I'm trapped in a block

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Martin had witnessed many similar moments of despair under that sky.

Those creators, full of confidence, wanted to save the world, but in the end, they led it to its destruction.

The greater the expectation, the deeper the despair that follows.

Martin saw those painful tears falling on the sky, and salty drops overflowing between the lines of his writing; that indescribable despair also reached his heart.

As the creators above the celestial canopy were killed by despair, Martin below the canopy was also killed at the same time...

He wondered countless times if he was really better than those creators.
Without exception, those creators all possessed the best qualities in each world, making them arguably the most "perfect" humans in each world. Even they could not save humanity from the corruption of the abyss, so wouldn't he be even more helpless in his place?
Martin was very self-aware; he knew he was "lucky" to have been favored by various forces—blood transfusions, dreams—these strange and powerful abyssal forces, in the twists of fate, happened to favor him and chose him as their agent.

If you put someone else in charge, the result will be the same.

However, whenever Martin thought this, the tentacles of dreams would suddenly emerge from the glass jar and bang on the jar from the inside, as if trying to rouse Martin.

"Why did you choose me?" Martin asked the tentacles in the jar.

The tentacle didn't answer, but continued tapping on the jar, creating a pleasant rhythm...

Dreams make decisions that are always so baffling, just like dreams themselves.

Swinging between despair and hope, Martin developed a high resistance to those tears; sometimes his mind would feel despair, but his body would persevere on its own.

He is now at the bottom of the lake, just like that.

That feeling of despair and emptiness was unbearable, but my body kept moving forward.

Even if humans give up the will to live, they will still grab food when it comes to them, swallow water when it enters their mouths, dodge when they feel pain, and hold their breath when they smell an unpleasant odor...

This is human instinct, and Martin trained himself to fight against despair as an instinct.

He fell into despair countless times under the sky, but his body continued to execute the plan he had made before he fell into despair, until his consciousness escaped from the abyss of despair again and took over his body.

Just like a mother who, even when unconscious, still holds her child tightly during an earthquake, instinct can overcome everything.

Martin walked up to the top of the lake, reached out, and touched the empty, illusory figure again.

Boundaries have been broken once again.

When the world trembled again, the lake flowed backward, and sunlight shone down, Martin's consciousness was awakened at the same time, filled with new expectations...

Dust flew everywhere, and there were rustling sounds.

"Send the preparation signal."

Sound the horn.

As the piercing horn blared, Martin regained control of his body and quickly made a decision:

This time, he's going to escape!
He ignored the person in charge and the explosive device, and regardless of what was happening behind him, he walked through the crowd without looking back and ran towards the entrance of the mine.

The horn sounded for more than ten seconds, which was enough for him to run a long distance.

He twisted his ankle, but he didn't care. People behind him were calling his name, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything.

"Run!" Martin had only one thought in his mind.

Even if you can't reach the mine entrance, you should stay away from that terrifying explosion.

He didn't know why the phantom had brought him to this day of explosion, nor did he know what the consequences of his actions would be. His consciousness, which had just awakened from despair, was terrifyingly focused, devoid of any superfluous thoughts, precisely controlling every muscle in his body as he ran for his life.

Time passed second by second, and those few seconds felt incredibly long.

"Boom!" The familiar explosion made Martin's legs tremble. He quickly steadied himself and continued running forward.

He didn't even care about the explosion; the power of emptiness, the disappearance of the world—none of it mattered to him. His sprained ankle was already numb; adrenaline masked his ability to feel pain; his heart was pounding, and his blood was rushing to his head…

Martin just kept running, not thinking about anything, and didn't know how long he ran until the entrance to the mine appeared in front of him.

"Success?"

He stopped at the mine entrance, looking at his hands. His body still "existed." The explosion had happened, but the world around him hadn't disappeared; the hollow force seemed not to have reached him. He ran out of the area affected by that force…

The ringing in my ears from the explosion gradually faded, replaced by a series of shouts coming from a walkie-talkie, accompanied by static.

"Is anyone there? Please answer!"

"Demolition Team! What happened?!"

Why not reply to the detonation completion signal?

Listening to the questions coming from the walkie-talkie, Martin felt only a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

He actually survived? What consequences will this have?
As soon as this question arose in his mind, he felt his consciousness leave his body, and that "boundary" was slowly returning.

Are we going back to the lake again?

It seems not; he is still attached to the demolition team member, but has lost the ability to control him.

At the same time, he felt as if everything was starting to accelerate...

The demolition team member he was controlling looked confused. He looked at his hands, then looked back, seemingly unsure why he was at the mine entrance.

The walkie-talkie was still questioning him. The member blankly took off his headset, picked up the walkie-talkie, and responded.

"What happened at the scene? Why aren't you responding?"

"Huh?" he replied blankly.

"Who are you?!"

"Liu Xiaoliang".

"Liu Xiaoliang! Have your team leader reply!"

"Team leader? He's not here."

"Not here? What do you mean? Where are you right now?"

"I'm at Exit 6, I don't know why I'm here..."

Liu Xiaoliang still looked confused. He answered the walkie-talkie in a disjointed manner, and the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie realized that something was wrong.

"You wait there! Don't move! I'll send someone over right away!"

……

It seems that Liu Xiaoliang had no memory of the time when Martin was controlling his body.

He was still completely confused even when the support personnel arrived at the scene.

He didn't even know the explosion had happened.

Time was passing faster and faster, and after people discovered that the demolition team was missing, they quickly called in emergency rescue personnel.

Martin also learned about what happened afterward from Xu Demin's account.

The only difference is that Liu Xiaoliang survived.

He was immediately detained by the public security department and interrogated repeatedly.

No matter how much they interrogated him, he couldn't give them an answer.

"I really forgot! I was in a daze that day and ended up standing at Exit 6. I didn't even know when the explosion happened..."

History seems to have changed, yet not by much.

(End of this chapter)