I'm trapped in a cube

"The hole I created spread into eternal night?"

Mo Ling suddenly realized that he seemed to have contributed to something big happening.

The scene in front of me happened very naturally. The teleportation easily broke the chaos, and the hole left naturally extended into the distance, creating endless darkness...

After seeing the expansion of darkness with his own eyes, Mo Ling also understood Jingtian a little bit.

"The consciousness of the dark race is actually the consciousness of darkness."

However, in the process of darkness spreading, a gap appeared between consciousness.

These barriers lead to the emergence of individual "individuals".

Only the Jingye tribe still continues its connection with darkness. They are a group of "old-guards" who guard the last shadow and prevent the dark consciousness from completely dissipating.

But this is ultimately a death struggle. The darkness will continue to expand with time and space, and the division will become more and more serious. By then, the collection of consciousness will be completely dispersed, and the dark races will completely become completely independent individuals.

Everything the Jingye tribe has done will ultimately be in vain.

They themselves also understand that the darkness is becoming weaker and more scattered, and the once condensed consciousness no longer exists. Therefore, they must desperately help the darkness and complete the will of the darkness. When the common consciousness is complete, Complete the mission before dissipating.

But what exactly is this mission?

Mo Ling looked at the edge of the hole. The rich chaos was squeezed towards the periphery by time and space, pushing further and further away...

But Mo Ling had a feeling that as long as he left here, the hole would disappear, and chaos would re-compress time and space, bringing everything back to its original starting point.

Just like the collapse of the universe after the Big Bang reaches its limit, the time and darkness after expansion shrink back to a small singularity, returning to the moment when chaos was still unopened, and everything will be completely annihilated.

"Is all this related to me?"

"It's because I came here that Chaos became the known world."

"After I leave, will the world collapse into chaos again?"

A ridiculous guess appeared in Mo Ling's mind, which reminded him of the dark "riddle" that Han Qin once told him.

…

"This world is like a curtain. Only when the curtain is opened can the things inside start to move. The reason why this world is chaotic is because the audience has not yet arrived and the curtain cannot be opened."

"After the audience comes, the time and space under the curtain will start to move, and the actors and props inside will start to perform."

"When the audience leaves, the curtain will fall again, time and space will come to a standstill again, and the actors and props inside will be frozen again, falling into a lifeless chaos..."

Thinking back on this riddle, Mo Ling suddenly realized something.

"Am I the audience?"

Or rather...

"Is there someone else in the audience?!"

Under this hazy curtain, Mo Ling suddenly felt a thorn in his back.

It seemed that countless eyes were falling on him through the dark night sky, looking at everything on the stage through the hole created by the square.

Those eyes can penetrate everything, just like his vision, penetrating the ground, penetrating the body, penetrating consciousness, penetrating the darkness... and even penetrating the rich chaos.

They are existences above chaos, observing the world through some kind of carrier. When they touch the world, time and space begin to move, presenting everything on the stage to them.

And when they looked away, time and space collapsed into chaos, and everything ceased to exist. Everything stopped moving and became motionless props under the curtain, and there was deathly silence...

After Mo Ling realized this, he suddenly felt suffocated.

And after he felt suffocated, he found that the being on the dome seemed to be holding his breath, as if taking his place...

"Is this an illusion?"

When Mo Ling figured out the dark riddle, everything around him seemed to have changed.

Both the desolate land and the walking dark beings had turned into moving scenes and props, and an indescribable sense of dissonance appeared in his heart.

Feeling the unprecedented pressure, Mo Ling couldn't help but cover his chest. At the same time, he felt that his movements were inexplicably jerky, as if he was controlling an unfamiliar puppet.

All kinds of distracting thoughts came to mind, and Mo Ling's thoughts became confused.

Strange sounds came from the darkness. He seemed to hear his fingertips tapping on the glass, heard the mouse wheel sliding gently, heard the keyboard clicking, heard someone sighing helplessly beside him...

However, just when he felt like he was about to leave this world, something cold hugged him.

Mo Ling's messy thoughts were immediately emptied. He could no longer feel those ubiquitous gazes, nor the sense of dissonance, and he was reunited with the world.

"Who is it?"

"don’t worry."

A familiar voice came over, and it turned out to be... Han Qi.

He was standing on the desolate land, hugging Mo Ling, and the cold breath came from him.

"Why are you here?" Mo Ling asked subconsciously.

Seeing that Mo Ling was freed from the weird state, Han Qi slowly let go of Mo Ling and retreated in front of him.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that Han Qi looked a little weird.

His hair was flickering constantly, like a blurry phantom, sometimes regular, sometimes messy, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter, and sometimes strangely curved.

Not only that, other parts of his body were also shaking strangely, as if there were many figures overlapping on him.

Standing on this barren land, his body was blurry, and the edges blended with the surrounding darkness from time to time, and then returned to normal in an instant. Mo Ling even wondered if his senses were confused, which caused such a "hallucination".

"What's wrong with you?"

Mo Ling stretched out his hand and curiously grabbed Han Qi, but he flexibly avoided it, leaving a strange afterimage in the original place.

"Don't touch me first." He said lightly.

"Why?" Mo Ling asked in confusion. Han Qi had just taken the initiative to hug him, so why didn't he let him touch him now?

Han Qi didn't answer, but took out a ball of shadow from his hair and threw it on Mo Ling.

Mo Ling took a look and found that it was his damaged shadow weapon.

"How could it be on you? Where's the fool?"

Mo Ling looked around, but didn't see the fool.

Then, Mo Ling was stunned.

Because he felt that his connection with the shadow weapon was restored.

"Fixed?"

He looked at the shadow on his body in shock.

As his mind moved, the shadow quickly turned into a terrifying spear, condensing deep darkness and pointing to the earth.

Clang!

The tip of the spear passed through the ground, making a sharp sound, and a touch of dust flew up.

The place where the spear swept left a dark afterimage, like a thick ink painting in the darkness, ripples rippling in the ink painting, and the residual power caused the air to distort.

At the same time, the mysterious patterns on the gun were rotating slightly, and there seemed to be a voice of conversation coming from it...