I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 412 The End of the Line

"They should have died a dignified death, but now they have died in a ruthless disaster, becoming floating corpses in the sea, being tossed around without dignity..."

Although the balloon is special, it is still a sponge creature and has the same moral values.

“Death should be glorious and beautiful, but it shouldn’t be like this.”

Those creatures should not have met such an ugly death.

But the root of everything comes from it.

It stirred up the hostility of the waves and devastated the entire volcanic plain, all because of its ignorance of its own power.

"At that time, I didn't have enough mental strength to bear this power." Balloon said to Mo Ling self-reproachfully.

"An unintentional crime is still a crime. After that, I decided to face up to my own strength and explore the nature of hostility. Until now..."

The balloon lifted the sponge string and hooked the silk thread in front of it.

"We are caught in it without knowing it. Our race, seemingly having the power to manipulate hostility, is actually trapped in this huge web. Struggle, killing... This power is eating away at our souls, making us more irritable and angry."

It looked at Mo Ling and asked very seriously:
"Have you ever thought that our minds have long been corroded by this kind of power? Because we can sense hostility, we worship struggle, worship strength, and even think that death is a glorious thing."

"I've learned about other races. Their views on death are very different from ours. They believe that death is the end of life and something to be feared, so they avoid fighting and reduce killing."

"We feel this omnipresent hostility and are forced to face the cruel world."

"Everything in the outside world is ugly and hostile, so we must be on guard, be cruel, and suppress everything with absolute power in order to achieve complete inner peace."

"Is this supposed to be correct?"

Balloon looked at Mo Ling and asked seriously.

Mo Ling was stunned. He had never thought that there would be sponge creatures. He began to think about the nature of race and explore the influence of power on the thoughts of living things.

However, Mo Ling already had the answer to this question.

He learned it when he was in junior high school.

“Worldview determines methodology.”

Mo Ling simply recited what he had learned.

"As for worldview, there is never any right or wrong."

"Worldview? Methodology?" Balloon obviously couldn't understand what Mo Ling meant. The concept of the human world gave it a huge shock.

"It's about your view of the world and what you actually do." Mo Ling explained briefly.

"If you think the world is full of hostility, you will choose to fight against hostility. If you think the world is full of kindness, you will repay kindness. This is determined by how you look at the world."

"Since we can see the overwhelming hostility, we will naturally fall into endless struggle. This is inevitable and there is no right or wrong."

"Is that how it is?" Balloon seemed to be thinking deeply after listening to Mo Ling's words.

Mo Ling also knew that Balloon had actually understood this truth a long time ago, but was just missing the finishing touch and was always struggling with what was right and wrong.

It seems that the previous experience of destroying the volcanic plain has had a great impact on it, otherwise it would not have fallen into such a dilemma.

"The root cause of your confusion is your misunderstanding of the world. The worldviews of other creatures are impacting your inherent ideas. Just adapt slowly," Mo Ling comforted.

He couldn't understand the sponge creatures' ideas at first, but after seeing the hostility with his own eyes, he gradually understood the source of these ideas.

However, the balloon denied Morin's statement.

"I'm not confused. I can understand the worldviews of other creatures. I'm confused about something else."

"What's the matter?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"Come with me." The balloon shook, motioning Mo Ling to follow.

"If you pull away the hostile lines of the magma, they won't be able to hurt you." The balloon said as it sank into the magma lake. Mo Ling quickly followed its instructions, pulled away the silk thread wrapped around his body, and tried to put his body into the magma.

Sure enough, the lava did not hurt it, but instead bypassed its body.

"Can it be used like this?" Mo Ling was a little surprised.

After confirming that the lava could not harm him, he followed the balloon into the lava lake.

"Do you see those lines? The lines wrapped around the magma." The balloon asked Mo Ling as it floated.

"where?"

"It's everywhere. If you look closely, it's not coming from them, but from other things entangled with them."

Listening to the balloon's words, Mo Ling looked more carefully, and finally, he found some barely visible thin lines, like light hairs, which were basically completely transparent and hidden in the high-temperature magma, making them difficult to be found.

After repeated confirmation, Mo Ling was sure that was the line that the balloon was talking about.

These lines are a bit messy, hidden in the red light of the magma, and occasionally tangled into a ball, making them very hidden.

"I saw it. It was very subtle and hard to detect."

"Yes, that's it." Balloon said with relief: "Your perception is very sharp."

"What is that?" Mo Ling asked curiously, looking at the thin line.

Balloon did not answer immediately, but instead asked Mo Ling about his perception of hostility:

"What kind of hostility did you feel when you were born?"

"I just felt like something wanted to hurt me..." Mo Ling replied, recalling.

"Any specific time, degree of hostility, or other information?"

"Of course."

"That's right." Balloon explained: "All this specific information is reflected on the silk thread."

"The direction of the thread is the source of the hostility. The strength of the thread is the magnitude of the hostility. The thickness of the thread is the specific time when the hostility will arrive... All of these can be reflected on the thread."

"We couldn't see the hostility line at first, and of course we couldn't quantify the correlation, but in fact, the specific information we felt was related to the shape, thickness, length, etc. of the silk thread."

The balloon explained to Mo Ling that after it saw the silk thread, it had been studying the meanings of the various dimensions of the silk thread and linking them with specific information.

It looked at the thin lines in the magma and said, "Follow these lines, we can find the source of the hostility."

"Come with me." The balloon floated out of the volcanic lake and flew upwards.

Mo Ling also hurriedly followed out of curiosity.

The balloon continued to rise, floated out of the crater, and followed the thin line, drifting farther and farther, until it finally arrived at a coastline on the edge of the plain.

The thin line went straight into the sea.

"Hostileness comes from the sea?" Mo Ling asked in surprise.

"Yes, to be precise, it comes from the depths of the sea." The balloon looked at the sea and said calmly.

"The meaning of that thread is very simple..."

"In three thousand years, there will be an eruption. The magma will flow along the volcano, into the plains, and finally into the sea. The sea will cool it down completely, but it will not be able to destroy it."

"After another five hundred years, the ocean waves will smash the cooled magma into pieces, turning it into powder, and then scatter it into the boundless ocean, bringing it complete death."

"This is the specific meaning of this thin thread - the hostility from 3,500 years later..."

(End of this chapter)