so, I became the third beta tester of the game, or so my friend told me.
And let me tell you.
I 𝚛̶𝚎̶𝚐̶𝚛̶𝚎̶𝚝̶𝚝̶𝚎̶𝚍̶ didn't regret playing it at all. My friend was right.
Everything, the game settings, landscape, plot, story, characters, roles, etc.
All of them.
Were fun.
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Did I scare you with that?
Haha, I'm kidding, just kidding.
Yeah, I haven't figured out who Helio is yet, will take some time.
I'm not sure about what Elias meant about me knowing him, but thinking about it right now, won't help much.
Anyways, back to my present situation-
I slowly and observantly thought about what had shifted inside since I arrived at this world.
I had quite a bit weighing on my mind.
I was quite ecstatic, in fact, to find somewhere to run away from my boring life.
And I got it.
My act of previous denial?
I raised my head to look at the uncanny dark, cloud-filled sky filled with archipelagos of clouds, letting out a white breath of steam in wonder.
Why did I do that ... I wonder?
I thought about it for a moment and reached a simple answer.
It was a defensive mechanism because of how something I had imagined impossible under any standard or any condition proved to be true right before my eyes.
Who knew transmigration was possible?
In novels, it was taken as something for granted that protagonists would adapt at the very moment they transmigrated, as if that didn't weigh a single ounce of burden on their mind.
Does that f*cking make sense?
If they expected that they would be transmigrated, then that simple makes them schizophrenia patients who are unable to differentiate between reality and fiction.
Hahaha, imagine reading about a bird flying, and then expecting that maybe you'll fly as well with wings.
And for all I know, I thought I was hallucinating as well.
Naturally, I was of course suspicious of any external causes like drugs, injuries to the head, etc, that may have caused me to create such hallucinations.
Of course, I don't recall any of that occurring. In fact, my fall off the skyscraper itself seems nothing more like a blurry dream to me now.
What kind of guy falls of a skyscraper, and then thinks he is high on something?
Wouldn't it be more plausible that he got transmigrated than the effects of drugs still affecting someone even in death?
"... Bloody hell"
My lips moved subconsciously at my laughable situation that, although seemed peculiar, wasn't unwelcome.
In fact, it was welcome.
Very welcome.
I closed my eyes rapidly, as I felt a cold sensation washing over my left eye.
I rubbed my eye using the side of my index at the snowflake that had melted on my eye.
"We have arrived at our destination"
His voice was oddly clear despite the turbulent storm that had been brewing for the past few hours.
I paused my steps, my eyes moved towards Exile who was walking besides me with his cane in hand.
'Its a miracle that he didn't get frostbite after leaving his hands in the cold this long. Is this the difference between a normal human, and a high human?'
I laminated as I looked at Exile who was looking far off in a certain direction. Walking besides him, my eyes followed his gaze.
At first, unable to clearly see in the cold blizzard. I schrunnized my vision, my forehead creasing into focus as I blinked.
"Do you mean ... that light over there? Is that our destination"
"That is so" He spoke neutrally, with no change in his expression, his eyes tranquil yet paradoxically turbulent like the ocean.
I didn't bother responding.
I rubbed my hands in friction, pleading for warmth, as I looked back from Exile's face to the dim light in the distance, wondering how we will reach there.
" ... But ... if you don't mind me asking ... why does it seem so low? Is it just my eyes?"
To me who was looking at the dim lights in the distance, the lights weren't flush with the surface like how a normal destination would look like.
It somehow looked ... down diagonally a bit?
'Wait, don't tell me ... shit'
Realization dawned at me as I looked back at Exile who did not answer, but merely walked gently down the snow hill, or rather, the mountain we were on, as if he was sliding, carrying the cane under his armpit.
Yeah.
We were on a snow mountain the whole time.
And the only way to reach that destination?
To slide down the hill.
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Noel, refraining from uttering every single curse he had known from the day he was born, grinded his teeth in frustration.
"Fucking hell"
For the past few hours, he had been walking and grown exhausted from how much he had to walk in the deep, white snow, while trying his best to keep himself warm amidst the deplorable weather.
