[Would’ve forgotten if you didn’t say it (blank.jpg).]
[This National Fate Zone is shady—Novice Protection ended with zero prompt… Jing Yuan won’t be in danger, right?]
[Danger?
You looking down on our boy?
Other countries’ Trailblazers maybe.
Little Jing?
He’s gonna farm mobs, period (feral0.jpg)!!]
[I’m hopping to other streams to scout intel.]
While Dragon Nation’s viewers chattered—
Inside the Zone,
Jing Yuan, led by Mimi, reached the foot of a mountain.
A rare leeward pocket.
Compared with the open snowfields, the air bit less, and even the falling flakes thinned.
Better yet—for both the audience and the command center—far off there were signs of animal activity.
A herd of boar-like beasts.
Only, compared to the wild boars on Blue Star, these were far more massive— and those tusks glinted like ice, pure menace.
The kind of sight that made your skin crawl—and made it hard to tell which side was prey.
“Remarkable… truly remarkable.”
The biologist at General Zhang’s elbow couldn’t help marveling.
“Body size far exceeding Blue Star suids implies a much higher caloric requirement just to keep warm!
“It’s hard to imagine how they survive in this extreme environment.
“If only Jing Yuan could bring two back for study…”
General Zhang: “…”
His gaze wasn’t on the “boars” at all.
His brows pinched at the squad of humanoid “soldiers” not far from them.
Yes— close to the herd stood a team gripping long halberds.
Calling them “soldiers” stretched it.
“Unknown lifeforms” fit better.
They had no faces— just the same crystalline “heads” as the constructs.
Their blue-glowing halberds looked wrong in every way—nothing like human make.
“That’s…”
A sharp-eyed junior officer recognized them.
“Sir, those ‘soldiers’ are extremely dangerous!
Eagle Nation’s Trailblazer has already run into them—he’s in a bad fight.”
Zhang didn’t doubt it.
“Pull their feed.”
On-screen—
Eagle Nation’s second lieutenant had an M4 shouldered.
He leveled it at the halberd-bearer and dumped a mag without hesitation.
Bad luck.
He’d meant to walk up and say hi.
The Everwinter Wraith had answered by attacking on sight.
The halberd howled down.
If not for a soldier’s reflexes, he’d have been a corpse right there.
in a blink he emptied the mag, most rounds landing true.
“Ratatata” hammered across the tundra.
The wraith staggered back— but a full magazine later, it showed no real damage.
Aside from a few extra scrapes in the armor, it looked untouched.
The lieutenant jolted.
He hadn’t expected the tricks that always worked back home, in the land of Neeg—here in the Zone, to fail again and again.
First the flying thing.
Now halberd “soldiers.”
It was like they were born immune to ordinary bullets.
He hesitated— and the Everwinter Wraith charged.
No more dithering.
He gritted his teeth, yanked out his loaded RPG, and pulled the trigger again.
He knew ammo was scarce.
He’d meant to save it.
But there was no saving it now.
Another cinematic bloom of fire— and this time,
Eagle Nation’s proud hot weapons didn’t deliver.
When the smoke thinned, the wraith still stood exactly where it had— pristine.
If not for scorch marks on the plates, you wouldn’t know it had just eaten a rocket.
The Trailblazer gaped.
For a beat, he couldn’t process it.
His strongest weapon did nothing—couldn’t even crack the thing’s guard…
How were you supposed to play like this?
He swallowed hard, then popped a smoke and ran.
At the same time— in the Palace of Freedom, the suited elder who’d watched the whole exchange went apoplectic.
“This is your ‘nothing tougher exists’?!”
“What was that thing, then?”
“Wasted a rocket for nothing—is that your guarantee?”
“F—!
Useless!
All of you!”
Spittle-flecked, the middle-aged aide stood rigid, shivering.
Inside, he was dying.
He hadn’t known there were worse monsters than the flying constructs!
Lieutenant, why—why—poke it?!
Meanwhile, in Yanjing’s command center, the old general’s frown deepened.
He’d seen the whole thing and couldn’t help worrying for Jing Yuan.
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He’d cleaned up frost constructs no sweat.
But could he handle Everwinter Wraiths—stronger than those fliers—with the same ease?
He didn’t have smokes or gadgets like Eagle Nation’s man.
If he wasn’t a match…
he might not even get the chance to retreat.
Dragon Nation’s chat worried too.
[Good grief… this thing is worse than yesterday’s flyer.]
[Just came back from next door.
Eagle Nation’s guy fired an RPG—no effect—smoked out (munch.jpg).]
[Scouting again, brb!]
[I believe in Jing Yuan.
If he one-shotted the flyer, he can one-shot this too!]
[But there are three ahead… the Eagles fled from one.
Our boy—]
[If it were me, I’d skip it.
Better hungry than dead, no?]
[Look sharp!
The man named Jing Yuan—he’s going in!]
“Good boy, Mimi—you knew I was hungry, huh?”
Inside the Zone,
Jing Yuan saw the boar herd.
He patted Mimi’s head in reward—and his eyes turned odd.
Because those “boars”—he knew that model all too well.
The ice boars from a certain two-word game’s snow map.
Ultimate collage world?
Were hilichurls next?
As he grumbled inside, his peripheral vision clocked the Everwinter Wraith squad by the herd.
“Looks like I’ll need a little warm-up before dinner.”
His rations were low.
The emergency biscuits were almost gone.
And he’d added a mouth.
The boars were the perfect food source—and a chance to test his newly unlocked art on the wraiths.
He scooped Mimi, tucked him in his coat, and called Flint-Dream to hand.
The three wraiths noticed him, and charged with halberds leveled—
The fight was on.
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