1% Lifesteal Chapter 104 - Hike

Freddy knew that crossing the Northern Spine mountain range would be a challenge.

But boy did he underestimate it.

Before he even set off on his journey, he got so clothing more appropriate for the weather and filled whatever space there was in his dinsion ring with bottles of oil. Oil was both the densest in terms of calories and the cheapest source of food, allowing him to stockpile enough calories to last him over a month.

There was no way for him to possibly run out.

Right?

The human mind was terrible at judging scale past a certain point. Obviously, the mountain range was quite far, but how far could it possibly be? A day of walking, maybe two?

It took him 24 days of hiking just to reach the base of the mountain range.

During just those 24 days, he experienced so much suffering that, by the end, he was plagued by constant thoughts of giving up and turning around.

He thought he knew what it ant to be pushed ntally and physically. He had been woefully ignorant of just how much worse it could get.

First, eating nothing but oil was a terrible idea; his talent couldn't heal the explosive diarrhea out of him. At one point, he started snacking on tree bark to give at least so solidity to his stool. So solidity he got, as well as a week of constipated agony that nearly made him physically tear the solid chunk of wood out of his stomach.

While he had spectacularly misjudged the distance, that wasn't the only reason his journey took so long. The real issue was the snow, which ranged from knee-high at the shallowest to deep enough to fully sink into.

Adding his incredible weight to the equation only made the situation worse.

He had expected to run into animals, but that only happened once when surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. He took care of them quickly enough.

It was so damn hard to catch even a blink of sleep. The wind knocked him out of tall trees, and he would wake up buried in the snow if he tried sleeping on the ground. The despair drove him to get desperate, and eventually, he figured out sowhat of a solution. If he carved out a small space in the deeper parts of the snow, where it was packed enough to keep its shape, he could stay relatively warm and catch so rest.

But this wasn't a perfect solution.

Around two weeks in, an extre rainstorm struck, and he woke up with a flood of freezing water washing over him. His talent couldn't heal the cold away. Not even his undeath could save him if he was frozen solid. His brain would be destroyed by the formation of ice crystals.

Needless to say, having to suddenly do panicked jumping jacks in the dead of night in the slushy snow while frigid rain bathed him—just to stay warm enough not to die—didn't do any favors to his ntal state.

Just when he thought nothing else could catch him off guard, sothing utterly bizarre happened—he suddenly grew a full beard.

It was impossible to describe his confusion once he first noticed the layer of thick stubble. What the fuck could possibly cause that!? He wasn't a hairy guy. Not even his private area was all that bushy. Suddenly finding himself growing not only a beard but thick hair all across his body was a surprise, to say the least.

Did he pass so sort of sharp threshold in biological age? Did the cold do this sohow? Did his new face alter his psychological state so much it was reflecting on his body? Maybe a late reaction to Vitality's influence?

Eventually, after much pondering, he believed he knew what was causing this—it was the Adaptive Water Body technique.

Adaptive Water Body worked in mysterious ways. Its effect was mild but broad. It could help him adapt to new circumstances by affecting the way water moved in his body, and because it helped with the cold, he used it liberally. It likely transported extra nutrients to his hair follicles to help him cope with the intense cold. Frankly, it didn't really help much.

He always wanted so facial hair, so he didn't mind the beard… but the rest of it? He was becoming one bushy motherfucker. Especially down there.

Throughout his path to the mountain, his food reserves were rapidly dwindling. He had vastly underestimated the number of calories he would be spending.

When he finally found himself standing at the foot of the mountain 24 days in, he had already used 80 percent of the oil.

He would have to hunt for food from that point. Thankfully, so animals were around, mostly winter birds, that he felt relatively confident in catching. It would be great practice for his latent Hydraulic Throw.

While he missed more tis than he'd like to admit, he eventually caught a giant eagle. Thankfully, he had a lighter, so he could at least cook his food. It was still pure ass—it was gamy and tough as leather.

But it kept him going.

With his willpower at its limits, he decided to spend a few days in a nearby cave just to relax and let himself rest. His talent kept him physically well, but it could only do so much for his ntal state. He kept hunting and drying at to stock up on food during this ti.

He had no idea whether he was drying it properly, but even if it went bad in his ring, he wasn't going to die of food poisoning.

It didn't take long for him to continue his journey. Looking up from the mountain's base, it was tough to estimate how far up he'd have to climb. It didn't seem that bad, but he knew better than to expect it to be easy.

Yet still, his journey up was more hellish than he anticipated.

First, going uphill was obviously harder. The further up he went, the more the slopes turned into sheer cliffs, which were, to add insult to injury, glazed over with a sheet of solid ice, likely from the recent rainfall. He tried avoiding the cliffs and going up the slopes instead.

Terrible idea.

The first avalanche he got caught in nearly ended him right then and there. Banged up and buried under tons of snow that had packed into solid ice, he had to rely on his superior strength and makeshift tools of blood to pull himself out, and it still took him nearly half a day of digging to make it back to the surface.

On his second attempt, he went up the cliffs.

