[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Grey Icy Monster

Xion’s fist curled up, a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. His eyes were locked onto a Nine-foot-tall monster.

Its wrinkled grey skin was frozen into thick blades of ice, and with the way it was moving so nimbly, it was obvious that the freezing cold had little to no effect on its mobility.

Unlike Xion, the monster’s feet moved freely, while his own seemed frozen stiff.

Standing in the frozen lands without shoes was never a good decision but so was wearing the wet shoes!

All he wanted to do was wear a new pair of shoes, yet the time didn’t spare him that mercy.

Now on his bare feet, he lunged forward, the cold bit deep into his red soles. It was as if a thousand needles were prickling at once. His breath came out in heavy gasps, visible in the icy air as clouds of mist.

He could barely feel his toes anymore, but the monster wasn’t going to wait for him to adjust.

It snarled, ice blades cracking along its limbs as it moved.

Xion forced his legs to obey, stumbling to the left just in time to dodge a sweeping claw that would have taken his head clean off. The beast’s hand crashed into the boulder behind him, splintering the surface into jagged shards.

One of those splinters flew down and pierced into his bare foot, but with the numbness spreading to his ankles the blood flowing down only made him feel slightly warm.

"Think, Xion. Think," he muttered to himself, teeth chattering as he backed away, trying to hide himself under the cover of his big coat and the rocky edges.

Fighting it head-on wasn’t an option — not with his feet numb and his fists trembling from the cold. Maybe I should have brought a grenade with me!

But the system was still nowhere to be called.

The monster’s grey skin was diamond-hard, and no matter how sharp his mana threads were, they proved useless against the brute.

Repeatedly using his mana had only drained him further, and worse, it seemed to fuel the rage simmering in the monster’s red eyes.

His eyes flicked around the desolate tundra. Snow stretched endlessly, but the boulder broken by the monster protruded like broken teeth now, glimmering with sharpness.

His gaze locked onto that tip which was like a huge knife.

The monster let out a loud growl, perhaps irritated by the constant buzzing fly it couldn’t smack to death and lunged again.

Xion forced his heart to hold still as he threw himself sideways, sliding on the slick surface as claws raked past him, inches from his back.

However, this time, he wasn’t as lucky. With numb feet, he slipped directly onto the snow-covered ground, falling against the broken knife-like rock.

When he hastily raised his head, the monster’s jagged teeth were in his view, ready to bite his head off.

Just then a ding sounded in his mind.

’System! Give me a weapon!’

As his voice fell, the monster pounced at him with urgency, and at the same time, a special spear materialized in his hand.

He grabbed the hilt with both hands, its sharp end elongating as mana surged through it.

He lay there with his breath trapped in his throat, watching as the sharp blade pierced through the icy beast’s chest.

That was when he created a rope of mana and entangled it around the huge feet, forcing the beast to stagger forward.

The sudden gust of wind caused him to shiver. I hate cold...