I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1292 Final Thoughts
Soft music was playing in the restaurant.

The friends asked in unison, "And then what happened?"

Mo Ling turned her head and looked around. She felt relieved to see that everyone was there.

"And then what? Don't stop here! Tell me the ending!" Martin shook Moring's shoulder, urging her anxiously.

"Later..." Mo Ling said in a deep voice, seemingly lost in thought.

"The cube transported the entire world, as well as that light, into the cube space, using the cube to encapsulate the whole 'story'."

When Mo Ling revealed this ending, her friends were all stunned.

Nobody understands...

"Why would Cube do that?" Li Luo asked, puzzled. "Couldn't he go back in time and stop the abyss from appearing?"

"Of course not. If the abyss hadn't appeared, this story wouldn't exist, and those lights wouldn't have looked over. If the world hadn't been seen, it wouldn't exist. So not only can he not stop the abyss from appearing, he also has to make everything develop according to the normal trajectory, let the story continue completely, and firmly attract those lights."

"Are those lights the very foundation of the world's existence?"

“That’s right.” Mo Ling nodded.

“But that world will forever remain trapped in fate, forever playing the same ‘story,’ and the cubes will become a cage, confining everyone within it.” Lu Youqi shook his head and frowned.

He cares about everyone, even those who are part of the 'story'.

“Don’t worry.” Mo Ling smiled at him. “Don’t you remember? The cube can already control its own teleportation. What he put into the cube is the whole ‘story,’ not real people.”

"Where is that person?" Lu Youqi pressed.

“Here we are, aren’t we all here? The cube just took the ‘story’ away… while the people were transferred to the normal worlds outside the cube.”

Mo Ling patted Lu Qi's hand to reassure him.

Lu Ruqi was momentarily dazed, but as he felt the real, tangible touch, his brows gradually relaxed.

"I got a little too absorbed." He shook his head helplessly.

"It's because he wrote all our names in it, no wonder he's so upset..." Martin complained from the side.

“Oh, right, Mo Ling.” Martin seemed to suddenly remember something: “Your book is called ‘I’m Trapped in a Cube,’ right?”

"Ah."

"Who is the 'me' inside? It must be those lights. Now it seems that only they are trapped inside the cube."

“Your readers will get angry if you say that,” Mo Ling said seriously.

The melodious song was still playing. Mo Ling raised her head and looked at the chandelier on the restaurant ceiling, which was still very bright.

"They will not be trapped..."

Mo Ling muttered to herself.

Perhaps those lights would remain within the cube until the ending, but now...

"They should all have followed, right?"

As if in response to Mo Ling, the chandelier flickered.

No one can be "trapped in a cube," only the "me" of the past.

Or perhaps some light shone, and they chose to remain there, echoing through the story.

But most of the light will soon look elsewhere.

They made worlds real, and they made worlds exist because of them.

At this moment, in this instant, they are outside the cube, but the story inside the cube continues forever.

Mo Ling looked at his reflection in the iron spoon, as if he were blocked by a hard metal wall. But at this moment, he was sitting in the restaurant, with the lights above him swaying and laughter all around him.

The real thing has always been there.

The group chatted and laughed, and the topic shifted from Mo Ling's story...

……

"The story of 'I'm Trapped in a Cube' ends here."

Mo Ling typed on the keyboard and wrote this sentence in the "Author's Closing Remarks" section.

He took a deep breath, staring at the glowing screen, lost in thought.

The room he was in was a cube, the screen in front of him was also a cube, and the text on it was also made up of individual cube characters...

Everything was trapped within the cubes. He hesitated for a moment, then opened the previous chapter of the author's epilogue—

"Make eye contact".

He stared at his reflection in the cube, waiting for the other person to ask him those familiar questions:
Do you feel lost? Do you feel disappointed?

Mo Ling tapped the keyboard and replied with a sentence below:
"It still will."

"Are there still heroes and faith there?"

"might have."

"Can't we still lift our heads and look up at the stars?"

Mo Ling turned her head and looked out the window. The city's neon lights obscured everything, and under that endless dazzling light, the starlight had disappeared.

He started typing again...

"I am still looking up, but I can't see the stars."

There was no response from the other end of the screen.

Those were just words within the square, so of course they wouldn't give him any response.

Mo Ling's answer fell into the boundless black and white.

It's still too far...

Mo Ling just stared at the screen until late at night.

All sounds are silent.

He felt no sleepiness at all; the room lights were off, and only the screen emitted a blinding light.

The light shone on his face and also on the person on the other side of the screen.

look at each other.

Mo Ling suddenly realized that his "confusion" and "loss" were only temporary, and a new life was waiting for him, and a new story would continue to be written.

The road ahead is wide open and smooth.

With that in mind, he moved his mouse to the text after "still will", pressed backspace, and deleted the answer.

Their attention then turned to the next question.

"Heroes and Faith..."

The light shone on his face, as if scrutinizing him.

He looked at the screen, chuckled softly, and shook his head.

He quickly deleted the answer to that question as well.

"The answer is already written in everyone's heart."

There was only one question left. He deleted and revised everything else, but he kept the previous answer here.

"I can't see the stars."

The city's neon lights shine into the clouds, blinding all the stars. They cease to twinkle, disappearing beneath the night sky, accompanying the long night until dawn.

Even though it's late at night, the neon lights outside the window still dominate the city, making all the stars pale in comparison.

Mo Ling stared out the window, her eyes gradually becoming vacant.

But just then, his phone lit up.

It turns out that the post on WeChat Moments came from the classmate of the marmot who was teaching in a mountain village.

That was a photograph...

In the photo, countless stars adorn the night sky, forming a dazzling galaxy.

Looking at the photo, Mo Ling's eyes suddenly lit up.

His gaze swept across the stars, as if he saw countless lights, and behind each light was an individual, each with its own starry sky above them, and above that starry sky, countless lights...

Whether humans look up or not, the stars—

Always there.

(End of this chapter)