After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

Thank you for the Ko-Fi Puffball

It seemed like fate was playing a joke on them. When they weren’t urgently looking for the wooden house, it appeared effortlessly. But when time was tight, the wooden house played hide and seek with them.

It wasn’t until the sky had completely darkened that they saw the wooden house again.

The moment he saw that cold, decaying, and broken house, Lin Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the snowstorm was pressing in, snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the vines Bai Lixin had buried earlier were already covered by the thick snow.

Samael was a little worried. “In such harsh conditions, can the vines really be ignited?”

Bai Lixin: “Yes, according to the description of the vine prop, it can ignite quickly as soon as it meets a flame.”

Lin Jue: “Only inside this wooden house can we make a flame.”

Bai Lixin nodded. “Yes.”

“Then there’s no time to lose. We’ll enter the illusion in six minutes and thirty seconds.” Lin Jue felt even hotter and the fire burning in his chest began to spread through his limbs. He fought to control it and snapped his fingers at the vine extending into the wooden house door.

A spark emerged from Lin Jue’s fingertip, igniting the vine immediately.

The vine caught fire and stretched out five meters in an instant.

Lin Jue, who had used up the last bit of his strength, swayed slightly and fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

“Samael, stay here and look after him. I’ll follow the vine.”

Without waiting for Samael’s response, Bai Lixin had already disappeared into the pitch-black snowy night.

Chen Dazhuang, who had been searching with them, saw Bai Lixin chase after the flames and followed without a word.

It was snowing heavily and they could only see a flame extending into the distance.

The bright red flame looked weak and small against the world of snow.

Where the fire passed, it left a black trail, which was quickly covered by the snow.

In a blink of an eye, the scene returned to the previous white expanse—no flames, no ashes, no footprints, nothing.

This vast snow mountain could not only devour people but also swallow all traces of the past. Anything within it left no trace.

The little monster on the beam was still huddled in the corner, curiously watching the two visitors below.

Time was running out and everyone was in danger.

With the temperature plummeting, the players hiding under the animal skins outside the safe house were struggling to hold on.

Samael and Lin Jue could only stay in the wooden house for six minutes. Once six minutes and thirty seconds passed, they would re-enter the illusion.

Without the bell’s reminder, it would be hard to ensure they stayed awake.

Besides, Lin Jue couldn’t wait that long. The sensory loss in his body was a stress reaction of the brain before death, indicating he was already half a step into the gates of hell.

Bai Lixin desperately followed the burning vine through the snow.

He looked at the time and temperature in the upper right corner of the system and kept urging in his heart:

Burn faster.

Burn faster.

Even faster.

Wherever the flame passed, it left a winding black tail.

One minute.

Two minutes.

…

…

…

Five minutes.

The glacier graveyard was in sight!

S419M: [Lord Host, Lin Jue is dying.]

‘There’s still time. Hang in there Lin Jue.’

As soon as the vine entered the glacier graveyard, it burned faster, and at the six-minute mark, the small but fierce flame finally reached the largest banyan tree in the center.

Just one last step, but the flame stopped less than two meters from the banyan tree and did not move an inch.

Bai Lixin stopped abruptly and realized that the final section of the vine that should be connected to the banyan tree was missing.

Where’s the vine?

Blown away by the wind?

Or swept away somewhere?

Bai Lixin searched through the snow.

But no matter how he looked, he couldn’t find the missing section of the vine.

Time was slipping away.

As time passed, the small flame was quickly weakening.

S419M: [Lord Host, check your backpack. Do you have any spare vines?]

Bai Lixin: [I’ve already checked. There’s none.]

As he said this, he took out everything in his backpack that could burn and laid them on the snow.

Paper, firewood, a fire striker…

But none of these could be ignited, and the flame on the vine grew smaller.

A surge of fire rose in Bai Lixin’s chest. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his frostbitten wrists.

Six minutes.

Six minutes and twenty seconds.

Six minutes and thirty seconds…

-180 degrees Celsius.

-185 degrees Celsius.

[Ding! Player death X1.]

[Ding! Player death X2.]

[Ding! Player death X3.]

Death notifications rang in the players’ minds one after another.

The flame was now as small as a firefly, and it seemed like everything was hopeless.

“Mr. Bai Lixin.” The man from Chenjia Village who had been silently following Bai Lixin quietly took off the down jacket he had just put on. His voice was steady, carrying a sense of determination. “I’ll complete the final stretch.”

