I'm trapped in a cube

Mo Ling is tired.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

Looking at those little people shouting and screaming in his head, he was too tired to drive them away anymore.

“So tired.”

"Even if we dodge this attack, don't we still have other options? Do we still have to persist?"

"That's all for now."

"We can't stop here! We must fight the Heavenly Soldiers! We will perish together!"

"If only someone could come and help me..."

“…”

Voices of various emotions were swirling in Mo Ling's mind. He seemed to see countless little people lying beside his ears, instilling in him words that did not belong to his heart. Each one seemed to make some sense, and each one would cause him to feel a little bit of "entanglement" in his heart.

He knew clearly that these sounds came from the attacks of the heavenly soldiers, but he had no way to deal with them. He had already used up a lot of energy in kicking the crying little man out. It was like forcing his consciousness to be separated, making him dizzy and his thinking slowed down a lot.

Now he really has no power to resist these chattering little guys anymore.

Mo Ling was completely exhausted as he let these villains whisper nonsense in his ears. From time to time, he would kick a few of them away, but as soon as he kicked them away, new villains would come up again. It was as if the heavenly soldier had planted a fruit tree in his heart that continued to produce villains, and a few more villains would appear every once in a while.

Mo Ling's normal thoughts were also squeezed aside by those noisy little people. His voice was so faint that it was slowly pushed into a corner by the chaotic noise. Even if he could still speak, it would soon be drowned out.

At this moment, he was like a machine that had completely broken down, with the gears spinning and unable to move at all.

Mo Ling found that he couldn't even concentrate on controlling his vision. He seemed to have lost the desire to know anything about the outside world. Only endless fatigue remained, and he gradually sank into an extremely exhausted mood.

The dust was still falling, the heavenly soldiers had not yet appeared, but Mo Ling was already drooping on the spot, like the broken walls in the ruins, having lost all his strength, his whole body filled with deathly silence.

"What kind of ability is this?"

"A psychic attack that forces people to consume themselves?"

When all emotions begin to fight within themselves, they lose their external expression.

Mo Ling could feel that his mind was becoming more and more active, but he was getting further and further away from everything outside of himself, as if he was thrown into a dark hole, with many people around him arguing with him.

His vision became increasingly blurred, and when Mo Ling could no longer concentrate on his perception, everything around him began to dissolve.

Dust, ruins, wind, myself...

Nothing existed anymore, only endless darkness remained.

Mo Ling stood in an empty black space, his feet were icy cold, just like he was in a cube, but he could not see anything around him. There was no sense of security that the cube brought him, only endless loneliness and desolation.

He no longer had the strength to move forward in this black space. His heart was still consumed with internal friction. There were more and more villains, and countless voices broke through the limitations of his thoughts. He could no longer hear what those villains were saying. He just felt very confused and chaotic, as if he was standing in a bustling crowd. Everyone was talking, but he couldn't hear anything clearly, and the content of the conversation had nothing to do with him.

He wanted to think more, but suddenly felt that there was no point in thinking.

Just stay here, stay among the crowd, and just keep standing.

A person, enjoying loneliness...

However, just when Mo Ling was about to give up thinking, someone seemed to touch his shoulder.

Mo Ling woke up instantly and quickly turned his head to look at the man.

He was a strange man, expressionless and with a calming temperament on his face. His clothes were neat and well-groomed.

Ordinary, without any special features.

But being able to find Mo Ling in the crowd means he is extraordinary.

The man looked at Mo Ling's square head, was silent for a while, then looked at the dense crowds of people around him, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"This is Tornheart."

The man suddenly broke the silence and spoke to Mo Ling.

Mo Ling was stunned and didn't answer. He was still in that lonely state.

Seeing that Mo Ling was slow to react, the man repeated it to him again.

"This is Tornheart."

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"What is a split heart?" Mo Ling finally realized that this guy was talking to him, so he quickly asked back.

"An ability that causes a creature's thoughts to split continuously, causing its consciousness to fall into an ocean of infinite divisions, and eventually become a drop of water that cannot express itself, just like what you are experiencing now."

The man raised his hand and pointed at the crowd around him.

“This is the ocean.”

Then he turned his finger towards Mo Ling.

“You are a drop of water.”

After hearing the man's words, Mo Ling's mind became clearer again.

"Then who are you?" Mo Ling asked the man in front of him.

"I'm Wang Chuan. Your companion asked me to come find you. The code is - Tiekuai likes to drink Coke."

The man recited slowly, his tone without any ups and downs, but every word he said stimulated Mo Ling's already silent thoughts. The somewhat funny code made Mo Ling suddenly see Li Luo's figure...

"The attack you are experiencing is called 'Split Heart'. It comes from the 340th generation of survivors. It is a very terrifying psychic ability that can affect any conscious individual, including autonomous relics."

"This ability can make the thoughts of living things divide like cells, one becomes two, two becomes four, and it grows exponentially. In the end, the original main thought becomes a drop of water in the ocean of thought, unable to control the body and gradually sinking in the myriad of thoughts."

"The stronger the main mind's resistance to these split bodies, the faster the split will occur."

"Among the 340th generation of survivors, the holder of this ability showed amazing talent. He used the ability of split heart to even split the activated heavenly soldiers, affecting their ability to make independent judgments."

"The Sky Soldiers have no thoughts, but their Heart-Splitting Ability can be directly transmitted to the main control center through the Sky Soldiers, causing a shock to the current that is thinking."

"This is also one of the few abilities that can actually harm the core."

"What a pity..." The man changed the subject: "The Heavenly Soldiers had already accumulated too much strength at that time, and this kind of damage was just a drop in the bucket."

"Most of the holders of psychic abilities did not have a good ending. Their frontal combat capabilities were too low, and they had no ability to resist the beyond-visual-range attacks of the Heavenly Soldiers. The Heavenly Soldiers could also create mindless puppets to bypass the attacks of the Heartbreakers..."

"The Heavenly Soldiers' methods are endless. In the end, the holder of the Heart-Splitting ability was defeated in despair and was devoured and transformed by the Heavenly Soldiers."

"After fully transforming him, the Torn Heart became a Heavenly Soldier's ability."

"Now, they are using this power against you."