The wind at minus 70 degrees Celsius was wrapped in diamond dust and mist, cutting into the face like broken glass slicing through the flesh. Xiao Chen huddled in the ventilation shaft, the animal hide was so hard that it could knock out ice particles, and every breath he took brought the pain of his heart being cracked by the cold - if he couldn't survive tonight, he would become the half-buried corpse in the snow, without even a name left behind.
Until my heart suddenly exploded.
It's not the twitching caused by freezing, it's the hot lava pouring from the heart to the limbs. In the frozen purple-black blood vessels, something is biting madly and trying to rush out. The bones creaked, as if being hit by a giant hammer and reshaped; fine itches crawled under the skin, and in the blink of an eye, ice-blue cuticles grew. In the severe pain, he heard the cold prompt: [Swallowing Evolution: Swallowing the prey, you can turn into it].
But this evolution is a fatal gamble. After chewing the heart of the ice monitor lizard, the fingertips just touched the tough warmth when the system popped up a message: [You need to drink ≥200ml of magma to activate low temperature resistance]. He rushed into the volcanic crevice with a sharpened steel bar in his hand, watched the magma bubbling in the metal pot, and thought as his Adam's apple rolled: How can this be evolution? This is throwing your life into the fire to cook.
What's even more terrifying is yet to come. When he finally withstood the burning magma, he opened his eyes and saw the sky of the crater cracking - the vertical pupils were larger than half a city, and the nebulae were slowly rotating in the pupils. There was no emotion, but the blood in his body was frozen into ice. [Higher Dimensional Consciousness Projection: Target Marked], the prompt sounded in his mind, and he realized that he was just a bug in the eyes of a higher being.
Fortunately he was no longer alone.
