Something Keeps Appearing in My Subspace - Chapter 67

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67. Yagor’s Harsh Snowfield (1)
[Yagor’s Harsh Snowfield]
-Time Remaining: 71 hours 59 minutes.
The problem wasn’t merely the severe blizzard. We had all equipped ourselves with proper winter gear before entering.
Of course, we’d each taken a heat stone from Arachne’s collection—stones that radiated warmth—and secured them to our clothing. Yet the extreme cold still bit through.
“Wow, it’s worse than I expected?”
“Tell me about it. My whole body’s shaking.”
I had learned about the Gate’s conditions through Chun-bae, but the chill that assaulted us exceeded my predictions.
This was a forced cold, conjured by the narrative-type Gate itself.
The moment we entered, we were thrust into a specific scenario.
In other words, even possessing an S-rank cold resistance skill meant nothing—the chill seized us the instant we crossed the threshold.
“Should we start a fire?”
“No point. We won’t leave until the scenario concludes.”
Because the cold was forced upon us, the only solution lay in progressing through the narrative-type Gate’s flow.
Min-jae, trembling from the cold, pointed ahead.
“We’re supposed to head in that direction, right?”
“Yeah.”
Whoooosh—
I opened a Subspace. I needed to retrieve Yong-yong and the snowmobile.
“Krrrr!”
Yong-yong emerged from the open Subspace, and the temperature around us rose noticeably.
“Oh, it’s warm! Is this the Red Dragon?”
“Yong-yong really is the best.”
Mister gazed at Yong-yong with satisfaction, but the dragon seemed to dislike the snow surrounding us.
“Krrrr….”
Yong-yong shook off the snow and squinted, then nudged my shoulder with his head and pointed toward the interior of the Subspace.
“It seems like it wants to stay inside?”
“Is that because it’s a Red Dragon? Should I let it in?”
“No need. Yong-yong, bear with it.”
There was no reason to send inside something warmer and more alive than heat stones. Yong-yong wasn’t even struggling.
Just slightly displeased? Yong-yong wasn’t a baby anymore and had grown considerably. This much discomfort was something to endure.
‘You need to grow strong.’
When I thought about it, Yong-yong was a Gate orphan—or rather, an orphaned dragon. We shared the same circumstances. Of course, I was the one who created that situation….
Wisdom from a senior, so to speak. Perhaps because it came from me, Yong-yong nodded in agreement.
“If I’d said something like that, I think it would’ve vented its frustration with its tail.”
Mister chuckled as he spoke.
“Really? … Actually, maybe it would have.”
Not that it mattered much. Thanks to Yong-yong, it was slightly warmer, but the cold persisted nonetheless.
The chill we felt the moment we entered was simply too intense.
Even in the brief moment it took to start the snowmobile, Lee Shin-hee and Min-jae, whose stamina was relatively weaker, trembled continuously.
Even with Yong-yong and the Red Dragon present, Mister was huddled against the cold just like the rest of us.
“Ugh, I wish we hadn’t brought Yong-yong. This cold just won’t let up.”
“Without the Red Dragon, we would’ve started the dungeon on the verge of freezing to death.”
“Exactly. The word ‘harsh’ isn’t attached to the name for nothing. The snow swallows your feet with every step, and the environment is far worse than expected.”
Snow Field Gates were already avoided by hunters, so one bearing the name “Yagor’s Harsh Snowfield” was truly something else.
In any case, we finished preparing to depart on the snowmobiles.
“Let’s go. Yong-yong, follow us from above our heads.”
Mister and I handled the driving, with Lee Shin-hee and Min-jae riding together. I took the lead since my spatial awareness gave me an edge.
There could be crevasses or other hazards ahead, after all.
“There! I can see the village!”
Lee Shin-hee, riding behind me, pointed ahead. A hazy silhouette appeared through the heavy snowstorm.
Once we reached that village, the forced cold afflicting us would vanish.
‘The scenario involves hunters who feel the cold seeking refuge in the village.’
