Catalog Waifu Mission Hell Difficulty

He was freezing but the cold could be ignored. It only made men harder right? It forced him to struggle or die.

Who did this to him? Zack wasn't asking about the company he had a feeling that a patron was involved. How did he end up in the lands of always winter?

Of all the places to send him this might be something he would choose.

Zack took a loan to survive his Intensity 10 run in Game of Thrones. Besides the loan, he had no points to spend. He only had 10pts enough to buy soul talent.

He didn't know he would drop into the land of always winter in a cave.

Mission: Prevent or win the Long Night.

What did the company gain from the mission?

He tried to focus on something positive. Zack was fucking freezing.

It was a dream come true it was a pure wish-fulfillment fantasy. So why was he freezing to death in a cave?

Well, Zack worked in a Deli not a law firm. Lawyers were in short supply willing to work for free on his behalf.

So what was he going to do?

Well, that was obvious he was going to stop the long night. It didn't matter that they tried to screw him.

He always wanted to be a hero.

The area was covered in a perpetual blizzard. If he took two steps outside he would be blinded. He was also quickly freezing to death.

Zack couldn't feel his fingers or toes and was starting to feel warm those were all bad signs. He was dying after barely stepping foot in the world.

He wasn't without options. Zack had his little soul-based system but he was never really talented in it. Soul talent changed that.

He had an idea of what to do.

Zack had never felt talented before. Nothing clicked into place like Soul Talent had.

Souls created, manipulated, and consumed pressure. Cracks opened around him as he reached out.

He held his hands out and crushed his pressure. Sparks flashed and burned his fingers as he struggled. Zack wanted to feed everything to the flames but restrained himself.

The sparks fed on his pressure.

A single flame emerged in the cave lighting flickering shadows on the wall.

Blackened fingers appeared clasping the flame. He felt the warmth on his face and struggled to hold it.

Was this the price of freedom?

His hands were dead. Zack cursed his luck.

In his hand the flame rested but what happens when he fell asleep?

Zack stared at the cave's mouth. Ice and snow fell constantly. In that wind, his flame would go out quickly.

There were rocks near the back of the cave. Maybe if he piled them in front of the entrance he could heat the room.

Zack turned toward the back where he saw shapes in the darkness. There were rocks and bones. Iced over Human bodies filled the back of the cave. Some of the bodies had fur coats on.

All of them had weapons made of bronze. A few had chainmail, iron weapons, and black cloaks.

Zack stepped back. The bodies were stacked 25 high and 20 thick. All they were waiting for was a necromancer to raise them.

Between them was a path paved with ice. At its end, he saw a door made of stone with a handle made of glittering ice.

This place was storage for the army of the dead. To the sides of the cage were the rocks he was looking for.

Zack pulled at one of the coats but it was frozen solid. There wasn't a chance he was getting it off a corpse.

He stared at his hands and saw some pink flesh mixed with the black. Maybe he wasn't as bad off as he assumed.

Eventually, the Wight would come here and raise the bodies.

Zack could only do one thing at a time. He worked piling up rocks.

It was getting easier to keep the flame lit as he worked. He was starting to get comfortable with the flame.

Zack had an idea that could help him survive but it was going to be grizzly.

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Fat sizzled in a depression on the floor. He was aware of the fats burning from his soul flame. He felt like it was him hungrily consuming human fat.

Zack knew what he would have to do. He thought he could tell the difference in how long the bodies had been frozen by the frost on the bodies. One of the stacks was newer than the others.

He closed his eyes aware of the flame burning.

Zack dreamed he was fire burning through fat and the oxygen in the air. Something else fueled him. It was what he was made of only less active.

Zack awoke warm but in terrible pain. He could do it, he could survive. All he had to do was cross every moral line.

The company were dicks for accepting his application. They especially loved his temporal door intensity.

Once he left an area he could be transported to a different time and space.

Why would he agree to this?

Zack cursed his past self and raised his hand. The flame leaped from the ground and hovered over his hand. It was a strange feeling to know what the flame wanted.

How many other places were like this one? Did the army of the dead have millions? Were they smarter?

The night king had thousands of years to build cashes of soldiers. Was that why he was here?

Stopping or ending the long night might be more difficult than usual.

Zack felt his stomach growl and cut off more fat from one of the corpses. Burning with the flame in his hand didn't fill his stomach. It felt like it did.

Zack checked his status. It was one of the few things that came free.

Zack

Soul: lvl1

Mass: 1000

Density: 1

Pressure: 1.25

He should have started at mass 100 but he had 10 times that.

Zack stated at his Mass and saw no increase until after an hour.

Mass: 1001

No of course he didn't have passive gains like that.

So where did it come from?

Zack shivered and glared at the door. The room started cooling again. It was the mystical ice.

Somehow the bodies remained mostly frozen.

He piled up hunks of fat and cast his flame into them. Zack watched the ice melt and the fat breaks down and bubble. The room smelled like frying bacon and he was getting hungry.

It was only the first day. How long could he last? Would the storm break before the Wight came back to store more bodies?

Maybe he should compress his Mass and increase Density.

Zack watched the fat sizzle and melt along with the ice.