Science and Resolve

Narancia was so frozen that he almost lost consciousness.

He was no longer capable of fighting.

However, with his last will, Aerosmith launched a final attack on the enemy's weakness.

The bullets roared in the flames, seemingly poised to pierce the nearby ventilation hole and pierce the spine of the invincible man in the next second.

However.

Bang bang bang bang!

A crisp metallic clang rang out from Ghiaccio's neck.

The sound was so devastating because it revealed the cruel truth immediately:

Narancia's attack failed.

Those bullets never even touched Ghiaccio's body.

They touched the vent that Narancia had once regarded as her only hope, but which had now been instantly blocked by hard ice crystals.

The vents had disappeared, leaving only a continuous sheet of ice crystals, and a flawless suit of armor.

The bullets were deflected by the ice crystals.

Ghiaccio was completely unharmed.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Ghiaccio arrogantly revealed a ferocious grin:

"Do you really think it's such a coincidence that there would be a gap, not too big or too small, for the plane to crash in?"

"Fools—this was a trap set for you from the very beginning!"

"This big fly that was buzzing around everywhere is finally in my hands!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Aerosmith, which had just launched a desperate attack in the heart of the cold air, was instantly frozen in the extreme cold.

Its owner, Narancia, quickly succumbed to the extreme cold and fell into a coma in an instant.

Aerosmith vanished from the ice, along with his master's consciousness.

"You guys really have absolutely no understanding of White Album."

The chilly air still echoed with Ghiaccio's mockery:

"This vent isn't an inherent flaw in my body; it's a hole I casually made on my neck for breathing—I can close it anytime I want!"

"You've made this hole your only hope? Ha! You've been eyeing the wrong place from the start."

That's right, as he said.

This vent is not a weakness at all, but rather a flaw he deliberately exposed to the enemy.

Once the enemy discovers that this invincible creature has a weakness that can be exploited, they will unconsciously focus their efforts on exploiting that vent.

This makes the enemy's actions much more predictable.

And when the enemy actually risks their lives to launch a desperate attack on that so-called weakness, they will...

Like Narancia now, he was killed by his own stupidity and recklessness.

"Hehe."

"Their willpower is good, but unfortunately they're using it in the wrong direction."

Looking at Narancia, who had collapsed and was now powerless, Ghiaccio's smile became even more sinister.

He looked at his last remaining prey with a mocking smile and said sarcastically:

"You didn't come up with this idea, did you?"

"Then you've let your comrade die in vain, Fugo."

Fugo remained silent.

He lowered his head and quietly looked at Narancia lying at his feet.

His somber and silent demeanor suggested that he had been driven to utter despair by the rapid turn of events.

"Very good, very good."

Ghiaccio felt increasingly confident that victory was within reach.

"That Narancia's abilities were somewhat of a threat to me, but he foolishly walked right into the trap."

"Since this brat is out of strength, I can even save the energy I need to maintain 'Silent Cry'."

That ability to freeze the air is specifically designed to target firearms bullets.

Using this ability requires lowering the temperature around the body to below -210 degrees Celsius, and also requires carefully adjusting the levitation position of the ice crystals in the air to achieve that exaggerated bullet-reflecting effect.

This is clearly a significant expense.

Now that Narancia has lost consciousness, this tactic is completely useless against Fugo, who is unarmed.

After all, temperatures of tens of degrees below zero can instantly turn the poisonous mist of the Purple Haze into ice powder, so using ultra-low temperatures of more than two hundred degrees below zero on Fugo would be a complete waste.

There's no need for Ghiaccio to constantly exert himself to maintain this extremely energy-consuming ability.

So, facing Fugo who was no longer a threat, he directly deactivated his "Silent Cry".

The temperature instantly rose to a high of over 100 degrees below zero.

The transparent air ice crystals that were suspended around Ghiaccio, mixed with alcohol, also began to melt rapidly under such "high temperature".

The transparent air ice crystals, which cannot be explained by science, quickly melted into liquid.

Visibly, some of this liquid air mixed with alcohol is colorless, while some is light blue.

"It even showed color after liquefaction? Great, now it's much clearer."

"The colorless one is liquid nitrogen, and the light blue one is liquid oxygen."

"And liquid oxygen."

Seeing the clumps of light blue liquid floating around Ghiaccio and even spilling directly onto Ghiaccio's armor, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Fugo's usually calm eyes.

