Odyssey Of Survival - Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 198 Snow Queen
The portal pulsed again.

And from its swirling center, something massive moved.

Three.

Three massive creatures stepped through—each one nearly twice the size of a man, their bodies pulsing with blackened muscle, veined with glowing green lines that throbbed with energy. But what stood out the most… were their tails.

Three.

Each of them had three large, armored tails swaying behind them like serpents ready to strike.

“Three-tailed Gorvaks,” Nate muttered, eyes narrowing.

Panic shot through the group. Murmurs broke out. Even Ryder took a half-step back.

“No way,” Amara whispered. “One of those almost wiped us all out three months ago…”

“And now we got three,” Ray said, clenching his fists.

Before they could even wrap their heads around it, the portal pulsed again—twice, harder this time.

BOOM.

A fourth stepped out.

Then a fifth.

Five.

Five three-tailed Gorvaks stood at the heart of the city, surrounding Zoro like sentinels of doom. Their tails scraped the ground, their eyes burned with fury, and the very presence of them sent the concrete trembling.

Everything froze.

Even the wind.

Only one person moved.

Alice.

She stepped forward, calm, controlled.

Her expression unreadable.

She had been slicing through two-tailed Gorvaks moments before, leaving them to the others. But now… she stopped. Her body turned toward the threat.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t call out.

She just faced them.

Three months ago, one of these monsters had nearly killed her—left her bloodied and broken on the island floor. She had barely survived.

But this wasn’t three months ago.

This was Earth.

And Alice had changed.

The old man from the ice realm had unlocked something within her. And now… she finally understood it. Not just the power, but the knowledge behind it. She’d grasped it completely.

She was no longer the same girl from that island.

The first of the five Gorvaks growled.

Its tails whipped once, and then it charged.

It didn’t wait for orders. It didn’t strategize. To the beast, this white-haired girl was nothing more than a pest buzzing before them.

A bug to crush.

Green energy wrapped around its giant fist as it lunged forward. The ground beneath its feet cracked with every step. With a roar, it slammed its fist toward her.

But Alice… was calm.

She took in a slow breath, then raised her hand.

CRACK.

A shimmering wall of ice burst up in front of her—clear, sharp, and glowing faintly blue.

The Gorvak’s fist struck the wall—and was launched backwards.

It flew across the air like it had been hit by a truck, slamming into a nearby building. A shockwave blasted out as its body cracked through stone, and its green energy flickered out completely.

It groaned, slowly rising to its feet—but its right arm shook violently, twitching with each movement.

“What the hell…” Ryder breathed.

Madison, still holding her glowing crystal bow, paused as she looked over from where she’d been helping the others. Five three-tailed Gorvaks against Alice alone?

That wasn’t just a tough fight.

It was suicide.

But Alice didn’t seem afraid. Her eyes were fixed on them. Ice began to gather at her feet, swirling in beautiful patterns.

The other four Gorvaks screeched at once, their tails vibrating in perfect rhythm.

They charged.

All five of them.

The ground cracked beneath them as they moved in unison—like a wall of pure destruction crashing forward.

Alice’s hair whipped wildly in the wind. Her coat flared out behind her as she slowly lifted into the air, levitating above the concrete battlefield. Her fingers moved calmly over her chest—and then, something ancient awakened.

A cold blue light surged from her body.

Ice, not like before, but older, more refined—etched with runes and ancient symbols—spread across her chest and shoulders like armor.

A circular ice shield formed around her, floating pieces locking into place with precision and grace, as if responding to her heartbeat.

Then a sword appeared in her hand.

Long, translucent, with shifting snowflakes swirling inside the blade.

The people watching from bunkers around the world couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

News broadcasters stopped speaking.

Families huddled together in silence.

Children stared wide-eyed at the girl floating on-screen.

She looked… divine.

No longer just Alice.

She looked like something out of myth.

A cold goddess.

Madison’s lips parted slightly. “What… what is she?”

Nate didn’t respond.

Neither did Sera, who stood just behind him, stunned.

The five Gorvaks didn’t care for the beauty of it.

They only knew rage.

Destruction.

And now, they saw her as a threat.

Together, they rushed her.

Alice looked at them with emotionless eyes.

Then, for the first time… she smiled.

Not out of joy.

But out of resolve.

A cold, heartless, beautiful smile.

“Let’s dance,” she whispered.

And then she charged.

Alice’s sword sliced cleanly through the first Gorvak’s arm like a blade through mist.

The beast had underestimated her, swatting lazily at the glowing blade as if it were some annoying insect. But what it didn’t realize… was that Alice was no longer the same frightened girl it almost destroyed months ago.

Her ice sword shimmered with a cold so pure it hummed.

As the Gorvak’s severed hand dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, it turned to look at the wound in disbelief. Green energy sparked from its exposed flesh, trying to regenerate—but it was too late.

Alice was already on the move.

With a single step, she vanished in a flicker of frost.

Then reappeared behind the creature.

A gust of wind, then silence.

A single, horizontal slash of her sword—fluid, elegant, merciless.