Terrible idea.

The sheet of ice made the climb miserable, and his makeshift blood tools kept breaking. His first dozen attempts all ended in him tumbling down a sharp decline; he could only survive due to his impressive resilience. But even then, bones got broken and the internal bleeding was enough to dye half his body blue.

He had been under the impression that the imperial army would be his biggest problem. Little did he know, the army had no reason to scout the mountains. They were, all on their own, more than enough to stop people from going back and forth.

But Freddy wasn't just anyone.

Every ti he caught a glimpse of himself in the fragile ice, he felt his resolve thicken. It was incredible how much of an impact a superficial change in appearance could make on his ntal strength.

He was a man.

And he felt like a man, more than ever before.

And just like a man, he would suppress all the bad emotions and push through what was probably unnecessary suffering because his pride was too inflated to look for alternatives.

He kept climbing and falling. Eventually, he got good enough to climb more than he fell.

His clothes were starting to seriously deteriorate. Thankfully, he hadn't skimped out on proper footwear, otherwise his soles would have been scraped off by that point. But the rest of his clothing wasn't doing so well. He kept having to patch it up, and if this continued, he feared he'd reach his goal naked. The only spare set of clothing he had was far too thin to keep him warm.

A week in, the second avalanche he was caught in pretty much wholly reset his progress, and yet again, he wasted hours digging himself out. But he got back up and kept going.

More ti passed. The winter was getting harsher.

Sleeping on the mountain's slopes was even more challenging than in the forest. But the more ti he spent there, the more resourceful he got.

After two more weeks of climbing, he was around halfway up the mountain. Another two weeks later, he was close to the peak. The air was getting thinner. Breathing was becoming more difficult. It was fucking freezing. But he kept going.

On so days, the snow prevented him from seeing further than a handful of ters away, but on others, the sky cleared, and he could see the endless expanse around him.

Few people really understood what it ant for the planet to be so massive. Getting up on a high vantage point ant that Freddy could see all the way to Nova York—even far out into the ocean. Everything got kinda blue after a while, and it was hard telling features apart; still, a miracle to behold.

Places where it was sunny, places where it was cloudy—stormy, with its mighty thunder looking like nothing but the flickers of static from this far away. Settlents so tiny they barely stood out from the never-ending wilderness around them. Mountains so tall they made even the one he was currently climbing seem pathetic in comparison.

He was running low on food, but he hoped that going down would be far faster once he was over the peak.

One small problem, though—going over the peak was practically impossible.

At first glance, there seed to be so many obvious paths he could take to get to the other side. So many places looked like valleys from a distance, but up close, there was always a steep bridge no matter where he went. And he always encountered the sa problem—the wind licking across the very peaks of the mountain range was impossible to overco.

The speeds at which it was blowing were so dreadful that he simply couldn't remain attached to the surface, no matter how hard he tried. And it couldn't blow him across to the other side because the wind couldn't carry him. It just detached him from the stone and sent him tumbling down.

There were a few areas that really looked like it should be easy peasy, but nope. It just never was. And this wasn't due to a lack of strength, either. He could hold on to the stone—the stone just couldn't hold on to the rest of the mountain. He could alleviate this issue by taking it really slow, but the winds were dreadfully icy, so cold that his eyes froze, blinding him and making it impossible to see where he was going.

He tried waiting for the wind to stop, but it just wouldn't, almost as if there was a constant stream that specifically moved across the top of the mountain range, from the east to west, a neverending current of frosty gale.

At so points, it almost felt like the entire Northern Spine was deliberately designed to be as impassable as possible.

But it seed like it shouldn't be that big of a deal. There should be a simple way he wasn't thinking of. Just another day of waiting, and a solution would reveal itself.

However, the longer the search dragged on, the more he lost hope.

This high up, there were no animals to hunt. There were no plants to forage. He was running out of food, and given how desperately the cells in his body were working to stop him from freezing to death, he needed a lot of calories to stay alive.

As he walked along the edge of greatness, despair settled in his heart. The mirage of salvation was all too vivid for him to co to terms with the final obstacle.

Just when he thought he had no choice but to turn around, a miracle appeared.

He found a passage.

Not over the mountain, but into the interspace.

There was one sowhat insane idea he could try. There was just a small problem with it—failure ant death.

Still, with all the resolve he could muster, he delved into the wild passage. Thankfully, it was filled with relatively weak monsters. The mountain range, and the areas around it, were an ether desert, with very few passages to be found, and the realms those passages took to weren't all that rich in ether, either.

After slaughtering a whole army of tiny, sheep-like monsters, he collected a decent pool of blood. He stashed a couple of bodies for food, then he returned outside and used Blood Sacrifice.

A four-ter-tall Bloodshed appeared on the peak of the mountain. It picked Freddy up and raised him high. Then, using all the power it had, it threw him over the peak.

As soon as he reached the intense current, his trajectory sharply skewed westward, and the frigid winds froze the whole surface of his body, rapidly draining him of heat and turning his skin into a shell of solid ice. He kept accelerating sideways, and if it weren't for his abnormal body density, he would have likely kept getting dragged along with the stream of wind.