But Ghiaccio paid no attention, because with his mind, he couldn't imagine what right Fugo, now all alone, had to fight back.

He planned to resolve the Fugo quickly, efficiently, and economically, just like he was doing now:

"I told you, the only place you can take ice is hell."

Ghiaccio, exuding a chilling aura, rapidly approached.

Although the chill emanating from that body was far less intense than the previous "Silent Cry," it was more than enough to deal with Fugo and Purple Haze:

"It's all over now."

"Go to hell with your stupid companion!"

"Madness?"

Fugo's voice was unusually cold.

That coldness was a calm coldness, and also an angry coldness:

"Do you think Narancia was just acting rashly and throwing his life away?"

"Um?"

"What do you mean? Does Narancia have some hidden trick up his sleeve?"

Ghiaccio had already sensed something was wrong from the sudden change in the opponent's aura.

But it's too late now.

Time had unknowingly slowed down, and Purple Haze, standing next to Fugo, revealed a kitchen knife that she had somehow acquired.

A knife? Is he going to use a knife on my White Album?

How is that possible?

Even bullets can't penetrate my armor, so how could a knife possibly do the same?

A series of question marks immediately popped into Ghiaccio's mind; he still couldn't figure out what the enemy's trump card was.

At that moment, Purple Haze threw the knife with all her might.

The target was those light blue liquids mixed with alcohol.

The blade clashed violently with Ghiaccio's armor, producing a crisp hum.

Faintly, a tiny spark quietly ignited during the collision.

"Narancia's awakening."

Fugo's eyes burned with a fierce fire:

"It will definitely not be in vain!"

Half a minute ago.

At the entrance to the wine cellar, Narancia Jia asked with a puzzled expression, "With wine?"

"No," Fugo shook his head and replied, "With science, and with awareness."

He paused as he spoke.

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, he probably would have kept those words to himself for a long time.

Because saying this is indeed a bit awkward:

"Narancia, I need you to go and 'die' willingly."

"At the very least, you'll be seriously injured, to the point of losing consciousness."

"Okay," Narancia replied without hesitation.

But Fugo seemed not to hear him at all; he simply continued, his face flushed:

"It's not that I'm afraid to go myself, it's that this is something that you have to do."

"That move, 'Silent Cry,' is entirely designed to defend against Aerosmith. Only when you lose consciousness will the enemy feel comfortable disabling the ability."

Fugo's tone was quite subtle when he spoke.

Unfortunately, the word "awakening" is usually something you shout when you're about to charge into battle.

Now he spouts grand principles while actually sending others to their deaths; the word "enlightenment" sounds extremely jarring.

"Charge with me" and "Go for it!" are two completely different phrases.

Feeling guilty, Fugo could only explain his thoughts in a rush:

"Maintaining a temperature field above -210 degrees Celsius is definitely very energy-consuming, so as long as we eliminate your threat, Narancia, the enemy will definitely cancel that move called 'Silent Cry' to conserve energy."

"When the power is removed and the temperature rises, the solid air will turn into a liquid, and the 21% solid oxygen will turn into liquid oxygen."

"Liquid oxygen is an extremely dangerous oxidizer; it does not ignite on its own."

"But once mixed with fuel, this mixture becomes extremely explosive!"

Fugo kept muttering to himself.

It seems that by talking more, he can conceal the complex emotions within him:

"Not to mention encountering an open flame, even a mechanical collision can cause the mixture of liquid oxygen and fuel to explode instantly."

"Here, alcohol can absolutely play the role of 'fuel'."

"You know the German V2 rocket, right?"

"Early liquid rocket engines used a combination of liquid oxygen and alcohol. The power of this mixture was even enough to send satellites into space and allow missiles to cross oceans."

"If we could make them explode on the enemy, then..."

"I said, no problem!"

Narancia interrupted Fugo's rambling with a serious expression.

Fugo fell silent instantly.

When he spoke again, even his voice had changed:

"Think carefully, you might die on the spot."

"I know."

"We might fail, and even if we die, it will be in vain."

"I know."

Even if you succeed, you might not survive.

"I know."

Narancia nodded heavily for the third time.

Unlike Fugo, he didn't hesitate at all. After answering, he rushed into the wine cellar without looking back to get the wine.

"I don't understand science."

"But I know what enlightenment is."