The Unlucky Alvin

Chapter 815: The Unlucky Alvin

Alvin really had frozen himself. To be on the safe side, he had cast Blizzard three times in a row. The area within three kilometers of Cobra Base had become a dead zone.

What Alvin didn't know was that even though he'd tried to make the safe distance as large as possible, his supposed five-kilometer safety radius wasn't actually safe.

That was the downside of being unprofessional. Without an accurate figure, it was easy to bring bad luck down on yourself.

Half of Alvin's body leaned against the enormous sphere that had broken free from Cobra Base and sunk to the seabed. Casually, he channeled the refined energy he'd gained from leveling up into his brain, enhancing his Vigor, then unlocked three Elemental Skills: Volcano Blast, Cyclone Armor, and Twister.

As Alvin busied himself, the Thorn Spirit on his body kept emitting a silver glow to protect him from the heat.

The other half of his body, however, was frozen inside the ice he'd created.

The cold didn't hurt him too badly. His body's resistance allowed him to easily withstand the lingering effects of the cold wave he'd caused.

Still, the situation was incredibly awkward for Alvin. This was what it truly meant to be caught between fire and ice.

Taking advantage of the heat radiating from the Artificial Sun, Alvin struggled to pull his frozen body out of the ice, then managed to move around a little in the cramped space.

Venom did Alvin a solid this time. With a pained wail, it enveloped his entire body.

This degree of being caught between fire and ice was more than it could handle, but the little guy still bravely rushed out because Alvin needed to breathe...

Alvin had nearly gotten himself killed through sheer incompetence.