Facing so many splitting snow rabbits.
Silas's guess was correct; as they fall with the snowflakes, they cannot distinguish living people whose body temperature has dropped below a certain point.
But the problem was, if their numbers were left unchecked, they wouldn't just stay in the fog. They might spread to where the Sister had escaped.
He realized later that the "big guy" he killed was likely just a host for breeding them.
By not detecting "food," their splitting speed wasn't that fast. It seemed to be similar to the Sister—changing according to mood.
Silas couldn't remember how many times he had fled for his life, or how much snow he had stuffed into his clothes and belly to lower his temperature.
When he felt he was about to give out, he quickly built a fire. He thought of the tits he could squeeze as he pleased once he got out.
In the intervals when his body was nearly numb, anything he could think of to keep his willpower firm wasn't shameful.
[You lured the rabbits into an enclosed wooden cabin; the cabin is about to collapse.]
[You lit the fire.]
[...]
And so it went.
Whether it was a wooden cabin, a dug-out trap pit, or something else. As long as it could wipe out a large number at once and beat their splitting speed, Silas did it all.
He didn't know how many he had hacked to death with his sword.
Individually, their attack power was mediocre; their horror lay only in their numbers.
[You were attacked by a rabbit.]
[Your back was ripped open by sharp claws. You killed the rabbit that was biting into your back to feed.]
There was no other way.
After exhaustion, there would always be moments of negligence.
[...]
[After six days, you successfully created a massive fire field, wiping out all the remaining rabbits at once. They were unable to continue splitting in the flames.]
[Your injuries are extremely severe, and with your body temperature failing to recover for so long, your spirit is also extremely weary.]
[You can feel that if you don't take action, you will die soon.]
[You decide...]
[Important choice triggered]
[Option 1: Build a fire to warm up; perhaps with your current constitution, you can still survive.]
[Option 2: Continue forward; first confirm if Sister Rose's actions met expectations.]
Silas had also used up his last two Free Simulation counts, which he had originally intended to use for eroticism.
This was the last time.
He felt that the first option wasn't a lie. For these six days, how could a normal person have lasted so long?
It was only possible because his attribute constitution had increased significantly. So, surviving might not have been a joke.
However.
It was easy to imagine that that woman might lose her patience and come back after going out.
[You chose Option 2.]
Furthermore, Silas still had something he could use.
[You have activated the skill Hypnosis Apprentice on 'yourself.']
[Due to the special nature of the target, the effect is unknown.]
The hypnosis command was also very simple: You are not injured; you can walk out.
It seems that activating hypnosis on oneself is 100% effective?
He really had to consider the necessity of upgrading this skill. Just being able to hypnotize himself to prolong his life definitely counted as a god-tier skill. If he had to choose between swordsmanship and hypnosis when he got out, he'd just pick hypnosis.
As the firelight grew stronger... the fog was likely created by that big guy and the rabbits. With them gone, the fog naturally began to disperse.
In that case... did he really become a hero?
"..."
But when Silas saw Sister Rose standing not far away, her arms wrapped in tentacles, looking ready to fight to the death for him, he couldn't stay happy.
"Yo, isn't this the Sister?"
"Your tentacles look more and more flexible. Have you considered playing some tentacle-play with me?"
He could only try to lighten the mood.
Was the injury on his back serious?
Her eyes were filled with tears again, and she insisted on carrying a grown man.
In truth, Silas rarely spoke his true feelings to anyone.
In his past life, he entered society immediately after graduating from university. He had done more or less every kind of dirty and exhausting job. Finally, after crawling and struggling, he barely became a minor elite by selling his conscience.
Turning black into white and losses into profits—that was his job.
Consequently, regarding women... his views on love had always been very cynical. When he had no money, he felt he should work hard and that everything would be fine once he was rich. When he finally had a bit of money and satisfied his material desires, he was seduced by a assistant in black stockings, but he felt it was just a novelty.
