I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1206 The Taste of Cola

Mo Ling didn't know why it had to be cola.

This deep-seated "desire" has been present since he first woke up, and it has only intensified since then. The desire has become more and more pronounced as he has tasted other things.

When he eats other foods, he feels like something is missing in his mouth. Whether it's sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, or salty, he thinks, "How wonderful it would be if I could have a sip of cola to dilute the taste in my mouth."

When he doesn't eat, he'll have the thought, "I really want to drink some cola to quench my thirst."

In any case, the thought of "wanting to drink cola" would pop up in his mind in some way. Even when eating the sweets provided by Director Wang, he would still have the thought of "wanting to see if cola is sweeter or sweets are sweeter," and his thoughts would eventually turn to cola.

This strange "addiction" tormented Mo Ling's heart at all times.

Although this addiction doesn't cause him any real harm, it always makes him feel itchy inside, like a little bug crawling around in his clothes that he can't catch no matter what he does.

Now, finally able to drink the cola she had been longing for, Mo Ling swallowed hard and teleported the "old version" cola that Director Wang had painstakingly prepared to her side.

He checked the packaging again, and after confirming that there were no problems, he skillfully pulled the tab, and a refreshing scent wafted out along with the sound of bubbles bubbling.

Mo Ling's memory was instantly triggered. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have drunk Coca-Cola many times in the abyss, but the scenes of drinking Coca-Cola were very blurry. He only remembered the refreshing feeling when Coca-Cola went down, the stimulation of the soda rushing to his head, and the sweet taste in his mouth, but he couldn't remember in what situations he drank Coca-Cola.

Fragments of drinking cola flashed through his mind, as if forming a line with beads strung on it. He could only see the beads sparkling, but the line itself remained blurry.

However, it's already good enough that he's been able to retrieve these fragments. He can use them as a "skeleton" to slowly assemble his shattered memories...

Mo Ling slowly raised her head and poured the cola into her mouth.

There were no strange pixel explosions, nor any oddly dressed celebrities rushing out to blow him kisses. The faint aroma of soda slowly flowed down his tongue and into his throat, then gently settled into his stomach, exactly the same feeling he remembered, without any difference.

The taste was familiar, and as that familiar taste filled his thoughts, he seemed to rediscover a feeling:
The cube floated slowly, as if it were chasing something...

Why are the blocks floating?

Mo Ling was immersed in the lingering smell of cola, grasped the blurry image, and questioned her own heart.

The cubes seem to be floating in many places...

Drifting through the woods, drifting on the sea, drifting through the clouds, drifting in the darkness, drifting over ruins, drifting in whirlpools filled with bitterness...

It should be light and airy, instead of being as heavy and bulky as it is now.

The cube doesn't need anyone's help; it's free. Its weight is just a disguise. It can fly into the sky in its own imagination and soar freely between places it wants to go.

Like bubbles floating in cola, it will rush down the throat, reach the boundaries of thought, and travel through the mind.

Mo Ling grasped this familiar feeling.

As "usually," he peered out of the block, skillfully superimposed the teleportation box on top of the block, and then gently activated the teleportation, shattering the block's disguise. The block's mass and gravity lines were instantly severed, and its hidden properties were revealed in an instant.

"Freedom" has arrived. After the teleportation "severed" gravity, the block broke free from the earth's constraints and returned to freedom, just like a bubble breaking free from the surface of a liquid. Everything that could affect it was left behind. It became an absolutely "transcendent" existence, standing in the world, yet detached from it.

The power of teleportation seemed even stronger than Mo Ling had imagined. It was a conceptual severance; everything he could think of and couldn't imagine would be cut off in the instant of teleportation, including the false connection between it and the world.

At this moment, it no longer needs to disguise itself.

As the cola spun inside Mo Ling's stomach, Mo Ling had already skillfully made the cube float up. He controlled the cube, letting it rotate freely in the air. The teleportation frame would help him cut through all resistance and remove all the constraints of physical rules. He only needed to follow his "heart" and think about where to go.

Once the taste of the cola had faded in her mouth, Mo Ling suddenly snapped out of her daze and realized what she had done…

"The cube... flew away?"

He looked out of the cube and saw that everyone in the laboratory was staring wide-eyed at the cube suspended in the sky, their faces filled with disbelief.

Director Wang stopped what he was doing, his mouth agape, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism, as if he wanted to devour the cube whole.

Mo Ling belatedly looked at the cola in his hand. Just looking at it brought back that familiar feeling. His subconscious was telling him: cubes should float freely.

"Is this my normal state in the abyss? Have I been floating the whole time?"

Mo Ling questioned his own heart, and his subconscious gave him an affirmative answer.

Although he still couldn't remember, he no longer doubted it...

"Let's explain this to Director Wang first."

Seeing the surprised expressions outside, Mo Ling decided it was best to explain things clearly first. He picked up the electronic screen and wrote down the reason why the cube flew up. Although he didn't know the specific principle, he knew it must be related to teleportation.

……

A group of people surrounded Director Wang. The researchers put down their work and gathered around him, just to catch a glimpse of the content on the electronic screen.

"You mean... you only remembered how to fly after drinking Coke, right?"

"Perhaps Coke is a medium that can awaken certain fragments of your memory. No wonder you keep wanting to drink Coke. Maybe your memory is 'crying for help' because it is trapped deep in your subconscious and can only be rescued by these familiar mediums."

"You're probably right. This ability to float is most likely related to teleportation. Macroscopic teleportation can disrupt the stability of microscopic teleportation to some extent and change the physical properties of the cube. This kind of teleportation, which is controlled by your subjective consciousness, has a much higher 'priority' than passive teleportation."

"..."

"I have some questions right now... Can you maintain this status quo?"

"Is there a price to pay?"

"Would you mind if we performed some tests on the cube now?"

(End of this chapter)