Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

The filmmaker not only completed the main body of the ice sculpture, but also used the remaining materials to make a base so that the finished work could be displayed.

His masterpiece is a translucent octagonal diamond, each facet polished to reflect the faces of the audience. This ice-sculpted diamond represents the power behind him, the Scarlet Theatre, a past he cannot escape.

Extreme swallowed hard and murmured, "I want to possess it all, and no matter how much Thorn begs me, I won't show it to him."

"You think beautifully."

Greythroat glared at Extreme Realm, then turned to look at Chongyue. She was afraid that if she looked at him any longer, she would be unable to resist picking him up and running away.

Just then, the Grandmaster's work was also coming to an end. If the works of the previous two artists were handicrafts, then what Chongyue had honed was a sharp blade that had not yet been drawn.

The firelight flickered, and the translucent sword blade shone through the light, casting dappled shadows. Combined with Chongyue's focused expression, it made one feel as if they were in a master craftsman's workshop, waiting for the moment when the divine weapon would be unleashed.

"Wonderful, wonderful, beyond words."

The top lawyer, Desmond, was completely captivated. Adjusting her glasses, she couldn't look away. She vowed that such a perfect masterpiece would fetch an astronomical price in Kazimierz, and even some reclusive knightly families would join the competition.

She had seen many works full of artistic beauty, but none could compare to the Grandmaster's sword.

But at that moment, Chongyue's lips suddenly curled up slightly, and his fingers inadvertently brushed across the sword, leaving an inconspicuous scratch.

This scratch is insignificant to the overall ice-carved sword, and doesn't even affect its balance, yet it's impossible to ignore, undoubtedly adding a flaw to a perfect treasure.

"This……"

But Shu suddenly snapped out of his frenzy, his mind clearing instantly. Staring at the scratches on the sword, he felt a surge of indescribable insights.

She exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "Mr. Chongyue, you truly deserve to be called a master."

"It's nothing, just a trivial hobby."

Chongyue smiled slightly, and placed the ice-carved sword together with the other two works, then turned to check on Mike's progress.

At this moment, Mike was completely focused on the ice sculpture that was about to be completed.

He sculpted a Scottish Fold cat, its front paws cautiously extended forward, its body curled up, poised to flee at any moment.

Compared to the other three master craftsmen, Mike's ice sculptures are not as outstanding; at best, they are the kind you can buy in a jewelry store.

The gray-haired bear rested her chin on her hands, her beautiful pupils occasionally sweeping over the completed work, as she considered whether to give the professor more encouragement.

~

Suddenly, a large hand pressed down on the little bear's shoulder, and Chong Yue's gentle voice came: "Don't take it to heart. This is not a competition, and we don't need to fight to see who is number one."

Mike was nearing the end of his carving. With his last stroke, he finished carving the kitten's eyes. It was as if a ray of light had descended from the sky, giving the Scottish Fold a new life. For a moment, everyone almost thought that the kitten was going to jump off the table and hide behind Mike.

Upon seeing this, Chongyue laughed heartily: "This is the real finishing touch. We've all made inanimate objects, but Mike has created a living cat."

Mike harbored no resentment or attachment to the past; he simply wanted to depict the most beautiful things, so he chose a Scottish Fold cat.

"I am over-flattered."

Mike looked at the teddy bear next to him and asked, "Do you like it?"

The gray-haired bear nodded. She had always been quiet in her group and rarely interacted with others, only revealing her true self in front of Mike.

Zoya is still a child.

"gave it to you."

"Really, really?"

"Of course, whatever you like."

Mike handed the Scottish Fold cat to the little bear.

"Thank you Doctor."

Mike, unperturbed, stretched and asked, "Is dinner ready? I'm starving."

"It has been prepared for a long time."

Chongyue abandoned everyone present and ran to the makeshift kitchen, bringing out steaming hot food one after another.

Today's meal was very sumptuous, or rather, the Grandmaster was always thinking of ways to vary the dishes he ate each day.

Compared to the days when he ate dry rations every day in the expedition team, Magellan felt that if things continued like this, he would gain at least ten pounds.

Mike wholeheartedly agreed; there were few chefs on this land who could nurture people better than the Grandmaster.

Niyan, who had been observing from the sidelines, kept her eyes fixed on the Scottish Fold cat in Zoya's hand, looking thoughtful. She didn't care about the food that was emitting a fragrant aroma. As if a flash of inspiration had crossed her mind, she clapped her hands and turned to run away.

Mike, holding a spoon and chopsticks, was about to eat when he saw Mudrock running outside and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with her? Is her stomach upset?"

"These topics are not allowed to be discussed during meals."

Huang slapped Mike in an annoyance; in truth, she didn't understand what Mudrock had gone to do either.

Only Andorn whispered, "Was that Scottish Fold cat something Mike did unconsciously?"

"I'm afraid so," came Chongyue's reply.

A lifelike kitten seems to come to life. This might not be difficult for some top-notch craftsmen, but it was something Mike did effortlessly, and that's what's most important.

"I have a feeling that he is different from us."

“I had already noticed.”

"It's so enviable."