Simply put, after being washed in the great vat of reality, Silas unfortunately failed to remain unsullied. Although he didn't visit prostitutes or gamble, his values could no longer be naive.
"Even at a time like this, what are you thinking about?!"
It was normal for her to be angry.
"But... Rose. Tits are actually the best painkiller."
However, Silas only had this thought. It sustained him until his hypnosis time ended, allowing him to walk this far.
"Then just squeeze them!!!"
"..."
Actually, this kind of thing is rare, right?
If you went to a brothel and ordered a girl, of course she would say "then just squeeze them." But the warmth derived from it was completely different.
That curve made Silas feel a bit lightheaded. It was these truly lovely "white rabbits" that had swallowed who knows how much of his stockpile.
"Actually, I feel like you're the type who would be quite good at running a household. Did you look at the things I gave you?"
"What are you saying now? If you want to see me wear them, then stay alive!"
Good to know she received them.
"...You are a good woman."
"..."
Silas stopped talking.
Actually, his body was probably improving. Although he looked so pathetic that he shouldn't be able to live, hypnosis was just that powerful.
But as he approached the truly safe area outside the fog zone, Silas knew very well.
Truly, he had cleared the game.
"So what? What on earth..."
He heard Sister Rose's nearly trembling voice.
Silas didn't know what would happen to his body in the game. If the program stopped running, it would naturally stop here. If it continued running... he didn't know.
"I am not a good woman. It's because of you that I'm like this."
"The little slut, or the horny nun—wasn't that all because you were the one I wanted to be that for? Only for you to see?"
"Yeah."
"I cleared the game. So... what about you?"
"I should also congratulate you on clearing it, right? I also prepared a gift."
"Guess what it is?"
"..."
"It's me. While waiting for you, I felt insecure, so I tried on the lingerie I didn't even dare to look at before. I wanted to give you a surprise."
"Actually, when you called me a little slut, I was quite happy. Because I knew that even the always stoic Mr. Silas would get shy and change the subject. And realizing that made me feel very shameful too."
"So you... what are you doing now?"
"Don't you want your little slut anymore?"
"..."
Silas felt a bit of regret.
He might as well have gone back and died once more, waiting for his counts to recover tomorrow before coming back in.
But.
[You have led Sister Rose out of the fog zone.]
[The Nightmare-level task is complete... the game has ended. Rewards will be settled after the evaluation is generated.]
The text box appeared before Silas's eyes first.
Then he suddenly felt.
Sister Rose's "white rabbits" didn't just easily swallow his dwindling stockpile; she could even make someone like him, who never procrastinated at work, become hesitant.
"..."
The text box vanished. The white rabbits vanished too.
The scent of fresh horse manure wafted in the air.
"Did you shit again? As a noble's horse, can't you have some noble etiquette?"
Silas shoveled away the fresh manure with two strokes.
He lay back down in the stable. He unconsciously rubbed the brown mare's neck, finding it dull.
"Sigh, nowhere near as good as the Sister's white rabbits."
He had truly cleared it.
Then he should snap out of it and wait for the settlement. Check the rewards. Choose whether to upgrade hypnosis or swordsmanship. Then prepare to take the statue to the convent tomorrow as the maid said.
I hope there are beautiful women with breasts as large as the Sister's in the convent.
Ah.
That's not right; even if there were, they couldn't be replicated. Better to pray that he encounters a noble lady on the road who has heatstroke or something and is just lying on the ground needing help, with a figure as good as the Sister's. And ideally, she'd be just as considerate and gentle, and happen to have money and power.
"Sniff..."
There was something Silas found very bizarre.
Was it because he hadn't bathed in too long? Why did his body have a rotting smell... and a bit of earthy scent, like he had been buried. His body, especially that area, had a crushing pain.
Not just that area; his whole body had an increasingly obvious aching pain. His head was also becoming dizzier.
[Unknown bug detected... repairing.]
[Repair failed.]
[Attempting repair again...]
How could it break after just one play?
The text box was blurry, flickering with static. Is it going to explode?
A real trash game from a small workshop?!