The Gorvak’s body stiffened. A thin line of white frost traced across its chest.

Then it fell.

Its massive frame crashed to the ground, split from shoulder to hip, lifeless and cold.

The battlefield froze.

Literally.

A thin mist spread around Alice, painting the air with tiny ice crystals. The remaining four Gorvaks backed away instinctively. They weren’t used to fear—but now they felt it, buried deep in whatever dark thing passed for their hearts.

“Alice… just killed it,” Nate muttered.

“With two moves,” Bella whispered, eyes wide.

“She’s on a whole other level,” Madison said, barely blinking.

One of the four remaining Gorvaks lunged.

Alice turned calmly as its claws came down toward her face. It moved fast—blindingly fast. A blur of green muscle and flashing teeth.

Alice raised her arm.

CLANG!

The claws struck her chestplate—an ancient, rune-etched armor formed from ice older than anything on Earth.

The impact rang out like metal against a bell. Sparks flew.

And Alice was pushed back—skidding slightly in midair, her feet gliding over frozen wind.

But the armor held. Not even a scratch.

The Gorvak growled and jumped back, realizing it had gained nothing.

Alice exhaled slowly.

The remaining four circled her now, smarter. Cautious.

They moved in unison, taking positions on all sides. Three in front. One behind.

She floated above them, the wind whipping her silver hair around her face like a halo of snow.

Then they moved.

Together.

Twelve tails surged.

Sixteen claws swiped.

Four jaws snapped open, glowing with green fire.

Alice smiled.

And the air cracked.

She thrust her hand downward and the ice responded like a living creature. Giant spikes erupted from the ground, weaving in spirals around her like a frozen cyclone. She spun once in the air and flung her blade outward.

The ice reacted.

Sharp ribbons of frost formed midair, twisting like serpents. One of the Gorvaks roared and tried to swat them aside—but the frost ribbons looped around its arm, binding it tight, then yanked it downward with brutal force.

Alice descended like a comet, blade first.

She struck the creature’s neck in a clean downward arc—her sword passing through scales, bone, and muscle like paper.

Second kill.

The creature’s head rolled across the cracked pavement, its body crashing behind it.

The other three Gorvaks howled in unison and rushed her from three angles.

Too late.

Alice’s body twisted midair, impossibly flexible, as she flipped backward. The wind beneath her bent in sharp patterns—ice magic trailing her like comet tails. Her sword vanished for a moment, then reformed in her other hand, longer, glowing even brighter.

She landed on the back of one Gorvak, dug her heels into its spine, and slammed her palm on its head.

“Ice Seal: Fracture Core.”

Her voice echoed.

A symbol glowed under her palm—and then a burst of pure freezing energy surged into the creature’s skull. Its brain froze in an instant. Green light flickered and died in its eyes. It collapsed mid-step, stone dead.

Third kill.

The last two three-tailed Gorvaks didn’t wait this time.

They screamed and lunged at the same time, one from the left, the other from above.

Alice ducked low, slid under the swipe of one, and kicked off the ground.

In the same motion, she created an entire staircase of floating ice platforms in the air and launched herself upward, dancing between them like a ghost, flipping midair to avoid the claws from the second one.

She landed on a rooftop, crouched, calm.

The Gorvaks tried to follow.

One jumped.

Alice extended her hand and whispered something in a strange language.

The sky flashed.

A massive ice spear materialized above her—jagged, ancient, and dripping frost like blood.

It plunged downward with the speed of a meteor.

The Gorvak never saw it coming.

CRASH!

It pinned the creature to the street below, impaling it clean through the chest. It writhed once, then stopped moving.

Fourth kill.

The final one landed behind her.

Alice turned.

This one was smarter. Its tails spun wildly behind it, creating a shield of kinetic force. Its body glowed darker green than the others. It was faster, tougher.

The leader.

The strongest.

It launched forward, faster than any of the others had moved.

But Alice didn’t blink.

She took a step forward—then vanished.

Literally.

Her entire body turned into snowflakes that scattered in the wind.

The Gorvak paused, confused.

Then Alice reformed behind it.

“Wrong direction.”

Her sword glowed brighter than ever.

With a whisper of wind, she plunged it into the center of the beast’s back—where its energy pulsed the strongest.

The blade dug in… and shattered the core.

The Gorvak screeched, its body spasming violently before it exploded into a cloud of frozen dust.

Fifth kill.

Alice landed softly, knees bent, sword resting by her side.

Silence.

Complete, utter silence.

All across the battlefield, even the humans had stopped moving.

Every single person—Ryder, Amara, Bella, Ray, Elena, Madison, even Sera—stared at her like they had seen a miracle.

No one said a word.

Not even Zoro.

In bunkers all across the world, people stood frozen in front of screens.

A girl.

Just one girl.

Had defeated five three-tailed Gorvaks in less than five minutes.

Without a scratch.

The camera zoomed on her.

Alice, standing tall, surrounded by mist, her blade gleaming, her breath cold in the air.

And for the first time, people watching whispered the word that would be etched into history from this day on.

“Goddess.”

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