Chapter 111: The Great Conclusion of the Extreme Cold
Extreme Cold Hell, a realm of absolute desolation, as if eternally ruled by frost and ice. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast, boundless ice plain. The thick ice layers, like gigantic mirrors, reflected a cold, bleak, and pale light.
The biting cold wind howled, like sharp, piercing blades, carrying countless fine ice particles that ruthlessly scourged the air.
Above, snowflakes as large as sheets of paper danced and fell, an endless white curtain shrouding the entire world in an icy, blurry haze.
The snow-making machine developed by **Vegapunk** was not utilized by the World Government for the benefit of humanity, but rather as the foundational technology for constructing Extreme Cold Hell, continuously producing snowflakes and ice, twenty-four hours a day, without interruption.
The temperature here had already reached the limit that surveillance devices could withstand. With the absence of the "Eye of Heaven" surveillance, the prisoners on this level felt a shred of freedom.
In this world of ice and snow, a figure was advancing with great difficulty.
**Pirate Ren Arakawa** shivered uncontrollably in the howling cold wind. The prison uniform he had just utterly despised was now his only source of warmth, albeit a negligible one.
The prison uniform clung tightly to his skin. With every step he took, he could hear the faint "rustling" sound of the fabric rubbing against his skin.
Ice crystals hung on his eyelashes, and his **Sharingan** would acquire a thin layer of ice after every three seconds of sustained blinking.
This forced **Ren Arakawa** to keep his eyes closed, head lowered, as he walked through the blizzard.
His legs were also trembling violently. Each lift felt like a thousand pounds. He struggled to move his feet in the deep snow, leaving behind a trail of crooked footprints that were quickly buried by the freshly fallen snow.
This was already his third day in Extreme Cold Hell.
Wandering aimlessly through the desolate, uninhabited Extreme Cold Hell, **Ren Arakawa** didn't know how vast this place was, nor if he was merely circling in place. He now had only one thought.
Find a forest on this level, use the Great Fireball Technique to make fire, and thoroughly warm himself.
The heavy snow intensified, and the snowflakes, as large as sheets of newspaper, poured down as if they had gone mad, engulfing the entire world in a vast expanse of white.
**Ren Arakawa** was already worn down to the brink of despair.
He tried to wave his feathered wing to check the distant situation.
As soon as it flew a short distance, he tumbled down headfirst because the howling cold wind was too bleak and chilling.
**Pirate Ren Arakawa** shivered and hugged his body.
Thinking of the Great Fireball Technique that could temporarily offer some relief, he struggled to stand, his hands, frozen stiff, began to form seals.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
A blazing fireball rapidly formed in front of him. The scorching flames instantly dispelled the surrounding cold in a small area. The crimson light illuminated his frost-bitten, purplish face, offering a moment of solace.
However, this bit of warmth seemed so small and powerless in the face of Extreme Cold Hell.
After ten Great Fireballs, the surrounding temperature had only slightly risen. Before **Ren Arakawa**'s body could recover even a shred of vitality, the sky-filled heavy snow surged down again, mercilessly re-covering the environment warmed by the Great Fireball.
The coldness, like a surging tide, once again engulfed him. The glimmer of hope that had just appeared was instantly snuffed out by this cruel reality.
**Ren Arakawa**'s body had long since reached its limit. After this last shred of hope was extinguished, his legs could no longer support him. He fell forward into the snow, raising a cloud of icy mist.
His consciousness gradually blurred. He could only feel that all the fluids in his entire body seemed to be frozen. The coldness of his body and the despair in his heart intertwined, plunging him into an endless, dark abyss.
Only the sky-filling heavy snow continued to fall incessantly upon his ice-cold body.
"Roar!"
He didn't know how long had passed.
**Ren Arakawa** felt a constant stinging sensation all over his body. He tried to turn over, only to find that he seemed to be being torn at by something.
He strained his eyes open, and a scene before his eyes made him both angry and joyful.
Reflected in his eyes was a snowy, silver-clad forest scene.
Tall trees had their branches bent by the thick snow, as if hunchbacked old men were trembling in the cold wind.
Beside him, three enormous military wolves, massive like tigers, surrounded him, emitting low growls. Traces of blood still clung to their sharp fangs.
Their ferocious eyes revealed a desire for food, as they snarled at each other, vying for "ownership" of **Ren Arakawa**'s body as food.
One military wolf tightly bit **Ren Arakawa**'s left arm, its claws deeply embedded in his flesh.
The other two military wolves watched from the side with hungry eyes, trying to find an opportunity to join this "dividing of spoils."
Looking at the situation, he had been dragged into the forest by the military wolves.
A surge of anger welled up in **Ren Arakawa**'s heart.
He was almost dead in this heavy snow!
At this moment, the military wolves seemed to have reached a consensus. The military wolf biting **Ren Arakawa**'s arm grunted coarsely, loosened its grip on **Ren Arakawa**'s left arm, and lowered its head to glance at the military wolf that was a whole size larger than it, willingly handing over the food it had so painstakingly acquired.
The large wolf showed a very human-like look of pride. It gleefully trotted to **Ren Arakawa**'s front, opened its blood-filled maw wide, preparing to eat!
Just as the large wolf proudly opened its blood-filled maw, preparing to enjoy its "meal"—
"Pfft!"
A tail-hook, flashing with crimson light, like an incomparably sharp long spear, suddenly emerged from behind **Ren Arakawa** and pierced the military wolf's upper jaw with lightning speed!
The tail-hook, carrying a powerful impact, directly pierced its hard skull and emerged from the top of its brain. Crimson fresh blood instantly spurted out, dyeing a patch of pristine white snow around it!
The military wolf didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry, only a soft grunt, and then it widened its eyes, its body twisted, and it crashed to the ground, utterly devoid of life.
The other two military wolves saw this, their eyes filled with terror. They never imagined that this human on the ground, who was originally utterly helpless and about to become their meal, could suddenly grow such a terrifying tail-hook.
They instinctively retreated a step, their bodies crouched slightly. Low growls came from their throats, their sharp fangs fiercely bared, trying to mask the terror in their hearts.
However, very soon, the terror in their eyes was replaced by hunger and wildness. After all, in this Extreme Cold Hell, food was so scarce, and the human in front of them was their hope for survival.
Therefore, the two military wolves jumped up at the same time, leaping towards **Ren Arakawa** with ferocious momentum, as if they were about to tear **Ren Arakawa** to shreds in an instant.
However, the moment they jumped, a cold smile curved at **Ren Arakawa**'s lips.
The two military wolves pounced at empty air and fiercely bit a mouthful of cold, accumulated snow.
It was a clone!
Before they could react, **Ren Arakawa**, who had flashed to the side, seized the opportunity and formed hand seals again!
A blazing fireball roared out, accurately engulfing the two military wolves.
The fireball instantly enveloped the two military wolves. The scorching flames instantly ignited the fur on their bodies. They struggled painfully amidst the flames, emitting terrible howls. The sound echoed in the silent forest, but was quickly drowned out by the howling cold wind.
In a short while, the two military wolves stopped moving.
Looking at the military wolf corpses, **Ren Arakawa**'s eyes brightened.
Half an hour later.
A figure covered in furry wolf skin, holding a roasted, sturdy wolf leg, continued to walk in the sky-filling heavy snow of Extreme Cold Hell.
He was searching for traces of the legendary **Newkama Land**, located on Level 5.5 of **Impel Down**.
(To be continued)
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