Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 952 - 706_2

Chapter 952: Chapter 706_2

Here’s the English translation:

The entire charge felt incredibly long.

Even calculating the number of strikes could give a glimpse of the duration.

But now?

That so-called long journey could be seen in a single glance.

If it were in the real world, it might only take a few seconds to cross effortlessly.

He thought back to the long, monotonous repetition experienced before reaching the world’s edge.

"Could this place be something similar?"

"Our movements have slowed, slowed drastically." Jora replied, her eyes shimmering with a mesmerizing glow.

"A mesmerizing glow?"

Roger’s heart tightened as he suddenly realized he had grown accustomed to everything before him. He began carefully observing Jora.

Aside from her disheveled appearance, there wasn’t much change. Her skin was delicate and smooth, pale to the point of near transparency.

No, that’s not it!

He stepped back half a pace instinctively, observing her even more closely.

Jora was indeed more beautiful than before, but her entire being exuded an inhuman aura, cloaked in a green halo that made her look like a statue sculpted from ice crystals!

"Your appearance!"

"I know."

"And so are you." Jora replied calmly.

Roger lowered his head, his gaze piercing through the surface of his skin to glimpse the faint outline of the bones encased within his palm.

He slowly clenched his fist, fingers rubbing together. To his dismay, he realized he had lost all sensation. When two fingers collided, they produced a brittle clinking sound.

Leaning down, he saw himself reflected in the mirrored ground—an ice figure staring back.

"Don’t worry, this process isn’t irreversible."

"I told you, no matter what happens, you must ensure the flame in your heart doesn’t go out. While I can’t predict the consequences of failure..."

"Look at those trees around us; I doubt you’d want to end up like them."

Her words were full of concern, yet when spoken by Jora, they were icy cold, as though the environment itself dictated her tone.

"The rules here are strange."

Roger realized this transformation was no longer something mere cold could cause.

The entire area might not be vast; it could even all be happening inside a hollowed-out glacier.

But upon entering this place, it felt like the world had been switched to slow motion.

He admitted Jora was right—compared to powerful monsters, this silent, gradual change originating from a fundamental rule was far more terrifying.

This led Roger to consider many things. He finally understood that the strength of the Fifth Tier wasn’t about the disparity in raw power.

Soon, however, Roger noticed another problem. As his hands collided, they produced a dull thudding sound. His body appeared normal, yet it had hardened as if turned to solid ice.

But Jora...?

"Why am I rigid, but you’re not?"

Jora merely appeared crystalline, yet her movements remained soft and fluid. Comparatively, Roger resembled a Lego model, while Jora was akin to a 3D-rendered character.

Infuriated, Jora’s chest heaved, "What does your rigidity have to do with me? That’s entirely your own problem!"

As she spoke, Roger noticed her body lines becoming even softer as if gradually transitioning back to humanity.

"I’m Fifth Tier, protected by Vitality—can you say the same?"

She huffed coldly, "Hurry up and move; the longer you delay, the worse it’ll be for you."

"If the damage accumulates to a certain point, this state might become irreversible. Even if you reach Fifth Tier, you’ll likely be stuck with this rigid, stupid appearance forever."

Jora ignored Roger and pressed on ahead, braving the wind and snow as she scaled a small hill. Then, before Roger’s eyes appeared a flourishing sea of flowers, and at its center...

A jade-green lake.

The lake was crystal clear, gleaming like a green gem nestled in the land, pristine without even the faintest ripple.

Even from a considerable distance, Roger could feel the life energy emanating from the edge of the lake.

For ordinary people, this would likely be more deadly than poison. No need to drink it—just staying near it would cause their bodies to undergo strange mutations.

And such mutations were often fatal.

"Could this be akin to the radiation from technology?" Roger couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander.

"Get down there, but beware of those flowers."

Jora retrieved a shield, and Roger followed closely behind.

Expecting another assault similar to earlier, they cautiously entered the flower field. Massive ice-blue blossoms trembled slightly before everything returned to stillness.

Carefully navigating the flower field, they eventually reached the edge of the lake. The closer they got, the stronger Roger felt it.

"Listen, soon you’ll immerse your entire body in the lakewater. But remember, you must not swallow even a single drop of it."

Jora’s expression grew solemn.

"The conditions here are worse than I anticipated. In your current state, if you fail to absorb enough Life Essence, you might not make it back to the fringe fissure."

"Do not attempt a Fifth Tier breakthrough here. You only need to draw enough Life Essence into your core structure—don’t be greedy. The closer you get to that limit, the stronger the temptation will become."

"If you fail, both your body and soul will become part of this lake."

"Additionally, no matter what happens, do not interrupt the absorption."

"You cannot step into the same river twice. Though the water here may appear still, Life Essence is ever-changing and unpredictable."

"You only have one chance—succeed, or perish!"

"Understood."

Roger nodded and followed up with another question.

"I mean, what if—what happens if I can’t absorb the Life Essence here?"

Roger knew his own limitations. He had no core structure, and while the Hunter’s Cabin was peculiar, he had no confidence about it.

"Can’t absorb it?"

"Impossible!"

"I’ve tried it; the Life Essence here is the purest—it’s incapable of failure."

"I mean, what if?"

Roger repeated.

"I’ve already said—it’s impossible!"

Jora raised her voice, her facial lines becoming softer still.

Anger made her more beautiful...

Rage melted her.

"Is your brain filled with rocks? Can’t understand what I’m saying?"

"Not rocks, ice cubes." Roger muttered.

"Hah... fine, as you said—if..."

"Hmm... if you fail, then just drink it straight!"

Jora snapped irritably.

"That’s easy—I will!"

Roger forced a stiff smile. Though he wasn’t overly concerned about his appearance, being perpetually stuck as an ice block...

His remaining years might revolve around defining true "hardcore singledom."

Losing all sensation—how bland would life become!

With everything said along the way, Roger glanced at Jora. "In any case, thank you for everything. Once I come out, let’s defeat Heyman together!"

With that, he stepped forward into the lake.

Cold!

A piercing chill.

Roger’s first sensation upon entering the lake was the icy cold that penetrated his bones, nearly freezing his soul.

Yet at that moment, Roger didn’t panic. Instead, he was relieved, for it meant his body’s temperature was rising—his senses were returning.

He lifted his head. The green lakewater obscured his vision, casting a filtered hue over the icy world.

"Without a core structure, what should I do next?" Roger pondered silently. But before he could decide, the Hunter’s Cabin within his consciousness flickered.

The bulletin board displayed guidance.

Meanwhile, standing at the lake’s edge, Jora let out a long sigh. But in the next instant, the ground trembled slightly, and the surrounding wind and snow eerie-stilled.

Soon, all the flowers around the lake seemed to come alive, twisting their roots and trembling their petals—as though collectively gazing at Jora!