I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 730 The soul returns
The tribe is about to start a new round of great migration. The cold season is about to come. At that time, the cold current will drill out from the cracks in the earth and pour out under the eternal night. If they do not migrate to a suitable place in time, the entire tribe will be swallowed up by the cold current.

The sensitive animal had already felt the cold early on. It shivered and huddled beside its mother, avoiding the increasingly biting cold wind.

Soon, the migration began, and the mother carried it on her back and followed the main group with difficulty.

There are no landmarks to guide the direction in the wasteland of eternal night. The only thing they can do is rely on the memory of the old patriarch to lead the entire tribe to the warmer areas.

The mother not only has to carry the food stored by the tribe, but also the fragile cat.

Its peers of the same age can already move forward on their own, and some can even take on certain responsibilities, but it is the only one that can only lie on its mother's back, curled up into a ball.

The cold wind made its mind confused and its body became worse. It couldn't even eat. It was in a daze all day and was on the verge of falling asleep at any time.

“Mother, mother…”

It was calling out to its mother in a daze, but the voice was too weak and the mother was in a hurry and didn't notice it at all.

Finally, it couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep...

It had a dream that it was running freely on the freezing cold earth, and there was nothing wrong with its body, it was healthy.

As it ran, waves of warmth surged through its body, and the heat gradually made it no longer cold.

The mother in the distance looked at the healthy cat with relief and loving eyes...

"is this real?"

It is no longer cold, the whole body feels comfortable and warm, just like when I was a child, lying in my mother's arms...

The dream lasted for a long time until it heard its mother calling it.

"Wake up, hold on a little longer, wake up..."

It vaguely saw its mother licking it and a warm light rising in the distance, but it could no longer open its eyes. Its eyelids felt as heavy as if they were pressed down by stones. Its body could not move and it had no consciousness at all.

"Mother..." Its throat moved, but no sound came out.

Sleepiness set in and it could no longer sense any movement.

There was silence in the darkness, and then, the sound of a river seemed to come from afar...

"Am I dead?"

Probably dead.

"If only my body wasn't so fragile... I would have lived a happy life..."

After this thought came into its mind, it lost consciousness.

The Yellow Spring flows, thoughts of death abound, and the fragile soul floats up and down in the river. After seeing its own life, it follows the sound of flowing water back to the beginning of its birth, the moment when it first gained consciousness.

"I don't want to die..."

Wait...death, what is it?

The young beast was stunned for a moment, not knowing why such a strange concept appeared in its mind. It was a little scared and began to call for its mother:

"Mother, mother."

"What's wrong?" the mother asked, stroking it gently.

"What is death?" It didn't know why it asked this question.

"It's something very far away from you. You don't need to know it." The mother answered it patiently, gradually suppressing the uneasiness in its heart.

The cubs' thoughts are always fleeting, and under the comfort of their mother, it no longer thinks about those complicated issues.

"Mom, I'm going to play with my friends..."

"Okay, be careful." It jumped out of its mother's arms and went to find a playmate.

The young beast is the strongest among its peers. It enjoys the feeling of being admired by its peers. It often plays hunting games with its peers, making the weakest peer the "prey". It then rushes forward with its "men" and traps the prey in an encirclement.

While its companions were still unable to walk steadily, it could already run.

Some of its companions walked unsteadily and would bump into it, but it only had to scare them a little and they would dodge away in fear.

It enjoys this feeling very much, which is a symbol of power. It indulges in this unique feeling and becomes more and more addicted.

Gradually, it felt that hunting games were too boring, and its companions were too weak and could not satisfy its desire for performance.

So it began to show itself in front of its adult companions and strive for the qualification to go out hunting.

Finally, the old patriarch saw its talent and decided to let it, which was not yet an adult, participate in group hunting.

All the companions looked at him with envy, and the adult companions spoke with praise.

Only the mother was very worried and advised it not to go out hunting so early.

"What you should do now is to hone your hunting skills. Hunting is dangerous and it's not something you should do at your age..."

"But only in actual combat can you hone your skills faster." As its strength grew stronger, it no longer liked to listen to its mother. It knew that its mother was worried about it, but those worries were unnecessary.

"Don't worry about me, mother. I will be careful," it assured its mother.

Seeing that it was determined to do so, the mother did not continue to persuade it, but just told it not to show off when hunting and to stay with adult companions.

It agreed, but it had other ideas in mind...

The hunt began, and the team members quickly dispersed and surrounded the prey from different directions according to the pre-arranged division of labor.

They need to constantly compress the space for their prey to run and consume their prey's physical strength.

Its task is to drive the prey into the encirclement. There are several other adult companions who are responsible for this task. It actually does not need to do anything. It just needs to stay behind and watch and fill the gaps.

But it was not satisfied with this. It began to move forward and approach its prey, while memorizing the actions of its adult companions, learning their pace and running positions, and how they intimidated their prey.

These were all things it had played in hunting games before, and it discovered that real hunting was not much different from hunting games. It just had to replace those weak companions with real prey.

"After all, they are all equally weak."

Gradually, it took the leading position among its companions in driving prey.

It is very addictive to play with these weak things.

They were high above, calculating the direction of their escape, calculating when their physical strength would run out, and then they would rush over and kill the exhausted prey with one blow, harvesting their lives...

When the blood sprayed on it, it felt an unprecedented pleasure that it had never felt in hunting games.

Life succumbed to its claws, the sharp claws cut the fragile throat, the warm blood flowed down the claws to the body, then slowly cooled and coagulated into a dried blood scab.

The blood scab was still filled with a strong smell...

That is the smell of life passing away.

The vitality of the prey reaches its peak when escaping, and drops instantly when being killed. The heart that was originally beating violently gradually stops over time, the muscles stop twitching, and the body becomes stiff.

The living entity that was just "playing games" with it suddenly became the same thing as sand and stone.

All this is thanks to it. It is like a god that controls everything.

"Fantastic……"

“Mastering your life is as easy as mastering a game.”

(End of this chapter)