I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1288 Fly Higher
"If it's farther away from this world, the projection should get bigger, right?"

As the altitude increases, the resulting projection will be larger.

"I need to get away from this world."

Mo Ling made a decision immediately. He couldn't let his vision be limited to a small corner of the sandbox; he had to see more...

As she thought about it, Mo Ling raised her head and looked up.

At the same time, the squares in the square began to rise gradually and become increasingly blurry.

"Are you leaving?"

A strange statue came to Mo Ling's side.

It was a Forked One, whose tree roots, used for communication, had already wrapped around Moring's ankle.

“I need to get further away from this world to see more,” Mo Ling said to it.

“You’re too far away from us. You’ll get lost, and we’ll never be able to cross paths again,” the Chali tribe said worriedly.

"Do you have any ideas?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

“Let me think…” The roots of the Chali tribe swayed, as if deep in thought.

He quickly came up with an idea:
“Let’s wrap you up with tree roots! As long as you don’t fly too high, we can pull you back down.”

"Is it feasible?" Mo Ling asked, half believing and half doubting.

"Of course, even if you are separated from everything, you are still intertwined with us."

As it spoke, the Chali tribe beckoned its companions to come to Moring's side.

“We will bind you tightly, we will be intertwined forever,” the Chali people said confidently.

"I believe in you." Mo Ling nodded.

He believed in the Chali tribe, and he also believed in his own "heart".

……

Soon, the Chali tribe wove a large net with tree roots, firmly binding Mo Ling in the center.

"Alright! Let's go!"

"If I fly too far, remember to pull me back," Mo Ling instructed.

"rest assured."

The emotions of the Chali tribe were transmitted from the tree roots into Mo Ling's heart.

Very reassuring.

Mo Ling can finally let go and leave this world.

However, leaving is not a simple matter; it means that all his connections with this world will be severed, or even broken.

Just a slight movement, and the cube's appearance in this world began to become blurry.

Now that he was bound by the roots of the Chali tribe, Mo Ling became bolder. He looked up again and adjusted the distance between himself and the sandbox.

……

Little Li Luo held the cube and waved it in the light, while the monster's figure below grew increasingly ferocious and terrifying.

But then she frowned.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked with concern.

“Look at that shadow.” Little Li Luo pointed to the dark shadow on the “city.”

"It's gotten bigger."

"Although it's gotten bigger, it's also become blurry," Xiao Liluo said somewhat dejectedly. "The farther away you are, the bigger the shadow gets, but it also becomes less clear, and the outline becomes less and less distinct..."

Hearing this, the mother gently patted Xiao Liluo's head and comforted her, "There's nothing we can do about it."

These are the rules of light and shadow; they cannot change them.

"You don't need to raise it so high."

"If we don't raise it high enough, the monster won't be big enough; if we raise it too high, the monster will be blurry..." Little Li Luo explained anxiously.

The enormous black shadow looming over the city also began to tremble.

The people in the city noticed that the monster seemed to have weakened considerably. Although it was growing larger, its shape was becoming increasingly blurry, and even its shadow was no longer so dark. The surrounding light seeped in, giving the people a chance to catch their breath.

"Has the monster left?"

"It... seems to have drifted away from us."

……

Mo Ling found herself becoming "blurred".

He should have been a definite entity anchored in a certain location, but now it's hard to discern his exact location.

He seemed to be swaying and trembling, like a flame about to be extinguished.

It was like opening a satellite map, but the arrows pointing to it were flashing back and forth, appearing here one moment and there the next. At the same time, his consciousness seemed to become somewhat blurred.

When thinking about certain things, I sometimes pause suddenly, and my perception becomes distorted.

This cognitive bias kept echoing in his mind, questioning him:
How long is one meter?

How much does one gram weigh?

How hot is 37 degrees Celsius?

What shape is a circle?

What is the sum of the interior angles of a triangle?

What is the angle of a right angle?

What is an obtuse angle?

How many legs do humans have?

How fast is a second?

Which way is east?

As the altitude continues to rise, Mo Ling's perspective on the world also constantly changes.

A one-meter-long line appears as one meter when viewed vertically, but not as one meter when viewed at an angle.

If the angle of gravity changes, a one-gram weight will no longer weigh one gram.

If a triangle is placed on a curved surface, the sum of its interior angles is no longer 180°.

If you look at a person from the side, that person will only have one leg; if you look at them from the sky, that person will have no legs.

Facts and perceptions are constantly in conflict, negating Mo Ling's past.

His thoughts gradually became lost as he ascended to greater heights, and he began to endlessly deny himself.

Mo Ling couldn't ignore the questioning voices at all; everything he saw clearly entered his mind.

Ultimately, he was merely a consciousness originating from the sandbox, and had never examined the sandbox from a perspective of change.

From different perspectives, the rules are different. These disordered rules are destroying Mo Ling's usual perceptions. In different directions of time, his past self is questioning his present self, while his present self is looking at his future self.

Should the second hand move forward, backward, or inward?

The paint on the painting began to turn into colors he couldn't understand.

Is it red? Or blue? Or ***?

Mo Ling's mind was filled with words he had never seen before, used to describe that brand new color.

When the angle of observation changes, the range of visible light also changes, and the movement of light waves no longer follows familiar rules, thus creating unprecedented colors.

Dazzled.

Mo Ling no longer knew how to describe what he had seen; jumbled words repeated in his ears, as if he were hearing whispers from an evil god.

He gave up thinking and stopped his mind from working.

All he knew was that he was getting further and further away from the world he knew...

In that completely distorted perspective, he saw humans transformed into life forms with interwoven star rings, eyes that were stars with flowing heat, teeth that were neatly arranged asteroid belts, and breaths that were purple nebulae. The humans had eight legs, spread out like spiders, and their speech became electromagnetic waves, buzzing loudly.

As he rose higher, he saw the universe emitting beeping sounds. Against the black void, there were circuit boards, with invisible currents flowing through them, using 0s and 1s to describe the rules of the entire universe.

He passed through the cosmic shell and saw the edge of the still-expanding Big Bang, soft and spongy like a bubble, and growing ever larger.

Are bubbles round?

The voice was questioning him again.

He didn't know if the voice was his own; he could no longer recognize his own voice, and all the sounds sounded chaotic to him.

He heard sheep bleating, foxes running, and elephants eating cotton candy. There was a second hand ticking on the cotton candy, which cut the elephant in half. 3700-degree Celsius molasses burst out of the elephant's body, instantly engulfing him.

He continued to rise, forcibly maintaining his shape. He gave up perceiving those chaotic concrete images, gave up changing perspectives, and simply rose, flying higher and higher.

When everything around him was in complete chaos, when he could no longer describe his thoughts in concrete language...

He saw some distorted text.

Everything turned into black and white, and could only be described with words, but he couldn't understand those words and felt that every stroke was "wrong".

The words were asking him, "Why did you come here?"

The sound of the words rushed into his eardrums, and only then, in his pain, did he remember that it was his own voice.

But in an instant, he forgot about it again and started thinking about "why this voice sounds so familiar".

He couldn't understand it, so he could only run away.

They fled further and further, higher and higher.

Until they escaped to a strange place...

(End of this chapter)