The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
The moment I witnessed snow falling,
a high-pitched ringing filled my ears—
and I clapped both hands over my ears against the sudden tinnitus.
Then, out of nowhere, a novel I’d read in my past life surfaced in my mind.
A disaster novel called the Severe Cold Survival Strategy.
The final villain of that novel was Logan, who had repeated Regression nine times.
He had only one reason for repeating Regression.
The death of his first love.
Whenever his first love died, Logan rewound time.
She died in countless ways across those timelines.
Caught in conflict and murdered by other survivors, or killed by cannibals, or dragged away by mad scientists conducting human restoration experiments for live dissection.
The methods varied, but the culprit was always the same.
Human beings.
Logan had grown disillusioned with humanity and came to despise them. At first, he’d tried everything to prevent the catastrophe, but nothing worked.
He was always betrayed by humans, and his first love always ended up murdered.
When Logan underwent his tenth Regression alongside his dead first love, the novel began.
It was his final Regression. His mysterious ability to Regress was completely exhausted by the tenth iteration.
By the tenth timeline, Logan had become twisted.
His hatred for humanity was immense, and that hatred reached its zenith when his first love died again at the novel’s opening.
He conceived and enacted a plan for human extinction.
His first love, his Academy classmate: Eve Rania Everhart.
That was me.
“Let’s go, Eve.”
At Logan’s voice calling to me, I snapped back to reality.
I gathered my scattered thoughts and climbed into the passenger seat of the Steam Automobile, following him.
In the heart of the city in early spring, snow pouring down without mercy.
Within moments, the roads were blanketed white.
Logan drove the Steam Automobile himself.
“In three hours, the entire city will be frozen over. You won’t be able to drive these vehicles then. So we have to hurry.”
I gripped the safety belt tightly as I listened to Logan’s words.
How much driving experience did Logan have?
With that thought in mind,
I looked around the snow-blanketed city.
People who thought it was merely unusual weather were delighting in how beautiful and refreshing the snow was.
I quietly turned over the novel in my mind—the Severe Cold Survival Strategy I’d just remembered.
I don’t remember anything about who I was in my past life.
All I remembered was the novel’s content.
The novel followed a protagonist named Aiden as he built a survival base in a city struck by an unprecedented glacial catastrophe, expanded it, and searched for a way to end the ice age—a sort of survival and territory-management story, one might say.
And this story could only progress if Eve, the first love of the villain Logan, was certain to die.
More than anything, the world I’d been living in turned out to be nothing but fiction.
And I was a life destined to die?
Only then did it make sense why Logan had enlisted.
He’d prepared for the approaching future in countless ways, but it had never worked.
Yet he never gave up.
So it seemed he’d decided to hone his abilities as a soldier in this lifetime.
As I analyzed the situation internally, I fortunately regained my composure quickly. The survival instinct I’d developed while drowning in debt proved invaluable at moments like this.
‘Logan has undergone Regression, and I know the future because I read the novel.’
I have the informational advantage. Logan only knows what happened up through the ninth timeline.
“Logan, where are we going right now?”
“Rosebrook.”
“Why there?”
“Rosebrook is suitable for survival.”
I asked even though I already knew he’d head to Rosebrook. I wanted to confirm whether the novel’s contents matched reality.
‘I can’t die like I do in the novel.’
My mind raced. I began frantically recalling the novel’s details.
As I watched the passing scenery and the ever-thickening snow while my thoughts churned,
a deep rumble shook the ground—
a low, ominous boom that reverberated through the earth.
Logan glanced at the side mirror, his eyes fixed on the road behind us.
“An avalanche.”
He spoke with remarkable calm.
As though he’d foreseen all of this already.
I glanced back. From the Southeastern Mountain Range near the Capital, a massive torrent of white snow came cascading down.
Roooaarrr—!
It looked as though an entire mountain were pouring onto the road. A churning wave of snow, ice, and boulders surged forward at a terrible speed, consuming everything in its path.
Far too close.