“There are eight hundred people of Chenjia Village, I am entrusting them to you.”

The cold had slowed Bai Lixin’s thinking more than usual. He understood each word Chen Dazhuang said, but when they were out together,he was a little bewildered.

Bai Lixin stared blankly at Chen Dazhuang, not understanding why he had taken off his down jacket again.

But when Chen Dazhuang walked over and lay down under the banyan tree, he suddenly understood what the man intended to do.

He wanted to use himself as a conduit to bring the flame to the banyan tree!

“You…” Bai Lixin opened his mouth.

Seeing the man already lying on the ground, with his arm reaching out toward the vine’s flame, Bai Lixin suddenly froze.

One second later, Bai Lixin removed his down hat, goggles, and mask, solemnly and earnestly saying, “I promise you, I, Bai Lixin, will take responsibility for the eight hundred people of Chenjia Village!”

The pitch-black face with indistinguishable features seemed to twist into a smile.

Chen Dazhuang’s voice carried a rare sense of relief, “Thank you, Mr. Bai Lixin. Farewell, and I wish you all the best.”

After saying this, Chen Dazhuang resolutely placed his hand on the final flame of the vine.

In that instant, the flame reignited, extending rapidly along his dark body, and fiercely colliding with the ice crystals on the banyan tree.

“Drip.”

The ice crystals that even Lin Jue’s knife couldn’t scratch began to melt quickly upon encountering the flame.

Water droplets trickled down the tree trunk, sinking into the snow.

The snowstorm continued, and Bai Lixin silently took the down jacket near him and covered the black ashes.

Seven minutes.

-200 Celsius.

[Ding! Player death X1. Remaining players: 70.]

The biting wind cut into Bai Lixin’s face like a knife, but he no longer cared.

All his attention was on the ice crystals in front of him. The ice crystals enveloped in flames were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At first, there were just droplets, then a continuous stream.

The ice crystals burned through a large hole, which grew deeper and deeper.

Finally, the hole was burned through, exposing the banyan tree trunk sealed within to the air.

“Boom!”

A burst of fire exploded before Bai Lixin’s eyes. The flame within the ice burned fiercely, breaking through the ice crystals and illuminating the snowy night.

The fire soared into the sky, as if tearing through the night, venting the long-held anguish of imprisonment.

Flames burst into the sky like red fireflies scattering.

-200 degrees.

-190 degrees.

-180 degrees.

-170 degrees…

The temperature began to climb rapidly like a rocket.

Whether the banyan tree was good or evil, at this moment, it was their only hope of survival.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The ground began to shake, with rumbling sounds coming from beneath Bai Lixin’s feet.

He looked down and saw that the once peaceful snowfield was now pulsating like an active volcano.

“Crack.”

Suddenly, he heard a breaking sound.

With this sound, cracks appeared on the ground around the burning banyan tree’s roots.

With the banyan tree’s roots as the center, the cracks continued to spread and expand…

The snow sank into the ground’s fissures, and in just a few seconds, the beautiful yet terrifying snowfield looked like a spider web.

[Ding!]

[Warning! Warning!]

[A BUG has been detected in the copy. The copy is experiencing a disintegration reaction. [Goose Feather Mountain] is at risk of collapsing.]

[For the safety of all surviving players, the system will initiate the second stage mode ahead of schedule.]

[Currently, 70 players have survived the first stage of [Goose Feather Mountain] and will all enter the second stage!]

[The teleportation process may cause dizziness and other physical discomforts. Please be aware.]

[Teleportation will commence after a five-second countdown.]

[Five, four…]

…

In a daze, Lin Jue felt a warm towel covering his forehead.

A pair of warm hands unbuttoned his collar to make breathing easier.

The system’s voice exploded in his mind, bringing some clarity to his consciousness.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and in a trance, he only saw a blurry figure moving in front of him.

Seeing the figure move away, Lin Jue instinctively reached out, struggling to say two words: “Don’t go…”

Don’t go. Who are you?

Let me see your face…

[Three, two, one, zero.]

[Teleportation commencing.]

Lin Jue’s vision went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Samael’s tense jawline and the veins on his neck.

Samael’s deep voice rang out, “Brother, you were gripping my hand tightly and passionately telling me not to go. It’s kind of gross.”

Lin Jue’s expression suddenly changed, and he quickly released Samael’s hand: “Ugh!”

Had he been holding Samael’s hand all along?

How disgusting!