I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1164: Despair Approaches
After wandering in the dreams of the remnants of the dead world for countless times, Martin finally figured out where these "creators" came from.

They were all human beings, the best humans in each world.

They overcame countless obstacles and headed to the bottom of the abyss, carrying the hopes of all mankind.

However, they finally stood above the sky and became the new "Creators".

Then, I destroyed everything I cherished with my own hands...

There is nothing at the bottom of the abyss, it is empty. The world that I want to save is gone, and the "Creator" is gone. The dim light shines on the words, and the reality has become a ruin, without any meaning.

All hope will turn into despair and swirl in the dead silence of ruins.

The abyss is still there, waiting for the next creator to come...

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After telling all this, Martin was still looking up at the high sky. At this moment, the new "Creator" above was groping hard. When he figured out these words, he would start a new round of destruction and turn the hope in his heart into despair with his own hands.

"I have observed many 'Creators' here. They were all full of confidence at the beginning. Each of them tried to change the existing reality and save the world. But once they started to modify reality, they would make it worse..."

"The structure of the world is very precise, just like a clock, where each gear is linked together. If you change the number of teeth on one gear at random, the rotation speed of the entire clock will be affected, and it will no longer be able to accurately measure time."

"Humans are not suitable watchmakers. We do not have the ability to repair clocks. Instead, we will accelerate the damage of clocks. The crumbling world will be pushed into the abyss by ourselves."

"The time of destruction will soon come. Your friend, the new creator, will follow the same path as the other creators..."

Martin's voice was very lonely, and he seemed unable to change the situation.

Even though he knew it was a scam, he couldn't stop it.

Mo Ling's vision shuttled across the sky, and his mood fell to the bottom as Martin told his story.

"The world is going to be destroyed by Router himself?"

They came to the bottom of the abyss with the hope of defeating the abyss, but now they have become the abyss's helpers? Are they going to personally send the world to the mouth of the abyss?
Mo Ling couldn't accept this fact, but he had to accept it.

If what Martin said was true, he could only watch helplessly as everything moved toward its predetermined conclusion...

"Is there no way we can tell him?" Mo Ling asked Martin with a trembling voice, "If we can tell him, he will stop changing the world."

"No, the sky has separated us. He can't see you, and you can't get his attention."

"What about going back to the crystal? Can we break it and let him escape?"

"Those crystals are as strong as the sky canopy. You can't destroy them. Besides, they only serve as projections. Even if you can break them, all you'll get is a pile of fragments."

"Is there no other way?" Mo Ling asked anxiously, her voice already tinged with tears.

Facing Moring's questioning, Martin shook his head helplessly, and the pickles in his glass jar swayed and drooped limply.

"I have tried many times... Every time a Creator comes here, I try. I try to use space relics to pass through the sky, try to transform myself into a virtual spirit, try to transmit the prompt signal out of thin air, but all failed."

"The barrier of the sky curtain is a barrier that denies reality, just like the ability it possesses. If I try to use the space relic to pass through it, it will deny my act of 'using the relic'. If I try to transmit signals out of thin air, it will deny the existence of those signals."

"This is a passive defense mechanism. It will not allow anything to interfere with the actions of the 'Creator'. These interfering behaviors and things will be denied by it and become non-existent realities."

"So, there is no way, no way..."

As Martin spoke, he became more and more helpless, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

For him, he had done everything he could, and he had figured out everything, but facing this barrier that could distort reality, he could only sigh in despair. Listening to Martin's explanation, Mo Ling clenched his fists, and his body was shaking because of his anxiety, but it was useless. He couldn't do it.

They are just human beings, they can't save the world or break the sky curtain.

The wisdom that mankind is proud of is powerless under the might of the abyss. The absolute relic that represents it denies everything, including the last glimmer of hope for mankind.

Mo Ling really wanted to continue asking.

"Is there really no other way?"

"Can you think about it again?"

"Maybe there are some methods that we haven't thought of yet..."

But he knew that asking further would be a torture for Martin.

The shadow of the creator that Route transformed into was still swaying above the sky, his fingers touching the words that could affect reality. Perhaps soon, he would begin to modify the content of the words.

Just as Mo Ling was about to be overwhelmed by despair, Martin suddenly whispered, "If it were you in your old self, you should be able to..."

The original you?

Mo Ling's eyes fell on Martin, and he asked with doubt:

"Who are you talking about?"

"you."

"Me?" Mo Ling pointed at himself.

"Well, the you I knew before was not like this. At that time, you had the ability to break the sky."

"Are you telling the truth?" Mo Ling pointed at himself and asked in disbelief.

"Really? But you can't do that now. You're still far from it."

After hearing Martin's comments, Mo Ling was silent for a while. He couldn't figure out whether the "self" Martin was talking about really existed.

"What does that 'I' look like?"

"Fang, very powerful..."

Martin stretched out his hand, drew a square, and then described it carefully to Mo Ling...

After listening to Martin's description, Mo Ling became even more confused. Was that absurd form of existence really him?

A cube that sometimes turns into a person, can fly around, and can cut through reality?
A distorted and blurry image appeared in Mo Ling's mind, and then it shattered in an instant. He really couldn't imagine that picture.

"I probably can't return to my original appearance..." he said helplessly to Martin.

Mo Ling knows his own abilities.

"Don't force yourself. After all, you are not the same person you were then." Martin comforted.

"But we can only watch..."

"Just wait and see. As long as things haven't come to an end, there's still a chance. I hope it's not something that can be wiped out so easily."

(End of this chapter)