The avalanche swept people away in an instant. Those who had delighted in watching the snow moments before vanished beneath white drifts and mud.
Screeeaaagh—!
Cries erupted from every direction. Hell was unfolding around us.
I reflexively grabbed the half-open window. The glass was bitterly cold.
Startled, I jerked my hand back, and the skin of my fingertips scraped away.
I pulled out my handkerchief and wrapped my hand while shouting to Logan.
“Logan, I think you need to accelerate.”
“Don’t worry.”
He pressed harder on the accelerator.
My hands trembled, but I forced myself to stay composed and spoke to him.
“Logan, there’s a tunnel under construction beneath the Southeastern Cliff. If we take that tunnel, we can reach Rosebrook much faster.”
“What?”
Logan turned to stare at me, his expression startled.
No one outside the construction crew would know about that tunnel. It was still under way.
But I—who had read the Severe Cold Survival Strategy, or Severe Cold Survival Strategy for short, from an omniscient point of view—remembered that a minor character, not someone as significant as Logan, had used that tunnel to travel back and forth between the Capital and Rosebrook.
“Left! Turn left, quickly!”
Logan shot me a bewildered glance.
“Logan, just a little further.”
There was no time to hesitate, so Logan immediately wrenched the steering wheel to the left.
It happened the very next instant.
Craaaaaash—!
The avalanche swallowed the road we’d been driving on just moments before.
I exhaled shakily, my eyes fixed ahead.
“Eve, can you describe the tunnel’s location more precisely?”
“Turn left in front of the Cathedral you can see ahead!”
At my words, Logan looked at me with an expression of deep suspicion.
Between the two of us swimming in suspicion, I wish he’d at least open those eyes more prettily. I still haven’t come to terms with the fact that we’re married.
Rumble-rumble-rumble—
Even as we sped on, the snow and debris relentlessly pursued us.
“Hell.”
Logan accelerated further. When he turned left before the Cathedral, a tunnel entrance came into view—fenced off to prevent entry.
The mountain containing the tunnel was solid stone, miraculously, and held firm without collapsing.
“This won’t work.”
Logan released the steering wheel. He must have lost his mind.
“Logan! You need to keep hold of the wheel!”
“We’ll get buried.”
“What?”
He pulled a large backpack from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder. Since when was that back there?
Then he seized my hand and suddenly scooped me into his arms. He turned the wheel sharply to the side and leaped from the automobile.
The car was instantly swallowed by the debris.
Just as the avalanche rushed toward us, we tumbled into the tunnel.
Crumble-crumble-crumble—
And the tunnel entrance collapsed behind us.
Fortunately, because the entrance had caved in, the avalanche couldn’t reach us deep inside.
Drip-drip-drip—
And then my nose began to bleed. I pulled out the handkerchief I’d been using to stop my finger and pressed it to my nose.
Logan, still holding me, rose to his feet and looked at my face with alarm.
“Eve, are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine. It’s just a chronic nosebleed.”
It started constantly when I was younger. My body was frail.
Without warning or reason, blood would pour from my nose, yet the doctors insisted there was nothing wrong with me.
“I see.”
Logan’s reaction suggested he already knew about my nosebleeds.
Then he snatched the handkerchief from her and helped stanch the bleeding.
Glancing back, she could see frost gathering at the entrance of the tunnel that had been blocked before.
“I think we should go deeper inside.”
She pulled the handkerchief back from Logan’s hand.
He looked at it with reluctance for a moment, then nodded.
“Wait.”
He began rummaging through his backpack.
The fact that he’d thought to bring a bag—he was thorough, wasn’t he.
“You knew it would come to this from the start, didn’t you?”
At my question, Logan’s eyebrow twitched. But he didn’t seem disturbed.
“Yeah, I knew it would. But marriage registration is important, so I couldn’t skip it.”
Marriage registration more important than survival? That made no sense. Something was definitely loose in this man’s head.
I remembered how the protagonist Aiden once shortened a phrase to call Logan a “madman obsessed with Eve.”
This bastard really….
He’s obsessed with me.

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