And from there, we’d become entangled in whatever incident unfolds.
As we drew closer, the village proved to be quite small—perhaps a dozen or so modest buildings.
At midday, they must have spotted us approaching on the snowmobiles, because activity stirred in their direction.
Cargo-laden wagons, four young men, and villagers—exactly as Chun-bae had described.
“What?”
“W-wait, some strangers are coming with a strange carriage and a dragon!”
As we drew near, shouts erupted from the village. Everyone seemed wary.
Hmm. Should we have dismounted and walked the rest of the way? No, actually—wasn’t the real problem Yong-yong, not the snowmobiles?
Modern contraptions were typically treated as curiosities and dismissed.
Their gazes were fixed on Yong-yong, who was flying above us.
“Yong-yong, get inside.”
Not wanting to invite unnecessary suspicion, I quickly sent Yong-yong back into the Subspace.
“W-what just happened?”
“The dragon… disappeared?”
Freezing as I was, I couldn’t just pretend I hadn’t seen that and move on.
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“You there! Stop and identify yourselves!”
A middle-aged man emerged from behind the young men and shouted toward us. Our answer was obvious enough.
“We’re adventurers. It’s terribly cold, and we’d like to rest in your village if you don’t mind.”
“Adventurers? The strange carriage is one thing, but what about the dragon!”
“It’s a dragon we encountered during our travels—an orphaned one. It was startled by your reaction, so it’s hiding now.”
Still, a hint of suspicion lingered in their eyes.
‘Is this how it normally goes?’
-No. They welcomed us warmly.
‘…It’s because of Yong-yong.’
One thing became clear: if I entered another story-type Gate in the future, I’d need to hide Yong-yong from the start.
Starting with their guard up made everything more difficult.
“Are you a mage?”
“Something like that.”
Whispers rippled through the gathered villagers.
“They don’t seem like bad people, though….”
“People who command a Red Dragon—if they meant us harm, wouldn’t they have just done it?”
“That’s true.”
“Let’s welcome them. The children are heading out soon, and we should hear what’s happening outside.”
“Looking at their condition, they’re on the verge of freezing to death. We can’t just leave them to die, can we?”
I was cold, certainly, but not quite at death’s door—I tilted my head slightly before glancing at Min-jae and Lee Shin-hee and understanding.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their faces had turned ashen.
Without cold resistance and weaker stamina than Mister and I, they were suffering far more acutely from the forced chill.
Either way, things were unfolding exactly like a narrative-type Gate.
“Please, come inside!”
And so we entered the village, quickly guided to the largest building—the tavern.
Yong-yong seemed to be the reason some lingering wariness remained in their gazes. The young men who had been about to leave had followed us as well.
-They always do. Outsiders arriving in the village is quite the event.
I had misunderstood.
The moment we stepped into the tavern, the oppressive cold that had been forced upon us vanished instantly.
“Ah, I can breathe again.”
“Haah….”
Min-jae and Lee Shin-hee, who had been shivering violently, regained composure in their expressions. Though some residual chill lingered.
Winter gear and heat stones didn’t grant immunity to cold in such extreme environments.
“Thank you for taking us in.”
“The outside is brutally cold, so it’s fortunate you found our village. Outsiders rarely make it this far.”
A middle-aged man handed each of us a cup of tea.
“Please, drink up. It’s frost-melting tea brewed from medicinal herbs. The chill will fade. We couldn’t venture outside without it.”
After a single sip, the faint cold that remained gradually dissipated.
It wasn’t a miracle elixir—more like a cold-resistance buff in tea form. The man settled across from us and asked.
“So, what brings outsiders to Yagor’s Harsh Snowfield?”
“We’re adventurers…. Simply wandering the world.”
“Here? Well, judging by the Red Dragon you’re traveling with, you must be from the south, yes?”
“That’s correct.”
The man nodded knowingly.
“Then it makes sense you’d be curious about the north. Even northerners rarely venture into this harsh snowfield.”
“Yes. It’s too cold—we’re planning to stay about three days and then leave.”
