The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 133: Avalanche and Gold Pound

——Anyone can explore dreams.

——Just like everyone can bring disaster upon themselves.

Dreams are chaotic and disordered. They are a collection of human obsessions, fantasies and all emotions.

It is not as stable as the resting place of the gods.

It's twisted, and dangerous.

When Roland opened his eyes, he was standing in a snowstorm.

His and Enid's tent was blown away by the wind and snow, and there was nothing in their backpacks except a few boxes of wet matches, some hard bread and water.

Someone was calling him in his ear.

Have a look.

Look at your fingers, Roland.

Look what that is.

Roland lowered his head and raised his palms.

A bright silver ring on the little finger...

Dream…?
"Ma'am, are we in a dream?" Roland covered his nose with his hands and shouted behind him, "A dream?"

No one cares about him.

A layer of pale golden flames covered the woman's body, melting the blowing snowflakes.

She remained silent and just looked at Roland.

When he moved forward, she moved forward; when he stopped, she stopped not far away.

'If your life is not in danger, I won't help you.'

'Explore like an explorer.'

Roland remembered what she had said.

"I have to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow." Roland said to himself.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Looking around, there is no place that is not white.

The vague outline of the snow-capped mountains is hidden in the wind and snow.

Roland shook his package a few times, lowered his head, and dove into the broken jade.

The wind and snow got stronger.

…………

……

There was no shelter from the cold wind on the snowy plain.

As he walked for a longer time, Roland felt his body temperature dropping rapidly: his toes in his boots began to become stiff, he could not feel the airflow through his nose, and even his eyes were swollen and painful from the cold.

Consciousness gradually faded.
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wrench.

"Don't talk to me."
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I am in a dream.

"I didn't know you were in a dream?"

Roland: ...
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Angry.

"No. Since you have the ability to shield me, I guess you also have the ability to walk out of this snowy area, right?"

Roland: ...

I'm already mad in the face.
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next time…

"You're not going to say 'next time', are you?"
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how do you know?
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I won't block you next time.

"You know what, Roland."

"There is not a shred of credibility in this statement."

Roland sniffed and felt his face like a piece of ice.

The fire in his sight did not bring a trace of warmth. It pierced through the wind and snow, reflecting the dead land without any ups and downs in Roland's eyes.
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Is there a...
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Snow cave?

"What will you do without me?"
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I never want to lose you.

“…Hehe.”
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Thank you.

The flames gushed out with a bang.

"Let's go. You always say weird things...next time!"
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Definitely not blocking you.
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I swear to the All-Father.

"No, I swear to Cherry Chloe and Su Yue."

Roland stepped on the snow with a crunching sound, moving forward towards the snow cave with one step deep and one step shallow.

not talking.

"You damn liar."

Roland pulled the corners of his stiff mouth.

The snow cave is not far away.

When he came to the entrance of the cave, he knew that it must have been dug by humans - in addition to the wooden board inserted in the snow that covered the entrance, there was also a blanket on the ground, a lit oil lamp, a thin sheepskin book, and a chair in the cave.

He bent down and went in, and Enid, reducing her flames, followed him in.

The cave is not big.

Roland sat on the blanket and turned over.

This is a diary.

There is no specific date on it, just a simple record of time in numbers and some ambiguous words.

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'Three days.'

'We tracked it down - claw marks are evident.'

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'Seven days.'

'It was hovering overhead, but we missed it.'

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'The fifteenth.'

'We can't find it.'

……

The handwriting is brief and the dates jump. …

'The thirty-second day.'

'Food is plentiful, but spirits are exhausted.'

……

'Seventy-nine days.'

'The snowstorm has picked up.'

'Where is it?'

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'One hundred and twenty-five days.'

'We've completely lost track of it.'

'It's time to consider evacuating.'

……

Roland paused.

The owner of the note seems to be tracking something...

"Did you ever think of a man who had flaunted something like that?"
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Yes, the memory is still fresh.
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Fernandez said.

Roland frowned and turned to the silent woman.

Enid was sitting in a chair with her arms folded and legs slanted elegantly.

When she saw Roland looking at her, she seemed to know what Roland was going to ask.

"Yes, this is Fernandez's dream. Or rather, his fantasy and obsession - I don't know if he told you that he once hunted a wildowl on the snowfield."

Roland nodded: "I've talked about it in the lesson on secret organs."

"That's in reality, in the waking world." Enid ran her finger across the wall and dug out a piece of snow with her fingertips. "And here, it's the sleeping world, the dream world."

"so…"

She looked at Roland with a hint of joking.

"Anything can happen."

"Like what Fernandez fantasized about..."

The voice just fell.

There is a rumbling sound in my ears!

Roland staggered due to the earth-shaking tremor.

He quickly got up and climbed out of the cave.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

In the snowy mist of the distant mountains.

It turned out to be an avalanche made up of yellow gold pounds, covering the sky!

"Perhaps your 'secret' cannot extend too far." Enid came out at some point and stood beside him: "I can tell you, Roland."

"An avalanche is coming."

"Whose avalanche is made of gold coins!?"

"What does your stupid big captain fantasize about all day long!!"
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This is already good news. I can’t imagine what would happen if it was Kratov…

"Ah, that must be an avalanche of little boys."
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I'm talking about Miss Kratov, not her grandfather.

Not mentioning boys.

At the moment, the gold coins are definitely more terrifying than an avalanche of snowflakes.

Its sound was like rolling thunder, like a golden tsunami, surging from the snow-capped peaks, and in an instant it exploded into huge patches of fog!

Overwhelming.

“People can’t outrun an avalanche.”

Enid reminded slowly.

"People who die in dreams will also fall into an eternal sleep in reality."

Roland had never seen an avalanche—he had never even seen snow in person.

"Go to the cave, Roland!"

"Do as I tell you!"

Roland pulled out several wooden boards outside the cave, turned around and went into the snow cave. Following Wrench's instructions, he used the wooden boards as support to build a triangular "tent".

Use your fist to chisel firmly in place, then hammer deeper with your boot.

Then he crawled in and put the last piece of wood above his head.

"Ma'am?" he called.

Enid came in leisurely and lay down beside Roland.

He also leisurely folded the blanket and used it as a pillow.

She wasn't nervous at all.

"This is the dormant world, Roland. There is no logic, and chaos is stronger than order. The power of the ritualist will be infinitely weakened - and natural disasters are the most terrifying."

Roland exhaled white air, his heart rumbling with the earth rumbling. Amid the deafening sound, he raised his voice: "How do we leave...?"

Enid looked at him without saying anything, with a half-smile on her face.

Silver ring heart anchor...heart anchor, heart anchor!

The ridges on the inside of the ring are particularly clear.

but…

Damn.

"…I haven't learned that lesson yet, ma'am."

Roland twisted the ring and sighed softly.

“Because there is no such lesson,” Enid said. “If you can leave at any time.”

"Why do we say that the world is dangerous when we sleep?"

She turned over, hugged Roland tightly, and pressed him under her.

The next second, the world went dark.

(End of this chapter)