And now, after all the walking he had done, he had to slide down a mountain carefully to reach his destination?
Perfect.
Simply perfect. Just what he needed to continue his first day of transmigration.
Or was it the second? Noel had lost track of time long ago. Time in this world seemed to function differently than what he remembered back on earth, or so he was able to determine.
Noel brought a hand to his cold face in frustration, rubbing his freezing eyes and frozen eyebrows with some whites from the snow in exhaustion.
'Should I just follow Exile? It's not like I can do anything else, or sulk here.'
He was about to sigh in resignation and follow Exile when a single thought suddenly intruded upon his complex emotions like a light amidst a sea of darkness.
" ... Hehe ..."
His lips curved upwards as he walked a few steps forward and moistened his lips unconsciously, measuring the distance he would cut in a short amount of time, before he stopped, and reversed his steps backwards.
One step, two steps, three steps backwards, - ...
"Four steps. And ..."
... And he broke into a sprint, hunching his body, covering his ears with his sleeves and rolled on the ground.
"Hisss ... damn it, motherfucker ... !" Drawing in a cold breath, he cursed as he felt the cold and wet feeling of snow on the sides of his face despite protecting them with his sleeves.
He winced, his expression venturing into regret.
At this moment did he truly feel regretful at the prospect of having not asked Elias for a hat for the cold. The wet feeling on his face started to grow cold, and even he even had the impression that he was freezing in Noel's small, private imagination.
Yet, he made no effort in getting up and merely rolled himself a few times, his vision flipping in circles, as his face made contact with snow, before his face lifted once more.
".... Ahahaha, slowl– uup! Cough, cough!"
His face red from the cold planted once more on the snow, his face dropping snow as he struggled to contain his childhood laughter at his genius idea and proceeded with rolling a few times until he reached the slope of the large hill.
'I think I'm ready. Huuu ....Take a deep breath, deeeep breath, and calm down my heart down a bit ... steel your heart ... now-!, wait, no, no, I'm not ready yet. Hooo~ ok ... Now!'
"One ... two ..... three!"
Pushing his shoulder into a roll, Noel suddenly felt his vision tilting for a moment, before he started rolling once more.
For a moment, he felt his heart suspended in empty air, before he started rolling.
It started quite slow, with snow clinging to his hair and face, his red hands pried under the thick sleeve of his coat, as he shut his eyelids close, blocking any insight on his current situation.
Yet, even so, he felt the dizzying feeling of losing his sense of direction as his rolling speed continued to increase.
'... I feel like I am going to throw up all the biscuits I ate in the library ... damn it. If I had known I would do this, I wouldn't have at all'
Soon enough, he felt the sharp air stinging his closed eyes and face, as his face planted into the cold snow in a moment, moved off the snow, and then face planted once more, and so on.
His ability to stay sane in this position was truly remarkable
"Aaaaah, fuck, shit, ... Exileeeeeeee help me!"
Unable to stop himself, his eyes snapped open as he lost control of his body completely, flailing his arms, yet retracting them out of fear of them somehow coming off his body.
His body shuddered involuntary at the horror of said thought.
He tried to stop himself from rolling faster using his fingers, yet he was denied control when his fingers bent in a weird angle, earning him a shriek from his lips, and continued to roll like a sack of rice.
"No, no, no, oh my god, oh my fucking goodness, Exileeee!"
His eyes caught the appearance of a black small object in the distance that was half covered in snow, as he screamed even louder, as he started hyper venting.
Coughing the snow that went up his nostrils, he tried to focus on his sense of direction to navigate through the dangers of the mountain, his senses were unable to pinpoint North from South, or East from West.
The urge to hold onto something overwhelmed him, yet his body kept on tumbling, similarly to an eternally moving meat sled moving with its own steps (body) to the meat grinding machine.
.. Swoosh....
'Shit, shit, shit, shit! I shouldn't have rolled down a f*cking mountain of all things! Motherf*cker, f*ck my dumbass mind'
The black object became larger and larger, or rather Noel became closer and closer to it, panic overcoming his nervous system as he let out a laughable ragged scream.
"Exileeeeeee!"
He snapped his eyes shut in fear.