Phantom nodded slightly, casting an approving glance.

……

Making ice sculptures was just a small part of the trip.

After two or three days of rest, the heavy snow finally began to recede, leaving behind a thick layer of snow on the ground and a further drop in temperature.

Magellan's expression was not good, because her latest measurement showed that the temperature here had reached minus forty-two degrees Celsius and was trending downwards.

"We may have encountered a major cold wave, and in any case, we might encounter a beast tide if we go any further."

While others had no impression of the concept of a beast tide, Yelena, who had also lived on the ice plains for over twenty years, immediately understood Magellan's meaning.

The explorers' explanation can be rephrased as follows: whenever the weather begins to turn extremely cold, a group of animals that were hibernating will emerge from their cold nests, call to their companions, and migrate south in large groups.

Although some of them will die during the long journey, for the large group, it is a chance to turn death into life.

Because if they remained in their nests, the cold weather would kill them all, so they had no choice but to embark on the journey known as the Great Migration.

"The probability of us encountering a horde of migrating animals deep in the forest is not high."

“But we must always return to the main road, for only the main road leads to the Wall in the North.”

Magellan forced a smile, her expression revealing a serious problem: "Perhaps by then the extreme environment will be better, and the harsh climate of the Sami region won't last too long. Otherwise, the local tribes wouldn't be able to survive here for long."

In the past, people might have believed her if she said such things, but now, there are no tribes left in the area. Everyone who was supposed to leave has left their original habitat. The abandoned tribal ruins are left with only things that they didn't have time to take away. Who knows what will happen next?

"Relax, everyone. What our explorers said were just isolated cases. Don't be misled by these isolated incidents. So far, apart from the demon attacks we encountered on the road and that Sarkaz, we can handle most of the problems. The Wall in the North is another transit point for us. I believe that in this land of Sami, which is watched by the gods, good luck will always be with us."

Mike stepped forward and said something, while at the same time, his fingers gently rubbed the frozen snowball in his pocket.

He might hesitate to speak when others do, but with Anma's watchful eye, even the most serious problems can be resolved.

"So we should still trust our explorer. She has traveled this route the most times and knows the local environment best. Who else could do this job besides her?"

Mike's words quickly garnered support from the other operators, earning Magellan a grateful look.

Because she realized that in her previous descriptions, even her good friend Little Typhoon hadn't stood up for her.

The Sarkaz girl remained silent, her expression not good. Her fellow Sarkaz member, Mudrock, showed her considerable concern, but unfortunately, she still remained silent.

Mike felt that the problems they encountered on the ice field were just minor troubles. If they couldn't even overcome these difficulties, then there was no need for the team to exist.

Kal'tsit has really given him a big problem.

……

Several snowmobiles struggled onto the road, the soft snow being shoveled away as much as possible by the shovels in front of them. Except for the lead snowmobile that was driving at full speed, the other vehicles followed behind as much as possible to save fuel.

And so, they carved out a road through the snowfield.

After leaving the dense forest, the view opened up, with the blue sky contrasting with the white snowflakes. At first, it was pleasing to the eye, but after looking at it for a long time, it inevitably caused a sense of oppression and irritability.

Therefore, drivers take turns driving every once in a while. The person who takes over can choose to rest, or they can choose to sit with others and play cards or chess, or do whatever they want.

Similarly, Mike received no further signals along this road, as if the snowfield had fallen into complete silence.

There was no one, no tribe, no caravan, nothing at all. Even the caravan of Duke Duck, which they had previously discovered, was nowhere to be found. It was clear that they were not on the same path.

With nothing else to do, Yelena had been carefully examining Magellan's hand-drawn map copy for what felt like the umpteenth time. Compared to the Ursus Icefield, the Sami Icefield was much sparsely populated, with most tribes hidden in the dense forests, occasionally accompanied by a river that would never freeze. From various records, it could be seen that every such tribe was accompanied by some strange legends that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

There are no mines on the Sami Icefield because the Sami people are not very dependent on Originium. Although Columbia has tried to introduce small heaters, the traditional Sami people are more accustomed to obtaining some of the gifts from nature.

"We'll be able to see the Wall in the North in two days at most."

"That's great."

Mike put down his cards; he had just lost the game.

"Doctors are not allowed to cheat."

Muirsey stepped forward, grabbed the man's shoulders to hold him in place, and then kissed his cheek.

Mike looked utterly dejected, letting the water sprite smear saliva on his face.

They weren't like this originally. As they played, the rules changed. He discovered that the female operators' desire for him was more intense than in Sea Invasion, Demon Invasion, or other disaster modes.

Is he not human, but a male succubus?

How can this be?

He is human, no doubt about it. Since he has no problem, the problem lies with those female operators.

"I'm not playing anymore, it's not fun."

"why?"

Muirsey found it very interesting.

Mike argued, "These rules are very unfair to me."

Sitting opposite him, Holhaya asked with a smile, "How is this disadvantageous to you? If we lose, you can kiss us too."

"You know, that's not what I wanted to say. We should change the rules..."

"Okay, then tell me who you want to kiss?"