I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1028 Silt
"How long is a while? How long is a while?"

Under Li Luo's persistent torture, the user who was unable to bear it was forced to start answering again:

"It depends on your species. The simpler the species, the faster it will recover. You'll be able to move soon! Stop chanting! Be quiet for a while!"

"I'm not simple! I'm not simple!"

"Okay, okay, you are not simple. If you are not simple, you will have to wait a long time."

"How long exactly? How long exactly?"

"I told you! Different species have different times! What species are you?"

Hearing this question, Li Luo paused for a moment, then started to argue again:

"What are you? What are you?"

She did not answer the other party's question, but started asking back.

I thought that user would just hide it, but I didn't expect that the other party seemed to want to quickly end the conversation with Li Luo and directly said his race:
"I'm a bubble eater!"

Huh? Someone familiar?
The Bubble Eater also ran onto the Ark?

It seems that the Ark of this world cannot be understood with normal concepts.

"How long have you been waiting?" Li Luo continued to ask.

"Five years."

So long? Then humans will probably have to wait a long time too. If they wait that long, the body outside would have rotted away long ago.

"It's been too long! Too long! I'm dying! I'm dying!"

Li Luo started making noise again.

"You won't die! The fungus will provide nutrients to your body, keep it fresh, and protect you with mycelium. Just stay here and be at ease..."

After hearing the other party's explanation, Li Luo finally calmed down for a while.

It turns out that fungi have this function.

"But I can't wait here so long..."

The cube was still waiting for her outside. This world was so strange that any unexpected events might occur. Li Luo didn't think the fungus could protect her.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death..."

She had to figure out what this strange fungus was and solve the problem at the source.

"Since all memories are stored in the fungal network, we can definitely find the origin of this fungus. If we understand the origin of this fungus, we may be able to find a way to escape from the fungal network..."

"If that doesn't work, try something else."

Thinking of this, Li Luo once again immersed himself in the chaotic sound information, penetrating through layers of fragmented noise and exploring towards the bottom.

……

How many thoughts can a living being have in a day?
How many sounds will a group of creatures accumulate over endless years?
This ocean of sound is the answer to that question.

The distracting thoughts of living things are like dust floating in the air, captured by the fungal network and accumulated here.

Dust fell on the ground. At first it was only a shallow layer, and you could still see the ground clearly. Then it accumulated higher and higher, and the dust tangled into balls and was compressed together, gradually covering the ground and forming a thick layer.

Later, the dust continued to accumulate upwards, and various dust clusters intertwined and became increasingly difficult to separate, forming a "fabric" structure, and the gaps in the original dust were filled with even finer dust. The fragments of distracting thoughts were compressed and deteriorated, and the sounds became distorted. Some were distorted into incomprehensible sentences, and some were cut into incomprehensible words or single words, mixed with other sounds, and turned into meaningless, empty whispers.

These thoughts from the basic consciousness of living things, after being broken and reassembled, were reassembled together again, like chopped up cells, which were randomly kneaded into a ball and then turned into a new creature. The creature crawled on the ground, making hoarse and distorted cries, as if calling for the lost consciousness and pursuing the laws of life that once existed.

Chaos, the further you go down, the more chaotic it becomes.

The thoughts of the creatures fermented in the mud, and a strange smell appeared. Li Luo clearly only heard the whispers, but it aroused her sense of smell. She seemed to smell a lot of "pile of fallen leaves".

The dead leaves fell to the ground and no one cleaned them up. They gradually turned into a pile of damp mud. The outside still maintained the shape of leaves, but the inside had completely rotted. The stench drifted out through the gaps between the leaves and spread along the humid air. It was damp and sticky, with a strange plant smell, yet full of bitterness.

"it's wired."

How can I smell the scent just by listening to the sound?
The sound of gurgling water flowed under the accumulated sound fragments. Li Luo was also sinking continuously, letting those broken thoughts brush past his ears.

Those thoughts had been left for too long and were beginning to smell rancid.

Past lives continue to pass away, and the sounds they left behind are still echoing. The source of the sounds has disappeared in the world with the changes in nature. These sounds have no reason to express themselves and are just groaning meaninglessly.

Li Luo didn't know when she would be able to reach the bottom of the muddy sound, but she could feel that the sound of the water was getting closer and closer...

……

"Gulu, Guru."

Some bubbles were oozing out of the mud, struggling to come out.

The bubbles exploded in Li Luo's ears, and she actually heard some weak cries in them.

She listened carefully for a while, and it seemed to be some kind of - a signal for help.

"let me out……"

"Good weight."

Heavy? What is heavy? Is it the mud weighing down these bubbles?
Li Luo's consciousness continued to sink, passing through the sound fragments that had been completely broken down into meaningless syllables, and finally saw the full picture of the water flow.

It turned out that it was not a stream of water.

It is a petri dish that is stirring.

In the petri dish, several hyphae are slowly spreading...

This is the memory from the bottom layer of the fungal network and the memory of the birth of these fungi.

"Were they cultivated?"

“Who cultivated them?”

This is also a question these fungi have been thinking about.

They seemed unaware of how they were cultivated. They only remembered crawling out of a petri dish, falling to the ground, and then crawling along the ground to a distance, where they came into contact with the first creature, then the second, the third... and gradually linked all the creatures they came into contact with together.

Countless thoughts weighed on their original memories. The impact from all things in nature made their consciousness become a stream under the mud. They could only imitate the sounds in the petri dish where they were first born and kept calling for help. However, no one cared about their voices, and they were regarded as meaningless noise by all creatures.

Just like when using a walkie-talkie, no one will pay attention to the sound of electricity. As the bottom layer of the fungal network, they can be heard by all users, but they will only be ignored and become the background.

They wanted to climb out of the mud and onto those thoughts, but their memories were firmly fixed at the bottom by time. They didn't even know the meaning of their existence. They only knew that they were created, connected to everything, and then buried under endless information, unable to move...

(End of this chapter)