White Album
Fugo and Narancia hurriedly left the station.
Li Qing is trapped inside the station, and they now have the mission of finding ice to rescue their companion.
In search of ice, Fugo and Narancia ran swiftly along the road, looking around for places where they might find ice.
Although six o'clock is a good time to do breakfast business, European merchants who value personal enjoyment and believe that life is more important than work do not seem to be in a hurry to make money from such hard work from early morning to late at night.
Most of the shops on the street were closed, and the two walked a long way without finding a single shop where they could borrow ice.
Finally, after crossing the entire street...
"There's a bar there, open 24 hours!"
Narancia could see the illuminated sign indicating that the shop was open for business from afar.
"A bar? Great!"
"If it's a bar, it will definitely have ice stored inside."
A hint of joy unconsciously appeared on Fugo's face.
As the resistance's marathon progressed, he seemed to have forgotten how, just three days prior, Li Qing had forced him to start the race with a starting pistol pointed at his head.
The previous grudges had long since vanished in the course of battle, and now Fugo instinctively thought of his comrades.
"Let's go, quickly take the ice back!"
Without saying a word, Fugo immediately rushed into the bar with Narancia.
This bar is quite large, with a spacious hall, neatly arranged seats, and a bar counter lined with a dazzling array of bottles.
Looking out, you can vaguely see the clean kitchen through the open door, indicating that this bar also offers dining services.
But now the store is very deserted.
There's no way around it; even though it's open 24 hours, no alcoholic would be interested in coming here to drink at 6 a. m.
When Fugo and Narancia entered the bar, there wasn't a single customer in the huge bar, except for a sleepy-eyed bartender standing behind the counter.
Upon seeing someone come in at this time, he was slightly taken aback at first, then said in a rather irritating tone:
"Hey, hey."
"We don't serve little devils here!"
The bartender stared impatiently at Fugo and Narancia, scrutinizing their youthful faces from head to toe:
"Are you all still minors? Don't even think about touching alcohol, you kids who haven't even grown up yet!"
"These young people nowadays dress so sloppily and slovenly, yet they still want to imitate adults and go to bars."
He kept shouting, somewhat cynically.
But Fugo and Narancia had no interest in the wine-selling uncle.
"We're not here to drink."
Time was of the essence, so Fugo went straight up and got to the point:
Do you have any ice?
"We urgently need ice."
"Ice? Of course."
"There are plenty in the freezer, they're all for chilling wine."
The bartender subconsciously pointed to the freezer on the bar behind him.
But he quickly realized something with a strange expression:
"Hey, this is a liquor store, ice isn't sold separately!"
"Fine."
Fugo replied casually:
"I didn't say I wanted to buy it with money."
"Huh?" The bartender was slightly taken aback.
But Fugo had already braced himself against the table with his hand, and his whole body flew into the air and flipped behind the bar.
Ignoring the bartender's bewildered expression, he hurriedly opened the freezer and took out a large bag of ice.
"What?! A robbery?!"
After his initial surprise, the bartender instinctively tried to rush forward to stop him.
But he ran headlong into a transparent, hard wall, its surface uneven and feeling like a muscular giant.
That's definitely Purple Haze.
Fugo had Purple Haze push the troublesome bartender aside, then turned around and threw the ice cube into Narancia's arms, who was waiting outside the bar.
After Narancia caught the large bag of ice, Fugo turned to the bartender who had been ushered out of the bar and said:
"Feel sorry."
Fugo, who comes from a prestigious family, is quite polite when he's not angry.
"I really don't have any money on me."
"The situation is urgent, so this is a loan."
With the guidance and help from that "invisible evil spirit," the bartender's attitude immediately softened.
He readily agreed to Fugo's request to borrow ice, then turned around and fled through the back door of the bar as if he had seen a ghost.
Fugo had no time to deal with anything else.
He turned back and took out two large bags of ice from the freezer. After deciding it was enough, he said to Narancia without turning back:
"Narancia, let's go."
"Uh-huh."
For some reason, Narancia's voice was trembling:
"It's so cold. No."
"I didn't even feel cold; my body felt like it was frozen."
"Are you kidding me?"
"You only brought a bag of ice and you're already this cold?"
"Narancia, are you sick?"
Fugo turned around, still holding the ice cubes, muttering complaints about Narancia's exaggerated remarks.
However, the moment he turned around, that nonchalant expression instantly froze on his face:
Suddenly, a strangely dressed man walked into the shop.
He was covered from head to toe in white ice armor, stood on a pair of hard ice blades, and had a transparent ice crystal mask covering his face. A visible chill lingered around him at all times.
With each step he took, the terrifying white frost covered everything around him.
A terrifying chill spread like a tide across the ground and the seats.
Narancia only slightly touched the cold air, and his hair and eyebrows were already covered with a dense layer of ice flowers.
In his words, the temperature was so low that people didn't even feel cold before their bodies started to stiffen.
"Yes, they are the enemy."
Narancia was clearly aware of what was happening.
He shivered as he struggled to walk toward Fugo, trying to get further away from the biting cold wind coming from behind him.
But just as Narancia retreated to the edge of the bar, the man clad in ice armor, along with Bai Shuang, approached them step by step.
Finally, Fugo and Narancia both saw the man's face hidden behind the transparent mask.
His face held a barely suppressed rage, but even more so, an undisguised murderous intent.
"Fugo, Narancia."
"Purple Haze, Aerosmith."
The other party immediately stated Fugo and Narancia's names and their Stands.
His tone was cold and sharp, sounding both like a demonstration and a provocation.
"My name is Ghiaccio."
Ghiaccio revealed his name.
At the same time, his murderous eyes were also fixed on the ice blocks in Fugo and Narancia's arms:
"You're looking for ice, right?"
"Perfect timing, I have some here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chilling aura surrounding Ghiaccio suddenly burst forth like a whirlwind.
The temperature in the entire bar plummeted to freezing point in the chill, and the already rampant white frost spread rapidly like a flood.
They came with ill intentions.
Both Fugo and Narancia felt immense pressure from each other.
But they were naturally not afraid, even though frost had covered the entire world.
"No."
Purple Haze and Aerosmith took their positions.
Fugo and Narancia stared intently at Ghiaccio, their stances unwavering.
"We've already got a box of ice, so you can just get lost with your ice shell!"
"Hehe."
Ghiaccio laughed coldly.
He chose to cause trouble for Fugo and Narancia because he had information about them and knew that his Stand ability could subtly restrain his enemies.
He will not lose this battle, and he cannot afford to lose it.
One serving of ice isn't enough!
"It's not powerful enough at all."
Ghiaccio leaped forward and unleashed a powerful punch at his enemy, who was already in a fighting stance.
"Let me give you double the happiness—"
"White Album!"
PS: Substitute Panel
Stand's name: "White Album"
Ontology - Ghiaccio
Destructive power: A
Speed: C
Range: C
Endurance: A
Motion precision: E
Growth potential: E
The Stand manifests as an outer armor formed by condensing air, capable of stopping bullets. It has ice skates on its feet for rapid gliding.
Stands can rapidly lower the surrounding temperature (down to near absolute zero) or restore frozen objects.
Although it's a stand-in designed to lower the temperature, the inside of the armor seems quite comfortable.