He slamd into the slopes, his skin cracking apart like an eggshell and scattering as he rolled downhill, tumbling until he finally escaped the icy clutch of the peak's stream. He was paralyzed. His skin, ear drums, and eyes were severely damaged, leaving him without any feeling in his body other the stony grasp of bone-chilling cold.

His released the blood stored in the depths of his Pool of Blood, moving it through his limbs to thaw his body, and eventually, he recovered enough to move and start the healing process.

Once his eyes finally lted and reford into usable sensory organs, he felt a semblance of relief. He had made it to the other side of the mountain. But it was a cloudy day, and the fog made it hard to see down the Northern Belt.

But as he slowly made his way down, the clouds scattered, giving him a clear view. It was the middle of the day, but the sun was just barely reaching his back over the tall peaks behind him. He slowly lowered himself and sat into the snow as he took a deep breath and scouted the path before him.

It was very different from looking down south.

Once again, he found his breath taken away, but rather than pure awe, the sight inspired a feeling of anxiety and insignificance.

And a deep, primal fear.

Tall, jagged mountains were scattered throughout the whole horizon, with snow and ice covering every inch that he could see, barring a bit of ocean he spotted far to the east. He couldn't tell where the Northern Belt ended and where the Frozen Wastes began, but given how much more mountainous the region beca the further out he looked, he estimated that the furthest point he could see was unfathomably distant from any human settlents.

"Wow…" he muttered unwittingly, swallowing hard at the thought of what might be living there. The region right beside the Northern Belt was poor in ether, but the closer one went to the center of the Frozen Wastes, the thicker it beca. Even five-stars would struggle to reach all the way to the center.

There were stories of giant monsters—powers that could threaten the most valiant of mankind's defenders—living deep in the Frozen Wastes. The only thing that kept them from coming this way was the poor ether density and low quality of prey.

Shaking his head, he took his thoughts off such subjects and focused on the area close to the base of the mountain. From what he could see, there was quite a trek to the nearest settlent, but with the goal finally in sight, he felt his spirits rise and his legs tremble in excitent.

Thankfully for him, it was much easier to tumble down the side of a mountain than it was to climb up.

By the end of the next day, he was eating wolf at at the base.

After another two weeks, which felt like a vacation compared to what he had gone through before, he finally stepped on an asphalt road.

He imdiately fell to his knees and broke down, weeping tears of pure joy. He hadn't been keeping an exact track of days, but that had taken ages to finish, roughly around three months.

Three fucking months. He thought it would take days.

Now that he was so close to civilization, he finally allowed himself to relax a bit. Soon enough, it would all be over.

But actually, it took him another week of walking to get to the closest settlent. Throughout that ti, not even a single vehicle passed the road he was on, which likely ant this was a path that took through the border, which he now guessed had to go through a tunnel or sothing.

The roads were thankfully inscribed with simple runes that kept the snow off, sparing him having to wade through more of that white shit.

After finally reaching a settlent, he was relieved but also sowhat perturbed. He got a peek into the town from a nearby forest, and what he saw shocked him.

The streets were relatively well maintained. The buildings looked new and clean. There were kids with backpacks walking around.

For mont, he thought he might have accidentally swapped directions and gone the wrong way, but that obviously wasn't the case.

This place looked so ordinary. He didn't know what he expected, but kids going to school alone wasn't high on the list. From the rumors, he expected to enter a lawless zone of rampant banditry, but the stories were likely more than a little exaggerated. And that made sense.

People had been living here for a long ti; just because there was a lot of cri, that didn't an that it was a freakin' anarchy.

And that posed a problem.

His clothes were in absolute tatters. Holes and tears were present in every article, and wire made of his own blood was the only thing keeping it all together. He slled like shit. Add the ssy beard and long hair, and he looked like an absolute hobo.

He had a change of clothes in the storage ring. It was the jeans and white T-shirt. He had no shampoo, but he could create so water and wash the gunk off his body.

So he did that. He was about to throw the tattered clothes away, but his little skeleton companion interrupted him.

"Don't throw the clothes away," Bloodshed said.

"Huh? Why not?"

"Check the Netherecho."

With a raised eyebrow, Freddy complied. What he saw there shocked him.

His clothes had turned into a bona fide cursed item. It wasn't fully ford, however. It had rely accumulated a lot of aura, mostly of frost and water ether. At this point, it was just a raw material that still had to be processed to beco a true cursed item.

"Holy shit," he said as he chuckled. "At least I got sothing for all that work. Thanks for telling , chief, I'd have never thought to look."

"I live to serve you, Master."

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a chuckle. "I love you too."

While his hair and beard were still ssy, he could only make them look worse by cutting them himself. After an extra round of washing and pulling out random chunks of debris, he looked clean enough.

With a final look at himself on a polished ice surface, he scoffed. Hairy, bulky, and honestly kind of scary.

What a different person he had beco.