I'm trapped in a cube

"Die will you reach the next level?"

Hearing this statement, Mo Ling immediately chose to doubt.

But at this moment, what Martin had said to him emerged from his memory...

“Accept death.”

"Accept death?"

These four simple words are the "spoiler" given to Mo Ling by Martin.

"Are you talking about the present?"

But why do you have to accept death to reach the next level? Is there no other way?

The smell of disinfectant water is still permeated in this confined room. The low dome gives people a feeling of depression. Lao Ping cleans the table fully armedly, like an emotionally unsatisfied "corpse collector".

If you die, you really die.

There is no way to confirm whether this is true. Even if it is fake, no one will "protest". Those who drink liquid in this room have long become a pool of mud, and no one knows them at all. Have you really reached the next level?

Just when Mo Ling was struggling, Lao Ping raised his head again.

"I've cleaned it up, now you can start to deploy..." He left a light sentence and was about to walk out.

Mo Ling quickly stopped him.

"What's wrong? You can't drink these liquids? It doesn't matter. If you pour them on your body, the same effect will be." Lao Ping looked at the block in front of him and explained lightly.

The expression didn't seem to be lying, but Mo Ling couldn't confirm whether Lao Ping was also kept in the dark, was deceived by lies, and believed in the saying that "death can reach the next level."

This itself is something that cannot be proven. Only by trying it yourself can you draw a conclusion, but the cost of trying it is too high...

"How was this place discovered? How did people at that time confirm that death could reach the next level?"

Mo Ling wrote his questions on the electronic screen and sent them out.

He still planned to learn about the past of the room first.

Lao Ping sighed with the electronic screen.

"So you're worried about this."

"But your concerns are redundant."

Lao Ping turned around and pointed to the table and said, "That was not only the midpoint of this room, but also the midpoint of the entire Dream City. At that time, the founder of the Dream City chose to build a city here in order to wrap it up. Get up, for human use. Maybe you look ordinary in this room, but it is the result of countless people trying it with their lives. Under this room, countless bones are buried."

"As for how they confirmed it, I don't know. My level is not enough. I only know that at that time they tried many methods and finally finalized this type of death."

"It sounds scary, but in the abyss, it's the easiest way."

"For this place, I have no definite evidence that the dead can reach the next level safely, but I can only choose to believe, because before me, countless people have chosen to believe, and if I doubt it again, it is Disrespect for them."

"You have to believe that everything humans do is meaningful. Dreams are here, and there is a reason. Death is not an end, but a new beginning. Before that, countless people have broken the rules. The concept of accepting death and accepting the rules of the abyss.”

Lao Ping pointed to the liquid on the table: "Did you see those things? They are all developed by our predecessors. They can quickly die. There will be no pain when they drink them. This is also for the convenience of death. This is them Paving the way for us, all we need to do is believe."

“…”

When Lao Ping said these words, his expression did not change at all, and his tone did not pause at all, as if he had a firm belief.

He talked about what happened here to Mo Ling as if nothing had happened, talking about the predecessors who died here. It was not as if he was persuading Mo Ling, but rather as if he was reciting an epic about humanity.

"Standing on the shoulders of the giant, we just need to look up, we don't need to bow our heads. We will be afraid of the heights of thousands of feet, the abyss under our feet, the clouds and mists that float, and the corpse that fell."

"The tombstones of the victims will guide us. We only need to go along the place where the tombstones are minimal to bypass the difficulties and obstacles that once hindered those victims. They helped us bear these costs and exchange for today's broad road , the light will shine into our eyes through the gaps in the tombstone, allowing us to know the future."

“…”

Listening to Lao Ping's words, Martin's figure suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's mind.

Martin seemed to be standing in front of him, saying the two words repeatedly-

Shennong.

"Everyone is Shennong!"

"The real Shennong is everyone!"

Martin's words seemed to come true little by little. At this time, combined with what Lao Ping said, Mo Ling had a deeper understanding.

"Have he spoiled me since then?"

"But should I believe Shennong?"

Now, Shennong gave Mo Ling a poisonous weed that would die and let him swallow it...

When parting with Martin, Mo Ling once thought about whether he is still a human being. Let’s just say it’s a big difference between his existence and human beings. Let’s say it’s not. His behavior is also subject to human consciousness. Driven by.

Mo Ling didn't know whether he was a block that pretended to be a human, or a person trapped by a block.

When Shennong guided him towards the "broad way" of mankind, he once again struggled with this problem.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Human group consciousness is always affecting his judgment and his choice as an individual.

Mo Ling in the block stretched out his hand. He looked at the familiar palm, then looked at the surrounding metal walls, and sighed.

Walking to the edge of the block, I took a can of Coke, pulled the pull-up ring and drank it all in one go.

"It should be only humans who like to drink Coke, right?"

Mo Ling looked at the empty Coke can and smiled.

He has made his choice.

On the table outside the square, the black liquid representing the "Cola flavor" suddenly disappeared and appeared in Mo Ling's hands.

Gently pour it into the empty jar.

Mo Ling had just confirmed that the capacity of the empty cup was exactly the same as that of the Coke can.

"Maybe people who design this cup also like to drink Coke."

The black liquid filled the empty can again, and Mo Ling burped and sent the bottle of raw materials out.

"Drinking two cans in a row is a bit overwhelming..."

Despite thinking so, Mo Ling still picked up the jar and let the black liquid slide down his throat.

The faint smell of Coke diluted Mo Ling's sorrow.

Whether it is a block containing a human being or a person trapped by a block is not important at this time, human emotions are surging in Mo Ling's mind.

Those who face the fear and entanglement of death, the joy and comfort of drinking good things, the worries and anxiety about the future, the doubts and confusion about the world, and the anxiety and hesitation about themselves, all turn into a cool liquid , pour it into the abdomen.

What giant, tombstone, Shennong...

What predecessors, victims, group consciousness...

It completely lost its meaning at this moment.

When the world is wrapped in a rolling forward, the individual is ultimately the one who makes the choice.

Mo Ling finally understood why the liquid on the table had to be divided into so many flavors...

"Because only I know what is right."