Chapter 110: Alice Is Sick

Snowflakes danced in the air, and the northern wind howled mournfully.

The shadow of that bag of grass roots faded into the distance.

Mo Chen carried the devastated Snow White as he sprinted forward.

He had barely run a few steps when a deafening rumble erupted behind them.

The ground trembled faintly.

Mo Chen turned to look and saw a massive white wave—like a waterfall—cascading down the side of the mountain, surging toward them!

At the same time, cries of alarm rang out from the others in the group.

"Not good—it's an avalanche!"

Everyone immediately turned and ran.

Due to the prolonged snowstorm, the mountains had accumulated a thick layer of snow. Some areas had a depth of several meters, while others reached over ten meters.

Now, triggered by the explosions below, the snow—mixed with rocks, dirt, and debris—roared down the slopes like a flood.

It tore through everything in its path, leaving devastation in its wake.

Trees, Raptures, and infected Nikkes were swept away, their forms vanishing under the onslaught.

Even the Tyrant-class Raptures were buried under the snow.

The scene was like an unstoppable force of nature—beyond human control.

Thanks to the enhancements from the viruses, Mo Chen's physical abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people. His speed even surpassed the avalanche's descent.

In just moments, he had already caught up to the other Nikkes.

The avalanche loomed closer.

As he passed by, Mo Chen reached out and scooped up one of the Nikkes lagging behind, tossing her onto his back.

"Ah! It's Rabbity!"

A familiar, sweet voice rang out—it was Alice.

Mo Chen patted her soft, springy backside and adjusted her position.

"Hold on tight!"

"Okay!"

Alice wrapped her arms tightly around Mo Chen's neck, her slender legs locking around his waist. Her entire body clung to him like a koala, perfectly obedient.

Despite the danger, she seemed completely unafraid—almost as if this was just a game.

Mo Chen had no time to dwell on it and pressed forward.

One in his arms, one on his back—yet his speed remained unaffected.

The thundering wall of snow bore down on them, mere meters away. Rocks, dirt, and debris churned within the avalanche, adding to its deadly force.

He leaped from one snow-covered boulder to another, using their momentum to propel himself forward.

Several times, he came dangerously close to being swallowed by the snow, but each time he managed to escape at the last second.

Eventually, the avalanche began to lose momentum, slowing as it reached the valley below.

When Mo Chen looked back, the once-open ravine was now buried under layers of thick snow.

The Raptures and infected Nikkes that had been chasing them were nowhere to be seen—likely buried beneath the avalanche.

The survivors, realizing they were safe, finally stopped running. Some collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, still shaken by the experience.

It had been like an entire mountain of snow crashing down on them.

A quick headcount confirmed that everyone was present. Only a few had sustained minor injuries from stray bullets.

But then came the bad news.

"The previous route is completely blocked by the avalanche," Ludmilla said grimly. She projected a holographic map and analyzed the terrain. "If we still want to reach our original destination, we'll need to take a detour. It's twice the distance and involves climbing over a mountain. I estimate it'll take at least three times longer than planned."

Mo Chen gazed into the distance.

The valley they had fled earlier was now buried beneath a vast expanse of white, transformed into a snowy wasteland. No one could tell it had once been a low-lying area.

Even ignoring the unstable, snow-covered terrain, there was the constant threat that the buried Raptures might suddenly re-emerge from beneath the surface.

"We'll take the detour."

There weren't many other options at this point.

Fortunately, he had ample supplies, so for now, resources weren't a pressing concern.

The blizzard had raged on for two days with no signs of letting up. The howling wind cut against their faces like blades, and the snow had piled up to waist-deep levels, making every step increasingly difficult.

Snow White and Ludmilla took the lead, clearing a path through the snow. Having spent over a decade living in the northern snowfields, they were highly familiar with the terrain. Their progress was steady and unhindered.

But before long, a problem arose: Alice had fallen ill.

Ever since the avalanche, Alice had suddenly come down with a severe illness and hadn't been able to get back on her feet.

Inside the temporary shelter—

"Her temperature's still too high."

Ludmilla emerged from the shelter, visibly worried. The cloth she had been using to cool Alice down was scorched and partially charred.

Mo Chen asked, "Has this happened before?"

He recalled that Alice's gear wasn't just for defense; it also had a cooling function.

"It has," Ludmilla said, her beautiful face shadowed with concern. "It happens maybe three or four times a year, but it's never lasted long. In the freezing temperatures out here, her body usually cools down quickly."

She dropped the cloth onto the snow outside. The moment it made contact, the snow melted instantly.

"But this time…"

Ludmilla had tried several methods, but none of them worked. Unlike before, Alice's temperature showed no signs of coming down.

Days had passed, and the heat still hadn't subsided.

If this overheating continued, Alice's life could be in danger.

"I'll go take a look."

Mo Chen entered the temporary shelter.

The moment he stepped inside, a wave of heat hit him.

The frigid cold outside seemed to vanish, replaced by a humid warmth. Mist filled the space, and any snowflakes that drifted in melted into water before they could even hit the ground.

He walked over to Alice's side.

She lay on a flat stone slab, her armor removed except for the cooling components.

Her cheeks were flushed unnaturally red, and sweat beaded across her nose and forehead. Her damp hair clung to her skin, and her breathing was fast and shallow.

Her delicate brows furrowed, and she bit her lip as her body shifted slightly—her face filled with pain.

The snow around her had completely melted, and some of it had even evaporated. The stone slab beneath her was glowing faintly red from the intense heat.

This was surely no ordinary fever.

Mo Chen's expression darkened.

Nikkes generally didn't fall ill.

If there was an issue, it was almost always mechanical in nature.

But it wasn't impossible.

The process of converting humans into Nikkes had a high failure rate. Only about thirty percent successfully underwent the transformation.

And even among the successfully converted Nikkes, some ended up with defects—constant sweating, insatiable hunger, memory overload, and so on.