I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1174 Salt and Tears

"What are those crystals?"

Under the text sky, Mo Ling asked Martin beside him.

"It's the salt crystal of despair."

"Salt?"

"Well, salt, the salt of despair. The concentration of despair is too high, exceeding the upper limit of the liquid's tolerance, so it precipitates from the tears..." Martin explained slowly.

"You're talking about 'tears'? That sea outside is tears?" Mo Ling asked in surprise.

"Yes, that sea did not exist originally. It was only when the first Creator appeared and shed the first tear that the sea slowly became an 'sea'. The tears of despair filled the bottom of the abyss. Even the entropy worms that originally existed there were driven away by despair and flew above the abyss."

"So that's how it is..." Mo Ling nodded in understanding, but he was still very shocked in his heart. He had never thought that the sea was made up of tears.

How many tears of "Creators" must have been stored here to form such a boundless sea.

How many worlds have died in the deception of the abyss.

A chill spread throughout Mo Ling's body from head to toe. He seemed to see countless desperate human creators lying on the ground crying. The tears soaked the words and flowed into the sea, bitter and salty.

Mo Ling licked his lips. Just imagining that scene made bitterness rise in his mouth.

"The sea of ​​despair precipitates salt crystals of despair, and the salt crystals reflect the object of despair, so you can see your friend, but you can only see him and cannot touch his real position."

"Then where is his real location?" Mo Ling asked anxiously. As soon as he asked this question, he thought of the answer.

Martin also pointed upwards again. Outside the canopy of words, the Creator's fingertips were trembling and stroking each word. As a huge "raindrop" fell, the spaces between the lines were gradually filled with a transparent and bitter liquid.

"When entering the sea of ​​despair, the Creator will also be assimilated by tears. When despair spreads throughout their bodies, they will cry uncontrollably and finally evaporate along with despair..."

Martin said helplessly as he looked at the liquid dripping from the sky.

"Your friend has persisted for a long time. I have never seen a Creator who can persist for so long like him. Moreover, he seems to have used other powers. Look at those words. Some of them are glowing with golden light."

Mo Ling looked in the direction Martin said, and indeed found that some words were shining with golden light. He immediately recognized that this was the power of the elves.

If it was an elf, maybe things would turn around.

However, after Moring told Martin about the elves, Martin still shook his head.

"No, look, the golden light is fading..."

"Short-lived hope brings nothing; only persistent hope can overcome despair."

"After the golden light completely dissipates, the world will still come to an end. The ending will not change at all."

Despite this, Mo Ling was unwilling to give up. He thought for a while and asked Martin, "Do you know why I came to the bottom of the abyss with him, but only he became the Creator, and I fell into the deep sea?"

Hearing Morin's question, Martin held the bottom edge of the glass jar, and the pickles in the jar began to turn. Soon, he thought of a possibility: "The reason why you didn't become the Creator is because you were not assimilated by the Tears of Despair. Do you have some kind of trait that cannot be assimilated?"

"Trait?" After hearing this word, Mo Ling instantly remembered what the eyeball had said to him before.

“Uniqueness!”

"Uniqueness!" Mo Ling said to Martin excitedly, and then told Martin the explanations given by the eyeball. He has uniqueness, just like the only nail on a board. If he disappears, the board will fall off the wall. So if the tears want to assimilate him, it will have to bear the consequences of the entire board falling. So the tears gave up assimilation, or maybe the tears simply could not assimilate him, the "only nail".

After figuring it all out, Mo Ling was very excited. He had finally found a way to fight the tears of despair, but soon his mood dropped again.

Now knowing that he will not be assimilated is of no avail, because the route has already been assimilated and sent to the top of the sky. The Creator's action has reached the final stage, and the world is on the brink of collapse.

"There is another way..."

Martin seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He grabbed Mo Ling's hand and rushed to the other end of the sea of ​​beds.

Soon, Martin found a bed among the crowded beds.

"Here." He pointed towards the bed, and Mo Ling followed the direction of his finger and looked at the bed.

When Mo Ling saw the person lying on the bed, he was stunned for a moment.

It's actually the router!

"What is this?" Mo Ling asked puzzledly.

"This is him at level 0 of the dream. He is the only one who still exists under the sky. The other levels of him have all gone above the sky."

Mo Ling moved to the bedside and touched Luzhi's body, which was as hard as a stone.

"What solution have you come up with?" Mo Ling asked anxiously.

Martin looked at Stone lying on the bed, then looked at Moring.

"Although there is no way to save your world, you can try to save your friend. You only need to use this body to enter his dream and pass your uniqueness to him. Free him from the assimilation of tears, he can escape from the evaporation of despair."

Although he didn't understand what Martin meant, Mo Ling nodded immediately: "What should I do?"

"Put your hands on this bed and...fall asleep."

Mo Ling obediently stroked the head of the bed with his hand and closed his eyes, but not long after, he opened his eyes again.

"How can I sleep like this?"

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

As Martin spoke, he moved closer, unscrewed the lid of the glass jar on his head, and took out a small pickle leaf.

"Eat it." He handed the kimchi leaves to Mo Ling's mouth.

Mo Ling didn't care whether it was dirty or not. He just bit the kimchi leaf and swallowed it without even tasting it.

After swallowing the pickled cabbage leaves, Mo Ling suddenly felt sleepy, and his consciousness became blurred, although he was just in an excited state.

His body also collapsed limply, and Martin quickly supported him and placed him next to Rouqi's bed.

The kimchi was so powerful that Mo Ling was just thinking that it was impossible for him to fall asleep here, but in the blink of an eye, he had already fallen into a drowsy dream...

But this dream doesn't seem to be very sweet.

(End of this chapter)