I'm trapped in a cube

"Where is this?"

An indistinguishable smell floated around Mo Ling.

The bees in the flowers prepared many kinds of smells for the solidification ceremony, some of which smelled very fragrant, and some did not meet the definition of "fragrance".

The smell in this smell belt is very special now.

Mo Ling always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

What's even more strange is that there is not a single newborn in this smell belt. They probably don't like this strange smell.

Mo Ling thought for a moment, followed the smell to the center of the smell belt, and finally remembered where the smell came from.

"The smell of rotting leaves."

Before, the adult bees in the flowers often came to Mo Ling with some strange smells, including this smell. Although it didn't smell very stimulating, it had nothing to do with "fragrance".

"Why do you have to prepare even this smell?" Mo Ling was a little confused.

But after thinking about it carefully, he understood...

This kind of rotten leaves is a good fertilizer for the flowers.

If there are bees that fix this smell, they can better find "fertile" land.

The bee wasp is a social creature that needs to carry out various civilized activities. Different individuals have differences and different divisions of labor. It is a relatively healthy social structure.

Those who become flower fragrance are responsible for maintaining the flowers, those who become soil smell are responsible for observing the changes in the soil, and those who become this kind of rotting leaves smell are responsible for finding more fertile land. They do not interfere with each other, but they all contribute to the reproduction of the race.

As for those completely useless smells, they will be placed outside the camp.

And conflicting smells will inevitably become hostile.

Thinking of this, Mo Ling roughly understood.

"So, there should be animal feces smell. The bee that becomes this smell can use the smell to drive away animals and protect the flowers..."

It's not just "fragrance" that is useful, any smell has a corresponding effect.

However, it seems that no newborns like this smell. Most of them choose floral or fruity fragrances. Even those who choose soil smell are very few, not to mention this strange smell.

Mo Ling continued to float forward, and sure enough, not long after, he found the smell belt of "animal feces smell".

The irritating smell immediately flooded into Mo Ling's mind, and he hurriedly fled from here.

However, even after experiencing such a strong irritating smell, the uncollapsed smell molecules in his body still did not react, as if they were completely asleep.

Mo Ling's worries became deeper and deeper...

"It seems that I really have no way to solidify it."

After tossing around in several smell belts, Mo Ling encountered more irritating smells and also experienced some bland fragrances, some of which he liked very much, and some he avoided, but no smell could loosen the smell molecules in his body.

He was like a tourist passing by in a hurry, experiencing all the smells, but was excluded, and finally still alone.

"No way." Mo Ling's worries gradually turned into despair.

He liked these smells very much, but he just couldn't solidify them.

Just like what the scent of grass and wood said, there is no point in letting him participate in the solidification ceremony...

The other newborns have solidified the smells they want, and they are happily talking. From time to time, the smell belt is filled with joy. The newborns who have completed solidification are entangled with each other, feeling the smell of their companions, arguing excitedly, and testing their abilities after solidification.

Hunting, building, talking... If their concentration is not up to standard now, they may have to reproduce on the spot.

And Mo Ling, who has not solidified, can only hide far away and feel the joy that does not belong to him.

The unsolidified bee has no basis for communication.

They are a group of meaningless and undetermined smell molecules, and of course they cannot fluctuate in any way, like a pool of dead water condensed together.

Feeling those smells bypassing his body and drifting away, Mo Ling felt a little frustrated.

"Is there still no way..."

He can only remember these smells silently as before.

After a while, the leader's fruity fragrance permeated again.

"Congratulations, you have found the smell that suits you best."

"Next, there will be companions with corresponding smells, who will take you to familiarize yourself with the control and use of smells..."

The leader's name for everyone changed from "newborns" to "companions", which also means that these solidified individuals have become members of the tribe, and they are no longer newborns who need to be cared for.

The smell belt on the ceremony ground gradually dispersed, and various smells floated down from above, taking these fledgling "new companions" to familiarize themselves with their newly acquired abilities.

Only Mo Ling stayed where he was, feeling those smells slowly drifting away, and then disappeared...

But not long after, the familiar aroma of grass and wood appeared again.

Just like before, he pinched Mo Ling and wanted to put him back into the swaddling clothes.

"It's the guardian..."

However, the guardian's behavior was stopped by the sudden smell of fruit, and the leader had come to Mo Ling's side without knowing when.

"Are you going to put it back?" The leader asked lightly.

"It hasn't grown up yet. I have the responsibility to take care of it." The guardian still followed his duties.

"It has grown up." The leader retorted.

"No, as long as it is not solidified, it has not grown up... It can't cope with the changes in the external environment. The war is still spreading. If it can't be solidified, even survival is a luxury. Only the cradle is the most suitable place for it."

"But you... can't protect it all the time."

"I can."

"..."

The guardian still looks rigid, and the fluctuations of the scent of plants and trees are firm and stable, as if nothing can affect its judgment.

The leader was silent for a long time, and the fruity scent continued to spread. The smell gently caressed Mo Ling's body. I don't know whether it was pity or pity...

"During the ceremony, I have been observing it..."

"It is not as fragile as you think. This little guy will roll in the smell of animal feces, will try hard to remember the smell of sour fruits, and will feel novel when he smells different stink bugs..."

"It is much braver and smarter than you think. Although it can't be solidified, it has been trying its best to remember various smells and has been using its own clumsy way to understand the world."

"Although it can't master the smell, it can already bear this world alone... Isn't this enough?"

The fruity scent slowly dissipated into the fragrance of grass and wood, pushing away the guardian's encirclement.

"Give it a chance... or let it choose once."

The rich fruity scent enveloped Mo Ling, but Mo Ling didn't feel any discomfort this time. He only felt a warm fire holding him and placing him on the flame.

It was not roasting or burning, but just putting him on an equal footing with all the smells, giving him infinite empathy and respect. The fragrance of the red heart fruit permeated into his heart, and the fluctuations were stable and hot.

"My companion, may I ask..."

"Are you willing to leave the cradle and experience this world alone?"