Unscientific Ability

The title "White Album: Silent Cry" might lead an average person to believe it describes a bittersweet and entangled love story of youth.

But in reality, this is the killing technique that Ghiaccio is most proud of.

The so-called White Album probably refers to the portraits of the enemy displayed in a white-framed funeral hall.

The phrase "Silent Cry" likely describes the enemy's family members secretly wiping away tears at a funeral.

Because once this move is revealed, it often brings the enemy the despair of death.

"White Album: Silent Cry!"

The temperature around Ghiaccio suddenly dropped silently.

Those tiny, densely packed bullets were originally hurtling towards Ghiaccio like a storm, almost ready to pierce through the only unprotected ventilation hole at the back of his neck in the next second.

However, this fierce storm stopped, became chaotic, and scattered halfway through its journey.

The bullet seemed to have hit some kind of transparent barrier, suddenly changing direction in mid-air.

Not only did they change direction, but the bullets also flew and collided around Ghiaccio, bouncing back and forth between some solid object that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang

The sound of a bullet striking an object echoed continuously in space.

The sound was so clear, so terrifying.

But all people can see are the bullets colliding back and forth in the air; they can't see the invisible barriers that cause the bullets to constantly change direction.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Narancia's face was filled with horror.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

In that frozen air, Ghiaccio grinned menacingly:

"Narancia, your strategy of aiming at my vents is correct."

"But you probably don't know this—extremely low temperatures can freeze everything!"

"Even a high-speed train can stop, and a stormy sea can calm down. That's what makes my White Album so perfect!"

"And in an extremely cold world, nothing can remain in motion!"

"Floating gas will turn into flowing liquid, and flowing liquid will become completely still at low temperatures, turning into a hard solid."

Amidst the rapid, ricocheting bullets and the intense drumbeats, Ghiaccio calmly delivered a science lesson to Narancia.

And Narancia finally realized something with horror from the shock:

"That voice."

"That's the sound of a bullet being reflected back by the air!"

He shuddered all over.

Meanwhile, Ghiaccio continued to laugh ostentatiously:

"That's right. Incidentally, it starts to solidify at around -210 degrees Celsius in the air."

"Didn't you see the air around me stop? Look carefully!"

Pointing to the almost transparent solid air around him, Ghiaccio arrogantly demonstrated the principle behind his ability.

Besides explaining the facts, he even added a couple of sarcastic remarks:

"Narancia, the intelligence says you're not doing well in your studies."

"That won't do. As Stand User, how can you not even know such basic scientific knowledge?"

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Narancia was so terrified by the enemy's astonishing abilities that he was at a loss for what to do.

But Fugo couldn't help but roar in his heart:

The Science of Freezing Air at Extremely Low Temperatures

Science my ass!

The air is 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, and the remaining 1% is negligible.

However, nitrogen should be a white, snow-like solid after freezing at ultra-low temperatures, while oxygen should be a light blue, transparent crystal after freezing at ultra-low temperatures.

How come when I get to you, the air freezes and becomes colorless and transparent?

If we leave that question aside, why do solids that have frozen in the air still float around you instead of falling to the ground due to gravity?

It's so powerful that it can freeze air into a gravity-defying floating shield, and no one can see the location of that solid air with the naked eye, so they can't find any loopholes to bypass the barrier.

This is not only unscientific, it's downright cheating!

Fugo cried out in his heart, unwilling to accept his fate.

But as a top student, not a bookworm, he quickly realized what was going on:

Talking about science in the world of stand-ins is meaningless.

If we're really going to discuss science, there are still many questions.

For example, there are only about 20 grams of water in one cubic meter of air, but wherever Ghiaccio goes, ice forms.

No one knows where this water came from; perhaps he has some ability to create something out of nothing.

In short, science and such are not important.

Judging from its actual appearance, Ghiaccio does indeed possess the ability to freeze the air, solidify it so that it remains colorless and transparent, and then float around him to form a shield.

These solid air barriers truly demonstrated their terrifying defensive capabilities, perfectly deflecting bullets.

In a startlingly sharp collision sound

The bullets that were aimed directly at Ghiaccio's weak point in the back of the neck have all been deflected and flown back due to the rebound of solid air.

Shocked and bewildered, Narancia had no time to dodge the bullets that should have secured his victory.

The bullet swiftly pierced Narancia's shoulder, leaving a dense cluster of bullet holes in his shoulder and chest.

