The ice storm at minus 80 degrees tore the sign of the convenience store into pieces, and the white air that Tang Xu breathed out condensed into ice slag as soon as it floated into the air.
He clenched the take-out box that turned purple from the cold, digging his nails into his palms - this familiar feeling of despair was clearly the last memory of his previous life before he was sent to the ice cave! "Ding—Han Yuan Secret Realm is activated."
A mechanical sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and Tang Xu's pupils shrank suddenly.
A thirty-story-high space spreads out in the mind, with frozen and hard steaks, steaming hot pot bases, a whole row of unopened down jackets, and even half a bottle of Bing Kuo Luo that has not been finished - all! Department! Zero! Yuan! Purchase!
In his previous life, he was robbed of all his supplies by relatives and friends, and the pain of freezing to death in a bridge cave surged instantly.
He licked the corners of his cracked lips and traced the locator in the space with his fingertips: "Bank vault? Warlord's granary? Ha, from today on, all supplies around the world are my takeout orders."
The extreme cold swallowed up civilization, but it could not freeze the human fireworks in his space.
When the ice pierced the last glow of the sunset, Tang Xu stepped on the frozen corpse to the highest point of the ruins. He held a hand warmer handed by two women in his arms, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I won't be with you in these damn days - from today on, in the new era of extreme cold, I, Tang Xu, have the final say."
