Dead Freeze: Every Time You Cross Is a Blind Box of Death

The sickle was only 10 centimeters away from Su Mo's throat. As the scales on his right ear were peeled off, the world was absolutely still, and his soul was forcibly withdrawn. Return to the seemingly peaceful main world Su Mo found himself involved in a suffocating death roulette, and faced the danger of traveling through doomsday time and space at any time. Without system plug-ins, you can't take away a single gun or bullet. Hoarding tens of billions of supplies? Fire power to clean up the ground and reduce dimensionality? It's all a joke. When Su Mo was randomly thrown naked into the absolute zero-degree ice and snow hell, his only weapon was his soul, which had been tempered by death thousands of times. Pain is shielded, perception is slowed down, and sanity is overclocked. Su Mo became a madman who walked a tightrope among countless nuclear bomb countdowns, relying on millisecond-level extreme micro-management to break all fatal endings with a mortal body! "Since you can't take the sword with you, then temper your soul into a sword."