I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1276 The Third Option
"You possess power that we cannot comprehend..."

"It's just that you can't master it yet."

"You haven't had enough time to fully grasp the power of the cube."

"The original humans lacked time the most, because the threat of the abyss was imminent, and they had to race against time."

"But things are different now; we have plenty of time."

"Enough for you to run rampant, enough for you to fully understand your own power."

"The Fire Seed Project not only gave humanity a chance to breathe, but also provided fertile ground for you to become a god."

"Mo Ling, you don't need to be confused, anxious, or overthink. Just calm down and look."

"Look at this world, look at humanity, look at the clouds, look at the flowers... Only when you understand this world and everything in space can you understand yourself."

"If one day you really become a god, you will be able to make your own choices."

"It is to kill the abyss."

"Still existing in the abyss."

"Or, do nothing."

"It's all up to you."

Martin finished rambling on and on, then gently tapped Moring's square head.

"Stop spacing out. Is there anything else you want to ask? I'm leaving now."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to dreams, there's no place for me in reality."

Where is the dream?

"you guess?"

Martin tapped Moring on the head again.

"Don't always ask others; find the answers yourself."

After saying this, he suddenly reached out and pushed, and the two separated in the layers of dreams.

"Take care of yourself."

Martin's voice echoed around Moring, as if countless "Martins" were saying the same thing to him at the same time.

Mo Ling hurriedly reached out to grab the departing figure, but his grasp fell on empty air amidst the rippling colorful waves. When he tried to reach out again, all that remained in front of him were the still-unsettled ripples.

Martin has disappeared.

It seems, just as he said, that he went into a dream.

But where is the dream?

Mo Ling still didn't know.

He could only watch helplessly as the colors flickered, sinking into a deep and lingering sense of loss.

"It seems like everything is gone..."

Li Luo is gone, Lu Youqi is gone, Martin is gone.

Mo Ling's heart felt empty, and she was falling in that dream.

After an unknown amount of time, the mille-feuille-like cracks slowly faded away, and Mo Ling fell backward, landing on the grass.

This looks like the lawn in the courtyard outside Li Luo's house. The weeds are already very tall, and Mo Ling looks like she's buried in a thick ball of cotton.

He kept his head tilted back, never getting up, still lost in endless despair.

Sunlight shone on the grass, reflecting a bright, glittering light. Dewdrops from the grass blades hit the metal surface and then slid down onto Mo Ling, the cool sensation making him slightly more awake.

A gentle breeze blows, the leaves sway softly, and the light shining on the cube dances, constantly changing the shapes cut by the gaps between the leaves.

One moment it turns into a running puppy, the next into a wriggling noodle, then into a round coin, and then into a curved banana...

A grasshopper hopped onto Moring's cube-shaped head and kicked it. God was thus offended by a tiny insect, but God seemed unconcerned.

Two leaves drifted down, outlining a double helix structure of genes in the air, and then, under the influence of gravity, gently adhered to the cube. The damp leaves held the metal surface firmly due to the tension.

Unfortunately, the grasshopper was also trapped underneath.

Faced with this sudden disaster, the grasshopper struggled incessantly, trying to escape the "green net." Unfortunately, its weak body could not support its escape, and its leaves and the metal surface became more and more tightly pressed together because of its struggle.

Just when the insect was in despair, a large hand slowly reached out.

"is God!"

God effortlessly picked up the leaf and tossed it aside.

The grasshopper was able to escape and jump off the god's body.

Upon returning to their troop, the grasshopper will always tell its companions this story:
"I offended God out of ignorance, but God forgave me. Not only did He not punish me, He also rescued me from the disaster. The God of Squares is selfless, magnanimous, and forgiving... Please join me in praising Him."

And what about God?
God simply felt uncomfortable having a leaf stuck to his head and wanted to remove it.

He didn't even realize he had saved a grasshopper...

Mo Ling sat up from the grass in a daze, still feeling empty inside.

He hadn't fully recovered from his fragmented memories, and now the separation had left his mind feeling as if many important things had been ripped out, leaving only broken and empty spaces.

Martin's departure was too sudden, but Moring had a general idea of ​​the reason:

"The abyss has been sealed, and dreams are no more here, so Martin had to leave..."

Mo Ling sat on the grass for a long time, and he found that he could not seem to find any reason to "stand up".

Everything he knew was long gone.

The world he once knew, his former companions—everything had vanished without a trace. He was like one of those lonely centenarians gazing out the window, his soul forever trapped in the past.

He had nothing left to do.

There is no revenge that must be accomplished, no ideal that must be realized. The only thing to do is to live well, just as Martin said.

Mo Ling does not believe she can become a god.

In his view, God's responsibility was too heavy, and he could not bear it.

"God is perfect, right? I am obviously full of flaws."

Mo Ling was very self-aware. Whether it was Li Luo, Martin, or Lu Youqi, they were all more qualified to become gods than him. Apart from being a little lucky, he was no match for his companions.

Sitting there blankly like this is the most suitable way for him.

Mo Ling used to often space out like this.

During breaks, students either chat in groups or chase and play outside. Diligent students preview the content of the next lesson, while mischievous students look at comics under their desks.

Mo Ling just sat there, staring blankly ahead.

His classmate, who was also a groundhog, once mocked him:
"You sit there like a Buddha! Hahaha! Someone can actually sit still for an entire break without moving at all. Did you have your spirit leave your body and go to cultivate?"

"What is astral projection?" the young Mo Ling asked in confusion.

"One cultivation method involves using the primordial spirit to absorb spiritual energy from nature, which is faster than the body can absorb it. Some cultivators leave their bodies with their primordial spirit during cultivation, but at this time they are easily attacked. The primordial spirit cannot return to the body in time, leading to qi deviation and damage to both the body and the primordial spirit..."

Groundhog's deskmate, holding a fantasy novel, earnestly explained it to Mo Ling.

Mo Ling listened in a daze, nodding repeatedly.

After explaining, the groundhog classmate patted Mo Ling on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Mo Ling, you are a cultivation genius, one in a million. You must not bury your talent. You have a power that we cannot understand... but you cannot master it yet. What you need now is time."

"Take this manual and read it. Calm your mind, settle down, and you will surely be able to cultivate into a god."

The groundhog classmate slapped the fantasy novel into Mo Ling's hands.

"Also, remember not to let the teachers see this. Those mortals can't understand you, and they'll confiscate it."

(End of this chapter)