I'm trapped in a cube

"I traveled through time?"

When the young man asked this question, Martin's figure appeared instantly and stood beside him.

"Hello, I am Martin. It has been three minutes since you came into this world. Please do as I say."

"Close your eyes and say silently that this is a dream, count to three, and then open your eyes."

The young man was frightened by the sudden appearance of Martin and took a few steps back.

"Is this a dream? No wonder." He said to himself.

Martin ignored his muttering to himself, but walked forward and squeezed his arm with his hand.

"There is no pain, it seems like it is really a dream." The young man murmured.

Martin continued to ask: "Do you remember how you got here? Are you familiar with the scenes around you? Have you ever found that your sense of smell has failed?"

As he spoke, Martin picked up the trash can on the side and raised it in front of the young man.

The young man was forced to step back, but he seemed to find that the trash can had no smell.

"Everything you said seems to be right."

Martin somehow blocked off the young man's senses.

After realizing something was wrong, the confusion and solemnity on the young man's face completely disappeared, and he said easily: "It turns out to be a dream. This dream is really interesting. Someone will remind me that I am dreaming, but I don't want to wake up yet."

This is obviously not the result Martin wanted.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Martin raised his arm, took out a scalpel and slashed hard. Blood spurted out and touched the young man's face.

At this moment, the young man's relaxed expression disappeared instantly, his whole body trembled, he quickly closed his eyes and began to recite silently.

"one two three."

The young man disappeared, and Martin pressed the blood onto the documents nearby, leaving a mess all around.

Martin then returned to the room, closed the door, and watched a young man reappear on the chair. Then the guard knocked on the door. The young man threw the flower pot and jumped off the building to escape.

The plot here is completely in line with what Martin said before and is back on track.

"What happened to that 'Martin' just now?" Mo Ling asked in a low voice.

"That one is No. 0. He was just generated. I don't know where the memory came from. He is the one we want to save."

"No. 0?" Mo Ling was puzzled.

"Yes, this is the first floor of Dreamland." Martin said while grabbing Mo Ling's hand.

When Martin falls into a dream, the Martin on the 1st floor will go down to the 2nd floor, the 2nd floor will go down to the 3rd floor, and so on.

But there is a flaw in this. Where does the Martin on level 1 come from?

The answer is level 0.

"I will take you to the 0th floor right now to rescue him. You must cherish your time there. Time will pass quickly." Martin seemed a little tired.

At this time, Mo Ling discovered that his glass jar had some slight cracks, the kimchi generation speed inside had also become very slow, and fewer and fewer tentacles appeared out of thin air.

"Are you okay?" Mo Ling asked concerned.

"Fortunately, don't waste time." Martin held Mo Ling's hand tightly, pulled it, and led Mo Ling into nothingness.

"This is level 0."

Mo Ling looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

Countless beds stretch into the distance, and the sky is densely packed with words that are constantly rising and falling, rising and falling like ocean waves.

These two parallel oceans just floated in the endless void. I don't know what great creation it was.

Looking at those words, Mo Ling couldn't help but murmured: "Is the world really a novel?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." Martin's voice was very weak: "Don't worry about it yet, look over there."

He pointed to a familiar figure in the ocean on the bed.

It was young Martin, who was sitting on the bed at this time, looking at everything around him in fear. The people lying on the bed and the depressing canopy of words made him breathless.

It seemed that he was still dreaming. He clutched his chest and kept opening and closing his eyes, but he couldn't wake up.

"The tide is going out." Martin said calmly, looking at the sky.

As he spoke, the ocean of words slowly fell, and was about to hit the bed.

"What I want you to do for me is to destroy his bed." Martin pulled Mo Ling, stepping on the bodies of countless sleeping people, towards the young man's bed.

At first, Mo Ling was cautious, worried that he would trample these people.

But then he discovered that the bodies of these sleeping people were as hard as stone, and seemed to be firmly welded to the bed, like a whole sculpture.

"Step on them as you like, these are all empty shells." Martin comforted.

After arriving in front of the young man, Martin pointed to the bed and asked: "You should be able to do it, right?"

He didn't urge, but Mo Ling could still feel the anxiety in his tone, and the cracks on the glass jar became more and more obvious.

"Let me try."

Aiming the teleportation frame at the small bed, Mo Ling activated his ability.

Fortunately, the teleportation did not fail at the critical moment, and the bed under the young man disappeared instantly and appeared in the square.

The young man suddenly lost his support and fell down into the void.

"Thank you." Martin thanked him.

Mo Ling looked at the young man who kept falling and asked worriedly: "What should he do?"

"The other Martins will pick him up. If his bed is not destroyed, he will always be trapped here. Even if he jumps down, it will be useless. He will be forcibly pulled back and finally crushed to death by the sky. By then, all Martin will die."

"You are the first person I have found who can destroy this kind of bed. Saving him means saving all of us."

Mo Ling looked at the falling text canopy and asked, "Where did he come from, level -1?"

Martin also looked up following Mo Ling's gaze. After a moment of silence, he shook his head helplessly: "Who knows?"

He squeezed Mo Ling's hand again and said, "I'll take you back."

As he spoke, he pulled Mo Ling and jumped out of the bed, and in a blink of an eye, the ocean of the bed appeared above.

The bed belonging to Martin was empty, and it was very abrupt in the endless ocean. It was the only gap.

"What are those beds for?"

Mo Ling looked at the sea of ​​beds that was going away, and compared it with the bed in his own square, but couldn't see anything strange.

While in mid-air, Martin's glass jar shattered more obviously, and some glass fragments were even slowly peeling off.

Just when Mo Ling was worried, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed his other arm and pulled hard.

After the surrounding scenery changed again, Mo Ling found himself standing in the black tower.

Seeing everything in front of him, Mo Ling froze on the spot.

It was Martin all over the mountains and plains, with countless weirdos in robes and glass pickle jars on their heads staring at him.

Colorful tentacles were twisting in their heads, and these glass jars were like sparkling lanterns in the dim black tower. Mo Ling turned around and saw that the person who had just caught him was also a Martin.

"Hello, I am Martin No. 736. Thank you for your help."

He bowed deeply to Mo Ling.