"Do not!" Kingdom Lord Chen screamed in terror, his voice trembling as his right hand shot out. But no matter how he strained, the world prop, the Gravity Ball, remained locked in place. The white ice mist, cold as death, swept through the air, and in an instant, Chen Guozhu was encased in a solid block of ice—a human-shaped sculpture of his former glory.

And so, the once mighty Lord of Chen, whose name struck fear into the hearts of all, met his end.

There was no mercy for him, nor for the generals and elite soldiers who had once basked in their own arrogance. They too, with all their strength and pride, were trapped in their icy prison, each one frozen into lifeless statues, their existence extinguished as swiftly as a flicker of a dying flame.

They had boasted of slaying gods, claiming their invincibility, but in the end, they became nothing more than frozen relics of their former hubris, their lives turned to ice and forgotten.

Not one soul among them had the faintest inkling of how the gods had wrought such a fate upon them. The legends they had once scoffed at had now become their unshakable reality.

The entire city of Chen Guo, home to millions, fell into an eerie silence. It was as if time itself had been frozen. The streets, once filled with life, now lay lifeless—an ancient, frozen city, where even the wind dared not stir.

"Remarkable... the power of liquid nitrogen is even greater than I anticipated."

Outside the capital, Xia Chuan stood, his eyes gazing upon the spectacle before him. With a flick of his wrist, he uncorked the bottle containing the liquid nitrogen and unleashed its chilling fury.

In an instant, the entire city of Chen Guo was transformed into an ice-bound wasteland. Everything, from the smallest leaf to the mightiest soldier, was frozen solid, immortalized as lifelike ice sculptures. The intense cold held its grip, and even the sun in this strange world seemed to lack the strength to dispel the bitter frost.

Xia Chuan gazed upward, noting that the sun did not seem to offer any warmth. The light it cast felt as cold as a distant star, and when its rays touched him, they were no more than a faint, indifferent glow. It was as if this world had no power to push back against the unnatural cold.

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"The power of liquid nitrogen in this world surpasses my expectations," Xia Chuan mused. "This world is even more suited to my strength than I had imagined."

As the ice continued to spread, a voice from the Book of Wisdom broke through his thoughts. "Master, there is a world prop within this city."

"A world prop?" Xia Chuan’s heart quickened. "Where is it?"

"In the palace," the Book replied with certainty. "It lies within the frozen form of an old man clad in imperial robes."

Xia Chuan’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. His luck seemed to be unreasonably good, having recently acquired a world item and now on the verge of claiming another.

It did not take long for him to find the object of his search. The elderly figure, forever frozen in ice, clutched the world prop within his grasp—a small black sphere, pulsing with an eerie, potent energy.

With a flick of his hand, the sphere was summoned before him, its aura shimmering with mysterious power.

"How do I refine it?" Xia Chuan inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Place a drop of blood upon it," the Book of Wisdom instructed. "The blood will activate the world prop, allowing it to bond with you."

Without hesitation, Xia Chuan pricked his finger and allowed a drop of blood to fall upon the black sphere. To him, it was but a simple drop, but to the sphere, it was like an ocean of life.

At once, the sphere reacted, absorbing the blood greedily, its surface glowing with an unholy light. In a moment, the blood was consumed entirely, and the sphere began to rise, its power surging.

Boom!

With a flash of light, the sphere merged with Xia Chuan’s body, flooding him with an influx of knowledge. His mind swirled with newfound power, and the information poured into him like a torrent.

"World Item: Gravity Ball," the Book of Wisdom announced. "Ability: Manipulation of gravity. The range and strength of the effect are determined by the physical strength of the user."

Xia Chuan’s eyes widened in awe. "A world item that controls gravity?" His heart raced with excitement. This was no mere trinket; this was a weapon of unimaginable power.

His thoughts turned to Chen Guozhu and his army. Even with their might, their manipulation of gravity had been limited, at most increasing it by ten times their own weight. But with his unparalleled strength, Xia Chuan realized that the gravity he could wield would dwarf theirs by an unimaginable margin—tens of thousands of times greater.

And the best part? The energy required to use the Gravity Ball was minimal for him. He could unleash its power with barely any effort.

In that moment, Xia Chuan understood that this world was full of unimaginable treasures, and with each discovery, his thirst for power grew. This world had so much to offer, and he would seize it all.