I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1290 Do whatever you want

Lying on the pure black earth, Mo Ling seemed to be watching those white stripes transform into something familiar to him.

He followed the ever-changing stripes and repeated his journey into the abyss once more.

This time, there was no parting. He and the girl reached the bottom of the abyss together, where they discovered a new path and began a new adventure...

It seems like the journey will never end.

But that was just a fantasy after all. With the disillusionment of the stripes, Mo Ling returned to the sad reality.

█: "Sigh..."

Square let out a long sigh.

He knew his fantasy was impossible to realize.

Every journey has an end, and every story has a conclusion.

And those gazes that he bears will eventually be withdrawn.

Mo Ling looked "up" and, in the opposite direction from where the Chali tribe's song was coming from, he seemed to see a beam of light.

That must be a higher place than here.

A central projection always needs a "center," right?

That light source seems to be the center.

The farther away from the ground and the closer to the light source, the clearer Mo Ling's perception of the light became.

He couldn't see the light clearly, but he could feel the emotions it was sending at him.

It's a feeling of "concern" and "examination," like a passerby watching a story. They come and go in a hurry, glancing lightly at the world and observing a small corner of it through their shadow.

But it was that light that made the world more solid.

It seems that the world would not exist without their observation.

The projection exists because the light source exists.

As the physical entity between the light source and the shadow, he can understand all of this.

The light was too bright for him to see clearly. Half of his body was enveloped in the light, which dissected most of him.

They knew him like family.

He became so real because of that.

Mo Ling understood the meaning of "truth" in the square. Truth does not come from an absolute definition, but from the observation of others.

As long as it is seen, it will exist.

If it were the old Mo Ling, he would never have agreed with such an idealistic viewpoint, but after witnessing so many things firsthand, his thoughts have changed.

Martin may have realized this long ago, which is why he was sent to see the world properly and understand everything in it.

Whether or not what is seen exists in the same dimension as the observer, it is real once it is seen.

Two people on opposite sides of the world saw Hamlet at the same time. Although different voices echoed in their minds, the same melody resonated more often.

"Hamlet" does not exist in reality; he is a fictional character, something from another dimension. However, the melody that resonates in both of their minds at the same time makes "Hamlet" a real string.

It connects from one end to the other.

At this moment, Mo Ling, and the world within his shadow, are both "Hamlet".

The angle of light is fixed, just like how people outside of "TV series" or "novels" can only observe the fictional world from the same fixed angle, but what they see is different.

Some see a bizarre and grotesque abyss, some see friendship, and some see themselves...

They were all in the light, distant and quiet.

For some reason, Mo Ling was somewhat moved.

If it weren't for those lights, he wouldn't seem to exist, this world wouldn't exist, and everything would be merged into chaos.

It's like the double-slit interference experiment.

Particles that cannot be seen become blurry waves.

Only after being observed will a particle specifically choose a slit to pass through, thus becoming a real "particle".

The same is true of "Hamlet". The unseen Hamlet is just a string of English letters. Only when he is seen does he become a real person.

Hamlet picked up his sword, and Moring raised his cube.

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Under the light, the cube slowly began to change:

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The cube transformed into concrete particles, passing through the narrow slits of the interference.

□ Then, it turned white again.

He became real in the light, and had his own shadow.

Half black and half white.

He turned around and bathed himself in the light again.

Mo Ling didn't resist the light; he just wanted to take a good look at his own edges.

He used the light and shadow to slowly change, and the light became more and more intimate.

His relatives in the distance no longer gazed at the world behind him, but instead focused their attention on the cube, watching with great interest the changes in his body.

Mo Ling also found the technique of transformation. He flipped over to the melodious song and leaped into the black stripes. He wanted to use those stripes to draw symbols on his body and greet his loved ones who were close at hand...

This is one.

This is number two.

This is three.

This is number four.

This is number five.

This is six!

But something seems off. Mo Ling originally wanted to use black dots to describe numbers, but when the black dots came onto the squares, they turned into the shape of dice.

"It doesn't matter, as long as they feel my sincerity."

Perhaps we don't need to be bound by the shape of the blocks. By using the interplay of light and shadow, we can make some of the blocks disappear into the white background.

He thought for a moment, then ran toward the black and white crack.

Soon, he changed his appearance again.

"Don't I look like a zebra?"

Although the positions of black and white can be changed, it seems that the outline can only maintain the shape of a square.

...

Mo Ling kept changing the position of the light and shadow, adding Bagua symbols to the pure white space.

As each symbol changed, Mo Ling felt the light become more solid and converge on him.

As long as the light is bright enough, the shadow beneath him will be clear enough.

Even in the monotonous black and white space, everything is full of change.

The eyes are black and white, the old photographs are black and white, and the old television screen is also black and white.

Newspapers are black and white, tears are black and white, and the words in storybooks are also black and white.

Through constantly changing perspectives, Mo Ling gradually came to understand this space.

He stopped relying on light and shadow and began to change the shape of the cubes, just as he had done when he was still in the square.

Beyond the distant sandbox, the temple began to change once again.

□：
"Perhaps I don't need to be so angular."

○:
"Like this, it's so round."

Mo Ling touched his bald head. He seemed unaccustomed to this look, feeling a bit bald.

However, this form is quite free, allowing you to roll around freely in this space.

Those eyes were fixed on him, and Mo Ling thought she heard laughter.

He stopped awkwardly.

○:
What kind of person do you want me to become?

"I can only transform into simple shapes. Controlling shape changes here is a bit difficult, and my head is still spinning."

Mo Ling explained to herself as she pondered the situation.

Suddenly, he realized how to accurately express his feelings.

The round object passed through the gap between black and white, and suddenly began to change...

Soon, a clear pattern appeared in the light—

(End of this chapter)