I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1065 A splitting headache
The harder Mo Ling tried to recall that figure, the more his head hurt.

But he still didn't want to give up. He had clearly never seen that person before, so why did he have such a strong sense of déjà vu? Why did he feel that figure was so familiar? Mo Ling really wanted to figure it out.

Despite the headache, Mo Ling still persisted. He tried to support his head with his hands, but all he touched was a cold block, like touching a thick layer of shell, which did not make his head feel any better.

He tried to shake his head, but even though he was shaking it, his brain didn't feel the shaking. There was a gap in perception, which made Mo Ling feel even more dizzy.

Mo Ling, who was originally sitting on the ground, fell softly to the ground. The sky was spinning and the earth was spun. The flashing lights in the cockpit suddenly began to rotate. The earth in the distance instantly turned upside down. The blue lights seemed to turn into a spiral shape, and the mountains and oceans on the surface also began to distort and change.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Li Luo's voice sounded at the side. She squatted down and asked Mo Ling anxiously, but Mo Ling could only see her mouth moving. The voice became more and more distorted, and finally turned into some sharp noises.

The little black dog licked Mo Ling's hand and turned around anxiously, but Mo Ling could no longer feel anything. The pain in his head gradually spread to his whole body. His skin felt like it was being pricked by needles. He lost all feeling. Mo Ling felt as if he was lying on a bed covered with glass shards. The sharp glass shards were constantly cutting his body and splitting his soul into pieces.

He wanted to say something, but his consciousness seemed unable to reach the talking bracelet. It was like it hit a ball of soft cotton and gradually dissipated. His struggle made the headache worse. Waves of pain came from different parts of his head and echoed in the cranial cavity, swelling as if it was about to explode.

"I……"

At this moment, Mo Ling couldn't even stop thinking about that figure. His thinking had become a habit. That figure just hung in front of his completely dazed eyes for a long time. The familiar stranger was wearing glasses and just looked at him, as if he was looking into his eyes, but also as if his eyes were passing through his body and looking into the distance.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

Mo Ling wanted to ask questions frantically, but no sound came out. He wanted to reach out and grab the person in front of him, but his hands were too numb to lift them.

The head was getting bigger and bigger, and the "glass" around the body was getting sharper and sharper. Mo Ling felt as if he was squeezed into a space gap, being squeezed and cut madly. Everything around him was twisting and spinning, and only that figure was always standing in front of his eyes, maintaining a motionless posture.

Just when Mo Ling was about to faint, a familiar voice came over like ripples and reached Mo Ling's ears.

"Don't you recognize me?"

It was the voice of the "Savior", the person in front of him was talking to him!
Mo Ling's hair stood on end instantly, and a chill surged to the top of his head, which alleviated his pain a lot.

He looked at the figure in astonishment, not sure whether the words he had just heard were true.

"Don't you recognize me?"

The same voice came again.

This time, Mo Ling finally saw clearly that it was the person in front of him who was speaking!

His mouth moved! Although it was not obvious, it did move.

Mo Ling wanted to respond, but he couldn't do it now. He could only look at the figure and struggle to make some noise.

Everything around the figure had been completely twisted into strange outlines, like a vortex of mud covered with colorful paint, with some sharp metallic crystals growing on the surface. The crystals grew into trees, and the trees bore fruit. The fruit fell into the mud and became nutrients, which were then absorbed by the crystal roots, climbing up the metal branches from the trunk and becoming fruit. The fruit fell into the mud...

"You don't recognize me."

The man spoke again, but this time it was a statement. He seemed to have discovered that Mo Ling didn't know him.

The metal crystal tree kept rotating around him, growing but falling. The strange crystal fruit changed back and forth between reality and illusion. Mo Ling could see the route of its rotation, but he could not understand this strange cycle at all. As the fruit moved, many empty "thoughts" seemed to accumulate in Mo Ling's mind, making his already swollen head even heavier.

He wanted to close his eyes and not look at the complicated picture, but he had no eyes at all.

How can a cube have eyes?

He could only watch, watch helplessly...watch the fruit fall into the mud, become nutrients, pass through the tree trunk, drill into the branches, and become fruit...

The meaningless cycle was constantly attacking Mo Ling's brain, impacting his thoughts again and again. He couldn't shift his gaze at all. His eyes were locked on that figure, and everything around him was taken in, including, of course, the never-ending metal cycle.

“You’re falling apart.”

The figure's lips moved slightly and uttered a word.

He could see that Mo Ling was in a very bad condition.

Mo Ling really wanted to ask who he was and what was wrong with him, but Mo Ling was totally unable to do it. He could only force himself to stay conscious and wait for that person to respond.

The figure still stood there, motionless, and everything around it continued to distort and change like a kaleidoscope. Just when Mo Ling's consciousness was about to reach the critical point, the cold voice once again flooded into his thoughts.

"You shouldn't come out. If you stay out for too long, you'll break down. Stay in there."

What do you mean?
Stay inside?

Does it mean staying in the cube? Does "coming out" mean...becoming like a cube person?
"Don't worry, I'll take you back."

Mo Ling was still confused when the voice came again.

Send me back?

A bigger doubt popped up in Mo Ling's already messy mind. At this moment, he was like an ignorant baby who could only accept external stimulation and raise questions, but had lost the ability to think deeply. Those doubts and thoughts floated through his smooth head without causing any ripples.

Under Mo Ling's dull gaze, the figure raised his hand...

The metal crystal tree that was originally blooming in the mud seemed to have found a breakthrough and stopped repeating the meaningless cycle. Instead, it grew along the figure's arm, with its roots wrapping around the shoulders, its trunk bending around the elbows, its branches coming out from between the fingers, and finally piercing directly in front of Mo Ling's eyes.

The branch seemed to be about to pierce Mo Ling's non-existent eyes and drill into his brain, but at this moment, the branch stopped growing and stopped.

A fruit rose from the mud and slowly came to the tip of the branch along the veins of the metal crystal tree.

Then, it grew on Mo Ling...

(End of this chapter)