Fresh blood gushed from the bullet holes, but quickly froze into ice marks in the howling cold air.

Although the bleeding had stopped, the blood ice that was stuck to his skin was rapidly consuming the body temperature that was so vital to Narancia at that moment.

"It's over."

Narancia truly felt the cold:

"The enemy is practically invincible; he has absolutely no weaknesses!"

That's right, as long as Ghiaccio maintains that solid air barrier that's almost invisible to the naked eye, he simply cannot win—

If you don't even know where the enemy's shield is located, how can bullets possibly get around the barrier?

Narancia felt a chill run down his spine.

He instinctively backed away, as did Fugo.

This is not because they are cowardly:

Faced with someone who has no weaknesses and no flaws, what else can they do but run away?

Ghiaccio once again slid his ice blade, bringing with it a chilling aura as he rapidly approached.

The solid air, barely perceptible to the naked eye, still hovered around him, these invisible barriers silently protecting his body.

Fugo and Narancia had no other choice.

They were already practically cornered in the bar.

Now that Ghiaccio was charging in aggressively, they could only frantically run inside, like helpless victims in a horror movie, opening the only door behind them.

To avoid hindering their escape, they casually threw away the ice blocks they had been holding in their arms—now was not the time to protect the ice blocks, since they themselves were already covered in ice.

Ice can be found everywhere, but they may not be able to leave alive.

And so, Fugo and Narancia fled into the bar's kitchen.

The kitchen was fairly spacious, but further inside, there was only a heavy iron door that could be opened.

Ghiaccio followed closely behind, stepping on the white frost.

Maintaining the "Silent Cry" seemed to be quite taxing, slightly slowing his pace and making his breathing noticeably heavier.

Even so, Ghiaccio still walked step by step into the kitchen, approaching with a chilling killing intent.

Once he catches up, the battle will be over.

They could only continue to flee further in, to a more distant and safer place.

So Fugo and Narancia ran frantically through the kitchen aisle and finally managed to open the heavy iron door.

The door opened.

Inside, there were stacks of neatly stacked wine crates and three thick, airtight walls.

"Damn it. This is the bar's wine cellar, and there's no way forward!"

"Fugo, quickly use your Purple Haze to think of a solution!"

In a panic, Narancia turned his gaze to his companions.

He knew that Purple Haze's strength was considerable and that she would definitely be able to break through the high wall blocking the way.

"No, it's no use."

But Fugo looked at his hands, which were now covered with a thick layer of ice crystals:

"My hands are too stiff from the cold. The injuries to my main body will also affect my Stand. Now, the power of Purple Haze's punches has also been weakened quite a bit."

"Besides, even if we break down this wall, it won't make a difference."

"Outside the wall were empty streets, while the enemy trod on ice blades—"

"He couldn't show his speed because the store was cramped and had many obstacles. If we were on the street, we probably wouldn't even have the chance to run away."

Fugo's analysis was utterly disheartening.

Meanwhile, Ghiaccio had already entered the kitchen, covering everything around him with frost.

"Then, should we close the door?"

Narancia frantically rushed into the wine cellar, where there was no way out.

Seemingly for security reasons, the iron door to this wine cellar was made extremely thick and heavy, giving a very safe feeling.

"That enemy hasn't shown his strength yet; he might not be able to break through this iron gate and wall."

"If we hide in the wine cellar..."

"That won't work either!"

Fugo sighed deeply:

"At low temperatures, atomic diffusion is difficult, and dislocation migration is not as easy as at room temperature, which alters the internal lattice structure of steel."

"When the temperature is below the ductile-brittle transition temperature, the fracture mode of steel will change from ductile fracture to brittle fracture."

Narancia: "???"

Fugo quickly summarized it briefly:

"Iron will become brittle when frozen, and it will shatter when hit."

"This door can't save us."

"What should we do then?" Narancia asked, bewildered.

He has a good tactical mind, but tactical strategies alone are no longer enough to solve the current problems.

But what he didn't notice was that in the early part of the conversation, Fugo's voice seemed to be gradually becoming calmer:

"Narancia, calm down."

"I've thought of a way that might defeat him."

As he spoke, Fugo pointed to the wine box in front of him.

"With wine?" Narancia looked puzzled.

"No."

Fugo shook his head.

He pointed to his head—

After Purple Haze and Aerosmith proved useless, this was his only weapon:

"Use science, and more."

"Consciousness."