Ou Tao opened his eyes, startled to find an endless snowy wasteland before him. A blizzard raged overhead—but not an ordinary one. "Blizzard 17," a frost-rimmed notification box hovered in his vision.
Had he returned to the other world? No. He lowered his head. His hands were bound. His body was completely naked, trapped atop an ice pillar hundreds of meters high like a sacrificial offering. The biting wind raised goosebumps across his skin; frost dusted his shoulders, and the cold stung relentlessly.
Panic seized him. He looked around frantically. "What’s happening? What is this?!"
Glancing down, his heart skipped a beat. The ice beneath his knees gleamed like polished glass, reflecting his own face.
It was Uncle Rod’s face—but not the grizzled elder he knew. A youthful version. Barely twenty.
Suddenly, a gale swept from a distant valley, churning a thick wall of snow mist. From within emerged a woman of queenly elegance and breathtaking beauty. The storm obscured her features—only her porcelain-smooth skin and flowing silver hair were visible.
Though her face remained hidden, her figure alone could stir any man. Her voluptuous curves swayed with each step, accompanied by the crisp click of high heels on ice. A gown sheer as blue frost clung to her snow-white bosom. Her hips swayed hypnotically, like a connoisseur admiring a prized delicacy.
Yet Ou Tao felt no admiration—only primal fear. His entire body trembled; every cell shuddered. A terrifying magical aura radiated from her, vast as a mountain. Her mere presence crushed his breath.
She advanced in blue-crystal heels. Frost bloomed beneath each step, veiling the forbidden view beneath her skirt reflected in the ice.
A rough shove. Chains yanked downward, wrenching his body into a spread-eagle pose.
Looking up, he saw only the striking azure curve of her lips beneath a fair, oval face. Her slender form drew closer. Ice-blue heels planted firmly on either side of his waist. Then—what lay beneath her skirt seemed to draw near. She was coming.
The sensation felt terrifyingly real. His heart hammered. His cheeks burned. Ou Tao could no longer hold back—a wave of pleasure surged through him.
White light flashed. Ou Tao jolted upright in bed, gasping. Drenched in sweat, he floated in a light-headed, post-climax haze. *Just… a vivid dream.*
Common for a sixteen-year-old. Often leaving sheets and underwear soiled.
Then—he turned. Sister Su lay sound asleep beside him.
*How?* He remembered: last night, he and Sister Su took his little sister out. Stayed too late. Logged off. Fell asleep together.
He scrambled up. Shu Lianxue still slept. Tiptyoeing to the bathroom to change, shame burning his ears—he’d lost control with her right there.
Door creaked open. Shu Lianxue stretched lazily. "No pretending, you little rascal! I smell that telltale scent. Answer me: were you dreaming of *me*… or your imouto?"
Ou Tao swallowed hard. "Neither."
"Men! So insatiable." Shu Lianxue sighed, rolling sheer stockings up her calf to her thigh. Lying back with one leg raised—it was dangerously alluring. "A stunning model and an adorably naive loli sister sleeping beside you… still dreaming of others?"
"I’m serious!" Ou Tao’s voice tightened. "I dreamed I *became* Rod at twenty—bound like a sacrifice on that ice pillar. A breathtaking spirit tormented me. I need to see Brother Wei Da and tech. This isn’t normal. That dream felt *lived*."
"What’s abnormal?" Shu Lianxue murmured, adjusting her stocking.
Ou Tao barely heard her. "I’m Ou Tao—not Rod! Why am I dreaming *his* past?"
"Let me answer." Her tone turned grave. "Top-secret. Fewer than a dozen know—and it’s only theory. Ever heard how water forms? 2H₂ + O₂ → (ignited) → 2H₂O. Oxygen steals electrons from hydrogen. But theft has a price: they fuse into something new. Just like now—gaming corps, backed by shadowy forces, are stealing matter from the other world. Keep going… and *we* pay the price."
Shu Lianxue spoke gently, but Ou Tao understood. *The price…* Could it mean the worlds would merge? That he’d fuse with Uncle Rod—become one—and inherit everything?