“A wise decision. This snowfield, the northernmost point of the north itself, isn’t ideal for adventuring. Just now, everyone was on the brink of freezing to death.”
Well, at this point I could safely say we’d stumbled into a narrative-type Gate. I decided to get to the point.
“By the way, there was a carriage outside—what were you all preparing for?”
“An extreme cold spell is coming soon. Even we don’t venture into the snowfield during that time. The tea won’t help—you’d freeze to death regardless.”
The man’s expression twisted with dread.
“So I was heading out to gather provisions before the harsh winter arrives. We mainly exchange for medicinal herbs that grow in the extreme cold.”
Well, it was something I already knew.
According to Chun-bae, the young men who set out to gather provisions end up meeting their deaths at the hands of the White Tiger in the Snow Field.
Only one barely survives, returning with a body on the brink of death, and we receive a request from the villagers to hunt down the White Tiger.
It’s a story about Hunters who nearly froze to death arriving here and surviving, so we end up accepting the request.
“In this cold? I have some provisions with me—wouldn’t it be fine if I just gave them to you?”
That was why I had prepared provisions. Chun-bae’s comment about it being unnecessary was because there was no real need to prepare like I had.
-The reason I recommended this Gate is because B-rank medicinal herbs grow in White Tiger’s Lair.
-Since I know the location of the lair, you can head there directly after visiting the village.
Just as a bear hunts extensively before hibernation to replenish calories, the White Tiger roams the Snow Field hunting before the harsh winter arrives.
In the first place, since White Tiger’s Lair itself is a hidden dungeon, Chun-bae had been skeptical about gathering provisions.
‘You never know what might happen.’
I, however, thought differently. A village in Yagor’s Harsh Snowfield—wasn’t this exactly the kind of place where a game might hide something?
Bulk-purchasing provisions wasn’t causing me significant losses, and it was a low-risk investment.
“Provisions? A small amount won’t be enough.”
“Ah, it’s not a small amount.”
Whoosh—
I immediately opened a Subspace. I began pulling out the large quantities of flour sacks and meat I had ordered.
I had brought plenty of meat too, thinking that in such an extremely cold region, it would serve like a freezer.
“Huh?”
“W-what is this…?”
“You can store that much with magic?”
As I pulled out more and more provisions, the eyes of the villagers gathered around me grew wider and wider, and soon they opened their mouths in astonishment.
“T-this is five years’ worth of food for our entire village.”
“Mister Hans! It’s not five years! We could eat for ten years!”
“S-so much meat…”
“It all looks so fresh!”
The light in the villagers’ eyes changed. The faint wariness that remained completely disappeared, and they began watching our every move.
“M-might we exchange for the medicinal herbs we prepared?”
“Of course.”
Since they weren’t elixirs, I didn’t necessarily have to accept them, but herbs from within the Gate were a different matter.
Rather than being a matter of profit, submitting such herbs to the Hunter Association would turn them into research materials, which would help improve my Guild ranking.
“Ah, quickly, bring the cart. We need to show you the condition of the goods.”
The middle-aged man had begun speaking to me with formal respect. I waved my hand.
“The condition is fine. They’re all good quality.”
The man, who had been gauging my reaction, shifted his gaze to the provisions I had pulled out.
“Then would it be acceptable for us to take just from here to here?”
He seemed to be speaking based on comparing the value of the medicinal herbs he had prepared with the provisions I had brought.
Considering the quantity I had brought, it was a relatively small amount.
“Ah, it’s fine. Please take it all.”
There was no need to be coy about it. I hadn’t prepared all this for nothing. To obtain something uncertain, one had to offer generously.
“A-all of it, sir?”
The middle-aged man stammered. The villagers stood with their mouths agape, unable to form words.
“Yes. We have no use for it.”
Mm. Their reactions told me everything I needed to know.
If this village harbored something even Chun-bae didn’t know about, they would absolutely tell me now.
“B-bring the village chief here.”
I couldn’t help but anticipate what would unfold next.

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