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Only the sound of wind remained between heaven and earth, and everyone momentarily held their breath.

Scattered snowflakes drifted onto faces, but they couldn't stay put, as if crashing into a cold stone, they quickly departed.

It wasn't snowing; these snowflakes were lifted from the ice surface, whirling at low altitude, creating one short-lived vortex after another, which could only last for a few seconds before being dispersed by the fierce wind, then gathering again after a while.

The cruise ship, less than eighty meters long, seemed significantly smaller compared to the hundreds of meters long cargo ships. Yet, standing up close, it was still unimaginably massive to ordinary people.

But this huge vessel, compared to the coastal line stretching hundreds of kilometers, became unremarkable again.

The drone rose a hundred meters into the air, looking down from the web, the huge cruise ship moved sluggishly, its deck crowded with passengers on one side.

Standing on the vertical ladder in the exact center of the ship's route was a tiny figure.

Bi Fang squinted against the wind and snow, his heart beating thumpingly, pumping blood throughout his body to provide enough heat to sustain his movements.

Standing alone in the wind was even colder than staying within a crowd.

Bi Fang thought to himself.

He climbed down the iron ladder slowly to the shore, the massive body of the ship bobbing on the waves, barely touching the sea ice, it was hard to tell which one was undulating.

Bi Fang let go,

The audience gasped.

Bi Fang kicked off the ladder with his legs,
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The people's pupils contracted.

At last,

He landed gently.

Bi Fang stood up from the ice floe, brushed the snowflakes off his pants, and waved to the captain on the deck to thank him for the send-off.

"Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!" The captain's beard quivered slightly, waving fervently at the departing Bi Fang.

The two said farewell like the most normal of friends, showing no sign that the one stepping onto the floating ice was about to undertake a challenge of surviving a hundred days in the coldest place of the Arctic.

When the captain turned back, he jumped in shock, realizing that all the passengers on board were staring at him, their gazes filled with inexplicable meaning.

The captain felt confused, he touched his own beard and tentatively asked, "Are you all expecting something?"

The passengers looked at each other; one of them, a man with a hat, stepped forward. He had been a faithful listener to Bi Fang's stories aboard the ship, and whenever he heard something astonishing, he would take off his cap as a sign of respect.

The man, faced with the expectant eyes of the crowd, hesitated for a moment. Then, with his right hand flat and his left hand's index and middle fingers extended, he simulated a miniature human figure, which walked across the palm of his right hand toward the edge and then, with a sudden leap, dove off.

After signaling in this manner, the man seemed to solidify his conviction and stated confidently, "Shouldn't Mr. Fang have jumped down like this?"

Captain: "..."

Inside the cabin, Guoba scratched his head.

He had been holding his breath just now, and after waiting so long, Bi Fang just went on the ice floe as if he were simply going downstairs, and nothing happened. He almost choked on his anticipation.

Compared with the previous falls with protection, diving into the sea, and rapid descent, it was as ordinary as an old man doing Tai Chi in the park after sunrise.

"Many people get off the ship this way; what else do you expect?"

The captain was frustrated. There was nothing flashy about jumping down; the thickness of the Arctic Ocean ice was reliable, but the section where it meets the waves is usually thin. Even if not thin, the incessant lashing of seawater makes it very slippery, with a watery film on its surface. If one were really to jump down, they'd likely end up in the sea.

Bi Fang didn't want to lose a significant amount of heat right from the start; that would be a pretty bad beginning.

[So it's just me who's anxious enough to hold my breath, huh?]

[You're not alone.]

[You're not human.]

[Exhausted. Got excited for nothing.]

[What do we do next?]

Bi Fang looked at this question and couldn't help but look up at the sun, surveying his surroundings, a vast expanse of white.

For the survival task, determining direction wasn't that important, as he was going to stay here rather than searching for an escape route.

Turning around, the cruise ship was already far away, a loud whistle sounded, and the white smoke melded with the snow and wind, slowly disappearing into the distance.

Now, Bi Fang was truly alone in the world, not even a sea bird in sight.

The young explorer was left in a snowy wilderness, watching the cruise ship disappear beyond the horizon.

After the cruise ship disappeared, the world almost quieted down.

A faint feeling of loneliness wound through everyone's hearts, slowing the typists' hands involuntarily.

How was he to survive?

All around, there was nothing but ice.

What would he eat?

And there were endless bitter winds, squeezing into every inch of his body as if in a mortal struggle, determined to strip away his warmth, even the slightest bit.

Bi Fang crouched down and swiped the ground, brushing away the thin layer of frost crystals to reveal the smooth, polished ice underneath, reflecting his face.

Drawing his Hunting Knife, Bi Fang began smashing it into the ice, chipping away with the sharp and sturdy tip.

At negative forty degrees, the special steel hadn't reached the temperature where it would become brittle.

"Survival essentially revolves around water, fire, food; this is also one of the basic sequences of survival. In the vast majority of cases, this order doesn't change, whether in rainforests, forests, wetlands, mountains, oceans, grasslands, or deserts. Only in some extreme situations does the order change."

"For example, deep in the Arctic, fire, water, then food is the correct sequence for survival."

Bi Fang took out a water bottle from inside his clothes, filled it with the chipped ice he had just carved out, and then tucked it close to his body, using his dissipated body heat to melt it.

Bi Fang had discussed this in Mohe before, but he summarized the reasons again simply.

"Fire is, in essence, temperature, which is heat, the most fundamental energy required for biological activities."

"Due to temperature differences, the inevitable loss of our body heat is happening. Heating the water bottle with our dissipating body warmth is about not letting this heat go to waste."

"If survival were a game, and we were to concretize our total heat value, let's say it is a hundred. Then one could say that we have a DEBUFF causing our heat to continuously decline."

"And the colder the external environment, the more pronounced this negative effect becomes. In a forest, you might lose 0.1 point per hour, while here it could be one point per hour. Once it reaches zero, our lives are over."

"Furthermore, any action we take can exacerbate this process, such as walking, getting injured, or constructing tools."

"Some measures can lessen the impact of the debuff, such as wearing thick clothes, sleeping, making a fire, drinking hot water, or living within a house."

"Then there are measures not just to lessen the debuff's impact, but to increase our own heat storage, like eating meals."

"The key to polar survival is to reach a dynamic equilibrium of heat before this hundred-point value zeroes out, either by reducing the debuff, increasing heat gain, to the point where the output exceeds the input."

[I get the principle, I just want to know, when does the game come out?]