I! Cleaner!

In the bone-chilling mountain valley, the snowflakes swirling in the air were growing larger by the minute. If Leon was even slightly careless, they would completely cover his footprints and bury his memories deep within the snowstorm.

Almost there.

Watching the young man frowning and pondering in the snowstorm, the woman dressed lightly, hidden within the snowfall, couldn't help but curl her lips upwards, revealing a captivating and stunning smile.

After being dragged into the snowstorm valley, the Cleaner named Leon didn't show any signs of panic. He must have heard the legends about her.

He knew she couldn't directly lay a hand on him, only lure him into the snowstorm to kill him. Hence, he appeared quite relaxed, believing that as long as he remained cautious and endured the snowstorm, he would be safe.

But what he didn't know was that her truly formidable ability wasn't just stirring up a snowstorm in dreams but quietly erasing the dreamer's memory, just like how the snow covers a traveler's footprints.

And memory is the essence of a dream, it's the foundation of blurred cognition.

In a state of forgetfulness, no matter how powerful he originally was or how many terrifying anomalies he possessed, if he didn't know he had them, then in the dream, these anomalies simply didn't exist.

Once he lost his original memories, his defense against the "snow maiden" would drop to the lowest. If he really followed her deep into the valley, he would naturally collapse and die amidst the overwhelming snowstorm, succumbing to the cold and fierce wind.

She might not even need to appear, as long as he forgot his identity as a Cleaner and lost his beyond-average physical strength, in this frigid white world...

Huh? Why did he start a fire? And why did his clothes change?

...

Mountaineering boots, a shell jacket, a mountaineering hat, a headlamp, goggles, a trekking pole, gloves... After checking his full set of equipment, Leon nodded in satisfaction.

This seems much more normal.

After all, who in their right mind would venture into a snowstorm with just an old autumn coat? That would be idiotic, wouldn't it?

Am I an idiot? I'm not.

So I definitely brought all my gear, because going into the mountain with just an old coat is impossible, it simply can't be done, I'd have to be out of my mind to try that. I must have been groggy with sleep just now.

As for hunting or something, that's even more absurd. I don't even know what a wild pig's footprints look like, nor do I know how to use a hunting rifle, how could I hunt anything? Clearly, I'm just a hiking enthusiast here for some mountaineering!

Hiding in a sheltered spot, after finishing off a can of warm butter, Leon the Hiker filled a handful of snow to extinguish the campfire beside him.

Subsequently, he rolled up his sleeping bag and stuffed it into his backpack, packed away the personal trash generated from camping to avoid polluting the environment, then stuck the heat packs onto his body. Finally, he put on his scarf and goggles, grabbed his trekking pole, and headed down the snow-covered mountain.

Not bad, the snow mountain camping experience was pretty decent, but it feels like the snow is coming down a bit heavily, better get down the mountain quickly, or it could be troublesome if I get stuck.

???

No way... How can you just leave?

Seeing Leon walking down the mountain, wearing a set of oddly styled but clearly warm clothing and humming a tune, the snow maiden was completely stunned.

It wasn't that no one had ever adapted to the dreamscape she created before; some even held on for over half a month in a sheltered mountain corner. But someone as... leisurely as the person before her was something she had never seen.

No! I can't let him go down the mountain!

Watching Leon following a path down the mountain that shouldn't even exist, laying a trail of footprints, the snow maiden furrowed her brows, took a deep breath, and then dispersed into the wind and snow, becoming part of the raging snowstorm.

"Hoo!!!"

The fierce wind howled past, the snowflakes falling from the sky growing larger. Sensing that it might be dangerous to stay any longer, self-proclaimed knowledgeable seasoned mountaineer Leon quickly quickened his pace, eager to reach the campsite down the mountain.

As for why there would be a campsite down the mountain...

If there wasn't a mountaineer's campsite below, where did I rent this gear from? Where did the canned food and alcohol blocks come from? Did I really carry them all the way from afar myself?

Just as Leon was braving the snowstorm and advancing towards his hazy mental image of a "mountaineer's campsite," a graceful female silhouette suddenly emerged from the overwhelming snowfall ahead.

"Finally... Finally, I've met someone!"

Seeing Leon walking against the wind and into the storm, the lady in light clothing immediately rushed over, her delicate face filled with joy as she said:

"Good-hearted person! I'm lost in the mountains, please help me, can you take me back..."

"Holy crap! There really is a fool out here!"

"???"

Seeing the beautiful woman in a thin dress appearing in the snowstorm, Leon couldn't hold back an expletive, then quickly hoisted the bewildered snow maiden and took her to a sheltered spot by the roadside. He pulled out a sleeping bag and stuffed her into it, and then said with a look of shock:

"What the hell are you wearing? Where's your shell jacket? Where's your luggage? Where's your mountaineering guide?"

"???"

Not having a clue about what Leon was talking about, the snow maiden clutched the hot water bottle he handed her, clearly baffled, and said:

"I... I live in the mountains, I have no guide, you just need to take me back..."

"Live in the mountains?"

Hearing that, Leon furrowed his brows, turned to rummage through his backpack, pulled out a map, looked at it, and then said with a puzzled expression:

"There's a village in the mountains? It's not even marked on the map!"

"That's not..."

Seeing the slightly strange but genuinely a map held by Leon, the snow maiden clutching the hot water bottle couldn't hold back any longer.

"This is clearly my... How do you have a map of this place?"

"Aren't you stating the obvious?"

Faced with the silly girl dressed inappropriately for mountaineering, Leon sighed heavily, retorting:

"Climbing without a map? Isn't that crazy?"

...

"Alright, alright, we'll talk about the map later. You just rest in the sleeping bag!"

"And are you lost or what? What about your cold-weather gear? How do I contact your guide? I'll ask him about the situation and find a way to get you down."

"I... I just live in the mountains, no guide, just take me back..."

(Take you where?)

After hearing the snow maiden's absurd and over-the-top request, Leon couldn't help but roll his eyes and simply ignored her, then started fiddling with his satellite phone, sending out a distress signal.

(Take you back...) In this snow, taking you back to your village? We'll probably freeze to death halfway! And you don't even have a map, how am I supposed to know the way? Should I let a big-fool guide me?

Besides, this girl is likely already hallucinating from the cold, whether that village even exists is questionable!

Remember, people often feel hot just before freezing to death, so they start removing their own clothes. Chances are she took hers off herself, and if it weren't for her running into me by chance, she'd probably be dead in minutes.

Seriously... Climbing without any experience is a real headache!

After glaring at the crazy woman who still wanted to say something, shooting down her plea with his eyes, the self-proclaimed knowledgeable mountaineer Leon sighed helplessly, barely holding back the urge to curse.

Though a troublesome and absurd case spouting nonsense, she is still a life, I can't just watch her freeze to death, no harm in trying to save her, and... what? Why is there a dog on the other side?