I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1225 The Pinnacle of the City
The top of the Dawn Tower appears to be completely open...

Logically speaking, this place should have been sealed off or guarded by security, but Mo Ling arrived here without any hindrance.

The rooftop was also covered with a replica of the Yuan Iron, and sunlight reflected off the metal surface, creating a scorching glow.

The light, unobstructed by clouds, was exceptionally dazzling at this moment.

The top of the tower is not completely flat. The outermost part is protected by a high wall, while the center is sunken, forming a sunken "plaza". What Mo Ling finds strange is that there is a cube-shaped building in the center of this plaza, located at the very center of the entire top of the tower, and it occupies a fairly large area.

"what is that?"

Mo Ling could no longer suppress her curiosity and walked towards the cube-shaped building.

Why is there such a large block at the top of the Dawn Tower?
"Is this related to the Cube of Salvation?"

While Mo Ling was filled with doubt, his heart was also racing. He had a premonition that there must be something inside that cube.

When Mo Ling arrived at the cube, he realized that the building was larger than he had expected, and a small door was facing him, as if inviting him to enter.

But Mo Ling wasn't so reckless; instead, she first peered inside.

However, after her vision passed through the metal walls of the cube-shaped building, Moring did not see the scene inside the building, but instead entered a chaotic sea of ​​pixels.

Countless colorful pixels converge, diffuse, rotate, and flicker in the air, like a broken screen where all the colors are completely disordered, and each pixel has its own "consciousness," multiplying and proliferating on the screen.

With just one glance, Mo Ling felt an indescribable dizziness, as if countless complex pieces of information were rushing into his mind. Every movement, flash, and color change of those pixels carried a massive amount of information, which, through arrangement and combination, formed a special language.

This language enters consciousness through observation. As Mo Ling saw these pixels, the pixels also began to "shout" in Mo Ling's mind, impacting his fragile consciousness.

It was a torrent of information, and Mo Ling, caught completely off guard, was overwhelmed by countless messages carrying specific meanings.

Brightness is a message, color is a message, the trajectory of motion is a message, size is a message, and the duration of existence is also a message... The messages expressed by a pixel are arranged and combined to become a kind of "statement".

The "sentences" of thousands of pixels form this unique language, which is transmitted to Moring through observation in a high-speed information flow manner.

Mo Ling couldn't understand the language, but he could feel its immense pressure.

It was as if countless people were speaking in his ear at the same time, and every word rushed into his brain through his ear canal without any omissions.

We simply can't handle it all.

Fortunately, the information overload didn't last long, and Mo Ling's remaining thoughts still managed to conjure up the idea of ​​"escaping."

He quickly seized this last thought, pulling his gaze away from the wall, thus escaping the noisy torrent of information.

The dizziness persisted, and the shouts still echoed. Mo Ling could only quickly take out the electronic screen and shift her attention elsewhere, browsing the news feed. After a while, the impact of the pixelated information gradually subsided.

Mo Ling breathed a long sigh of relief.

"This is terrifying, what on earth is that?"

Mo Ling looked at the cube-shaped building again, no longer daring to peer inside. He hadn't expected his "spying" to cause such terrible consequences.

"If I had looked at it any longer, my brain might have exploded." Mo Ling was terrified, but at the same time, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. He felt that the colored pixels were very friendly, as if he had seen an "old friend".

The pixelated information that had not yet completely dissipated sketched a figure in his mind. The figure was not the one he had been searching for, but it was closely connected to him and seemed to appear frequently in his memory.

"are friends."

Mo Ling's subconscious was reminding her.

"friend?"

Mo Ling murmured softly, her gaze fixed on the tightly closed small door.

The door was also made of metal, using the same material as the cube-shaped building. There was only a thin gap between the door and the wall, and a round handle on the door that gleamed brightly in the sunlight, as if to tell him: "Open here."

Mo Ling slowly walked to the door and, as if possessed, placed her hand on it.

As Mo Ling turned the doorknob, he heard the sound of the lock opening. It was as if an electric current passed through his body and returned to the door, seemingly checking the identity of the visitor.

The small door slowly opened, and a faint smell of kimchi wafted out, gradually dissipating as the cool breeze from the top of the tower blew in.

"Kimchi? Where did you get kimchi?"

Mo Ling assumed it was just her imagination and pushed open the door to go inside.

This appears to be a house for living, with a spacious living room that is decorated in a somewhat "retro" style, as if it came from the era of Moring, rather than a style that would be preferred by future humans.

It's somewhat monotonous and simple, but also practical.

Mo Ling's gaze swept around the house. The house's structure was not complicated. It was divided into several rooms evenly according to a cube-shaped space, each room having its own function. In the very center was a large laboratory, where every piece of experimental equipment was neatly arranged.

"My life and work are both in this place."

Looking at the laboratory, Mo Ling could already imagine the lives of the people living here. Every day was the same, they never went out, and when they woke up they would do experiments. Food was delivered to them.

Mo Ling walked towards the laboratory in the middle. After passing through the living room and a corridor, he would reach the laboratory. As he walked, he wondered if it was inappropriate for him to just barge into someone else's house.

But the faint smell of kimchi kept stimulating his senses. It wasn't a hallucination; he could definitely smell it, though it was very faint.

Every time he smelled that kimchi aroma, the pixelated figures would suddenly appear and then disappear, constantly "calling" to Mo Ling. He couldn't control his curiosity and followed the pixels' trajectory.

When the laboratory door was opened, the smell returned, lingering around Mo Ling's body. Mo Ling seemed to vaguely see a figure made of pixels flash before his eyes. The figure's outline was reaching out, guiding him into the laboratory, and then pointing to the experimental table, urging him to come forward and take a look.

As Mo Ling walked, her gaze followed the pixels and landed on the lab table.

The lab table was neatly arranged with various prepared experimental equipment and supplies. Among those equipment, in a prominent position, there was a piece of paper covered by an empty kimchi jar, with some words written on it.

Mo Ling looked at it carefully for a while and found that it was actually an instruction manual.

(End of this chapter)