I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1210 Remembering Myself
There is more than one source of trouble.

That day, Director Wang found Mo Ling and told him something very unexpected...

“We searched databases from several years before and after the Abyss invasion, including various independent system databases, the search and rescue list of Base 821, the hunter registration form at the entrance to the Abyss, and the entry and exit lists of various monitoring stations, but we did not find a person named ‘Mo Ling’.”

“Similar names include Mo Ling, Mo Lin, Mo Lin, Mo Ling, etc. After ruling out gender factors, we investigated the remaining personnel. Some of these people had died in the invasion of the abyss, while others had always lived on the surface and had no record of entering the abyss.”

“Those who have records of entering the abyss do not match the time and have a large age difference, so it can be confirmed that they are not ‘Mo Ling’ herself.”

“We also ruled out the interference of names and searched for people with similar experiences, comparing them one by one in the first list of people who entered the abyss, and found no one who matched your description.”

“Based on the address you provided, we also checked the property information from that year. Although we cannot pinpoint the specific apartment number due to the passage of time, we can confirm that there is no one named ‘Mo Ling’ in that building. Correspondingly, no suspicious individuals were found in other nearby buildings.”

"Through a thorough investigation and based on the available data, we can tentatively determine..."

"Mo Ling, or rather, someone who fits this experience, does not exist."

Director Wang's words left much room for interpretation, not completely denying the existence of "Mo Ling," but his meaning was also very clear: the existing information could not prove that "Mo Ling" really existed.

The subjects described in that experience and the life trajectory outlined cannot be verified at the moment.

Listening to Director Wang's explanation, Mo Ling was somewhat surprised, but his heart wasn't greatly affected; he had already vaguely guessed some of the things that had happened...

"I do not come from this world."

The idea naturally arose in his mind, as if he were very certain that "parallel worlds" really existed. He didn't think that coming from another world was anything surprising. Everything was natural and ordinary, and he even felt somewhat relieved.

Why do I have this feeling?

"Shouldn't you be surprised or terrified to know that you come from another world?"

Mo Ling sat on the bed, calmly looking ahead, constantly recalling Director Wang's words. He was certain that he was not from this world, but why had he come to this world?
Is there anything special about this place?

At this moment, the desire to understand this world arose in Mo Ling's heart once again.

"I can't stay in the research institute any longer. I have to go out and see what the world will be like a hundred years from now, see how people live after the abyss is sealed, see what's so special about this world, and see why I came here..."

But now he faces a problem: he can't get out.

His current identity is the "Savior Cube" who saves the world. If he goes out, it will cause a sensation. Not only is it not allowed by the research institute, but it is also not allowed by the higher authorities. He is under the gaze of too many people, so he can only hide for the time being and wait for a suitable opportunity.

But Mo Ling didn't want to wait any longer. His hazy memories needed some "shocks," and these shocks couldn't be found in the unchanging research institute. Mo Ling had been drifting around the research institute for a while and had long been familiar with everything there. Nothing could evoke his memories anymore.

"If only I could become something else, not a cube, then it wouldn't cause such a commotion..."

As this thought crossed Mo Ling's mind, a blurry image flashed before his eyes again...

Upon seeing those images, Mo Ling immediately stood up from the bed.

"Can I become something else? How?" In that scene, he seemed to see something different...

At times, he is not cube-shaped, but humanoid, with hands and feet, only "looking a little unusual".

As Mo Ling gazed at those images, a sense of familiarity washed over him again. It was as if he could reach out and retrieve those fragments of memory with just a gentle touch, but something was always missing…

"No, I need to know how I changed."

Mo Ling grabbed the Coke next to her, opened it, and chugged it down.

In an instant, countless memories rushed to my mind as the bubbles burst.

Stimulated by both the sweetness and the memories, Mo Ling's heart began to race.

"Bang bang bang!"

The pounding heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Mo Ling grasped this feeling, the sensation of his heart racing. Every time he transformed into human form, it seemed to be accompanied by the same feeling—fear, surprise, excitement, or anger…

When adrenaline surges, the heart beats faster, and blood rushes, something inside the body breaks free from the cold, rigid constraints, bursting forth like a blazing fire.

Mo Ling clutched her chest, closed her eyes, and felt the sweetness mingling with the sound of her heartbeat.

Forgetting is a painful thing. Sweetness can alleviate the pain, but it cannot kill the pain. Only "remembering" is the antidote.

Mo Ling's heart pounded as she frantically tried to piece together her chaotic memories.

The hard metal wall seemed to have shed its disguise, and the tremors of a heartbeat shattered the mental wall that had stood there all along. The "cube illusion" that appeared in reality changed its appearance in the midst of the violent heartbeat. In the strong desire to escape, it grew limbs and grew into a more familiar concrete form for Mo Ling...

The cube is "empty," and emptiness is inherently colorless; color is determined by the mind.

When a person can feel their own heartbeat, they come alive. They are no longer the cold cube they once were. They grow hands that can touch flowers, legs that can stand on the ground, skin that can feel the sunlight, and muscles that can lift up responsibilities...

Mo Ling didn't open her "eyes," but she could already see the flowing wind.

The wind gently blew across his chest, his hand was still pressed against his chest, his heart was still pounding, but the walls that bound his heart had quietly disappeared.

He was very familiar with this feeling; the images in his memory completely overlapped with his current state. It was a freer state, a posture he was most familiar with as a former human being.

Mo Ling remembered herself...

But Director Wang in front of him was not "familiar" with the new form of the cube.

His eyes widened, and he stumbled back a few steps, bumping into the lab table. His glasses nearly fell off. He raised his trembling hand, carefully adjusting them, and then his expression gradually shifted from surprise to excitement…

(End of this chapter)