The upward current catapulted the "Orange Mothership" sky-high, then dumped it into a white parabola.
Far away Drum Island lay beneath blizzards like a frozen cake, its peak bristling with five ice-crystal towers—the World Government's "Polar Medical HQ", also backup port 04 of the source code.Leon stood on the observation deck, the counter on his right hand ticking: 118:00:00 (frozen, no longer burning).[System Alert:Next node·Snow-Core locked]Nami wrapped in a thick coat, her breath freezing in the air: "Temperature here is minus sixty; normal cannons will crack. We can only use 'pixel weapons'."Leon spawned "Thermo-Blocks"—orange glowing cubes that maintain a constant ten Celsius within a five-hundred-metre radius.
He embedded one into the mothership deck; the blizzard was instantly dispelled, forming a warm bubble.They landed on "Snow-Moto Blocks", leaving two purple light trails across the snowfield.
Far off, a white beam shot skyward from the tip of an ice tower—like a bolt of lightning frozen mid-flash.A broadcast voice echoed from the tower: "Welcome to Drum. I am Dr. Depreciation, WG source-code maintainer. The snow-core has been 'virus-infected'; the 'pixel envoy' is required to purify."Leon sneered: "Maintenance? You use virus as an excuse to research my ability."Depreciation opened the gate without denial: "Enter, complete purification, the snow-core is yours; refuse, and an avalanche buries you."Nami whispered: "Careful, the whole island is a trap."Yet Leon strode inside: "Trap? Perfect for virus experiments."Interior temperature plunged to minus eighty; walls lined with ice-crystal circuits like glowing blood-vessels.
In the central lab a ten-metre "Snow-Core Heart" hovered, surface covered with black virus code; each beat released a ring of frost pulses.The system popped:[Backup Port 04:Snow-Core Virus Heart]
[Purification condition:defeat guardian BOSS·Frost Virus King]The floor cracked; the Virus King burst from the ice—twenty metres tall, body a mix of black ice crystal and pixel code, wielding a giant axe whose blade was a constantly shifting virus string.It opened its mouth and emitted electronic static: "Intruders—execute formatting!"Battle erupted.
The king's axe split the ground, carving "virus fissures" that spread rapidly, assimilating everything they touched into ice-crystal code.Leon leapt from "bedrock platform" to platform, launching "Redstone Heat Missiles"—each impact generated a thousand-degree heat wave that vaporised viral ice instantly.Nami drove "Clima-Tact·Hot-Wind Dragon", summoning a hundred-metre heat cyclone that melted all frost barriers around the virus king.Final blow—
Leon drove the "Uranus Core" into the king's chest; the core released a black pulse that absorbed all virus code in the entire tower in one second.The Virus King let out a final electronic screech, body disintegrating into a skyful of black snowflakes, like a reversed blizzard.
The snow-core heart stopped beating and transformed into the fourth "Uranus fragment".System prompts refreshed:[Backup Port 04 purification complete]
[Pixel rule writing progress:1.5 %]
[Next node:Alabasta·Sand Core]Dr. Depreciation watched, face pale: "You... you absorbed the virus instead of being infected?"
Leon sneered: "Because I'm not data—I'm the 'Author'."He walked away, his back reflected in the ice crystals like moving code.
Nami caught up and whispered: "You just said 'Author'—what do you mean?"Leon did not answer, only gazed at the snowfield dyed red by the setting sun: "It means this world will be rewritten by me."Count-down 118 hours—continues.