I'm trapped in a cube

"I don't want to die!"

A corpse in the river suddenly rushed to the shore and hit Mo Ling.

But Mo Ling didn't feel any collision, just felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

"I still have important things to do, how can I die?"

The dead voice sounded beside Mo Ling again, the thick river water rolled, and in a trance, Mo Ling seemed to see the obsession of the corpse before his death...

...

"Mother, mother."

The young beast often calls for its mother.

It was much weaker than its peers since birth, but its mother did not give up on it.

When learning to walk, every time it fell, the mother would patiently help it up, let it lean on its legs, and support it to walk.

But its four legs were still trembling, and it couldn't walk steadily. It even began to doubt whether it was normal or not, and whether it was born with a defect.

"Mother, will I never be able to walk well?" It asked its mother with courage.

"Of course not, as long as you keep doing it, you will always do it well." The mother comforted it gently...

It was like this every time. Its mother would not blame it at all, but would always encourage it and tell it not to give up.

For the mother's expectations, it always persisted.

Fortunately, with unremitting efforts, it finally stopped trembling when walking.

But it was still very unstable, and it would stagger when walking, and often bump into its playmates. Those playmates would attack it because of its offense, but at this time, the mother would appear again and protect it.

Gradually, it lost the confidence to play with its playmates and kept hiding beside its mother.

The mother did not think there was anything wrong with this, and she patiently played with it, took it to play in the pond, ran on the sand dunes, and comforted the young one.

Although it was excluded by its companions, it never felt lonely.

It was in the period of growing up. In order to give it enough food, the mother was the most hardworking in the tribe every time she went hunting together. She came back with blood all over her body every time, but she also brought back the most food.

"Eat..." The mother stroked it weakly.

It rubbed against the mother silently, and stuffed the food into its stomach with difficulty.

But it couldn't bear too much, and vomited the food while eating.

Its body was too weak, and it couldn't even take in excessive food. Other companions were eating voraciously, and it could only swallow the food that the mother had brought back with great effort in small bites.

Then it vomited it out again, and ate it again... stuffed its digestive organs full until it couldn't vomit anymore.

It didn't want to waste the food brought back by the mother, and didn't want to let down the blood on the mother's body, which was the mother's life. It had to eat all the food.

After eating too much, it lay beside the mother, unable to move. The mother just stayed by its side, rubbing it gently, and said nothing.

It couldn't speak anymore, and couldn't do anything before the food was digested...

But after eating so much, its body still didn't improve.

Those peers of the same age have already started playing hunting games, but it will fall down even if it runs faster.

"Why do I eat so many hard bones, but my legs are still weak?"

"Why do I eat so many shining eyeballs, but my eyes are still blurry?"

"Why do I eat so many smart brains, but my thinking is still chaotic?" "Why do I eat so many sharp claws, but my claws are still so fragile that they break at the touch?"

"Why do I eat so much strong flesh and blood, but I am still so weak and powerless?"

Those foods did not have any effect on it at all, just like a stone sinking into a pond, it disappeared silently.

However, the mother still fought hard in the collective hunt as always, and every time she killed, she was covered in blood, and every time she returned to her side with the most food.

"Eat..." The mother was always so gentle to it, stroking it gently, and pushing the piles of food in front of it.

Finally, one day, it couldn't stand it anymore. Looking at the food, it begged its mother not to bring so much food in the future.

The mother looked at it in confusion and asked it why.

"Because it's useless for me to eat it."

"How can it be useless? If you eat it, it will go into your stomach."

"But I'm still so weak..."

"Maybe you haven't eaten enough." The mother patiently comforted it: "I will bring more food back in the future. As long as you eat enough, you will definitely become strong... Grow the hardest bones, the brightest eyes, the smartest brain, the sharpest claws, and the strongest flesh and blood."

Listening to the mother's encouragement, it felt deeply powerless.

It was not worthy of the mother's efforts. These foods would only be wasted by it, and the mother's efforts would also be wasted by it.

Even if these foods were shared with other companions, it would be much more meaningful than for it to eat them...

It raised its weak paws and waved them a few times in front of it.

This was supposed to be a means of killing the enemy, but when it performed it, it was like some kind of funny dance. Before it even touched the enemy, it was already out of breath.

Its paws went limp, and it looked at its mother again.

"Mom, do you see that? I can't do it, I really can't do it."

The mother looked at it tenderly, raised her paws, and waved them. The claw marks directly tore through the darkness, creating several hot cracks on the sand dunes of the eternal night. The scorching light made the air around it surge, and the terrifying momentum followed, making it tremble.

"As long as you keep doing it, you will always do it well."

The mother's encouragement was as gentle and patient as always.

But looking at the claw marks that were still emitting heat, it knew clearly in its heart that this was something it could never do.

"I can't do it no matter how hard I try, I can never do it..."

"No matter how hard I try, I can't do it."

"Talent determines the upper limit. Life is confined to a completely closed block from birth. Any effort I make is just a struggle in this block."

"The size of the block will not change. It is as big as it is. Throughout my life, I will eventually be blocked by the barrier of the block. I can't break through the block, reach the edge of the barrier, and touch the barrier. That's the limit."

Fish can't fly in the sky, birds can't burrow into the ground, ants can't lift trees, lizards can't freeze their body temperature... There is a block outside that no creature can reach.

At this time, the claw marks on the sand dune are the block outside that it can't reach forever.

Because its block is too small, it can see the edge and its own limitations at a glance.

It is too weak...

It is so weak that it can only curl up in the block and can't escape.