The shrimp was tumbling up and down inside the hamster ball,

Sunset Melting Gold wiped the inside of the hamster ball with a cloth, trying to keep his veins from bursting on his forehead,

wanting to grab Carlos by the neck and question him why he could foresee the future yet still ate so much at the East Sea Hotel.

The avalanche sped up.

Wanli Sealed Blade suddenly turned around, his face solemn as he faced the nearly mountain-like sea of snow rushing towards him.

He drew his spare longsword, slashing out a White Rainbow Sword Shadow.

The Sword Qi sank into the snow like mud cows into the sea, with no feedback, and the avalanche’s speed subtly increased, faintly revealing a sonic boom cloud as it breached the sound barrier.

Lulina’s summoned Dragon Cat Bus could no longer handle the speed, its fur covered in ice pillars pointing back, tongue turning purple and lolling out, panting heavily.

Finally, the Dragon Cat Bus stepped on a hidden stubborn stone beneath the snow, losing control and stumbling forward and rolling over.

Lulina’s frozen palms each grasped a Master Ball. Her left hand barely recalled the Dragon Cat Bus, and before she could toss the Spirit Ball with her right hand, tons of snow came crashing down from above.

Whoosh—

In the nick of time, White Horse Tombstone flung a chain, precisely and gently wrapping around Lulina’s waist, pulling her safely into his embrace.

To prevent her ribs from breaking due to the sudden increase in acceleration, White Horse Tombstone tore a consumption type skill scroll in advance, wrapping Lulina in a damage-absorbing shield.

"Are you alright?"

White Horse Tombstone’s steady voice sounded above Lulina’s head, the rich blood and Qi from the Close Combat Extraordinary rapidly melting the frost on the surface of her down jacket, dispelling the cold.

Close to the scorching body heat, feeling the chiseled muscles, smelling the scent of slight sweat mixed with residual shower gel, Lulina’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat, and she replied, "I’m fine."

Hmm... It’s really reassuring with Tombstone Sister around.

She now somewhat understood why the other party had such a massive fan base in the slum and why someone in the Witch Alliance ordered a life-sized Tombstone pillow,

and even in the forum, there was a hyperdiscussion about Tombstone. If anyone posted something negative in a thread, like "What kind of eyes for driving, original sound so dramatic, I don’t think Tombstone’s looks should be hard-sold as divine, nbcs, in retouched photos the vibe is full, but in strategy videos it’s exposed, facial lines go wild when making big expressions, script task characters all look the same, no sense of character belief, just relying on fans to control comments,"

someone would immediately race to the scene, saying, "White Horse Tombstone hyperdiscussion here, who’s the Joker?"

At this moment, the avalanche’s sound was deafening, drowning out any shouts.

Wanli Sealed Blade flipped the pager in his hand, quickly pressing down to input text, "In Ski Safari, there’s no ending, you must keep running until the avalanche buries you."

"That’s unreasonable!"

White Horse Tombstone typed back, every game is meant for people to play, if it’s a mobile mini-game, it’s fine, but this is a high-realism game.

A player works hard all day, lies in a game pod to connect to the network, and then enters a snow mountain to ski for half an hour, only to be buried under tons of snow with a face of enjoyment?

That’s too absurd. And without an end, how do you earn golden coins?

"Southwest, direction, twelve kilometers."

Carlos fought back the urge to vomit, typing, "There are two passersby there."

Wanli Sealed Blade immediately strained his eyes and, indeed, saw two figures in the distance like black dots,

wearing ski suits, leisurely drinking coffee in a wooden holiday cabin, with skis and ski poles at their feet.

There were no signs of an avalanche above them either.

Like a flash of lightning through his mind, the experienced Wanli Sealed Blade instantly realized.

The snow mountain was not infinitely tall but used a common technique in single-player games—occlusion, culling, regenerating.

The top of the snow mountain was concealed by flying snow and covered in thick mist below, a deliberate occlusion by the game,

secretly removing areas unseen by players to save computing power and optimize game performance.

And as players continued to slide down, the upper regions were continuously culled, while the lower regions were endlessly regenerated. Subtle tweaks on the original model allowed the players not to notice the reuse of resources.

That’s why everyone felt they were sliding downward, but in reality, they were circling a single area.

Just like descending an upward-moving escalator.

Those two leisurely coffee-drinking passersby were actually in another scene, resting at a fixed save point, not officially starting the game.

In other words, there should also be a fixed save point on our side, but it’s so far below, it’s impossible to see with the naked eye.

"I have a solution."

The ID of Pifu lit up on the pager’s narrow screen, "Everyone, come to me."

Flying Sword, hamster ball, coffin lid, all moved towards the Edge Fighter.

Then, everyone saw Pifu standing on the canopy of the fighter jet, flipping over and pulling out an item... a semi-closed bag shaped like a pitcher plant.

The item was covered on both sides with brown fuzzy fluff similar to the lining of a small intestine, the material was soft and stretchable, and slightly viscous transparent liquid pooled at the bottom of the bag.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but those brown fluffs appeared to wriggle on their own, making one’s scalp tingle.

Li Cheng pointed to the bag’s opening, "Everyone, get in."

"?!"

Wanli Sealed Blade raised an eyebrow, "What is this thing we’re supposed to get into? This shape, this smell, isn’t it the skin of some large demon beast’s egg?"

Li Cheng pouted, "How could it be egg skin, even if King Kong came, there wouldn’t be eggs that big."

"Maybe after King Kong drank a Japanese raw cola, he’d mutate, glow, and enlarge."

Wanli Sealed Blade instinctively retorted, believing Li Cheng, he was the first to jump into the bag.

White Horse Tombstone and Lulina followed suit, jumping into the bag as well. Before the others jumped in, Li Cheng specially took a high-pressure water gun from the three-dimensional warehouse, spraying hot water to wash off the dirt from their bodies.

As everyone entered the bag, a "sizzle" sound came from beneath their feet. The transparent liquid at the bottom of the bag and on the inside was a mildly corrosive weak acid.

"Is this... a stomach bag?!"

Sunset Melting Gold’s eyes widened, reaching out to touch the bag’s inner wall, his fingertips instantly feeling a burning sting.

He guessed correctly, the entire bag was a complete stomach. Using a whale’s stomach as the base, it mixed Li Cheng’s own genes, then used Assembly Puppet to connect it to Li Cheng’s palm.