I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 775: Understand the Darkness and Become the Darkness

Moring had never felt so relaxed.

He felt like he was lying in bed on a cloudy afternoon. A slight chill seeped into the quilt. He covered himself tightly with the quilt, curled up his body, and buried his head in the pillow. The sound of adults talking softly came from outside the room. Everything was so peaceful and he fell into a deep sleep.

Darkness isn't that scary...

It's too cold at night, so it's natural to grow some fur.

There are many bad guys at night, and the claws are also used to make yourself feel at ease.

Put the heart on your head so that you can hear your own heartbeat and judge your own condition. The heart is very sensitive and can detect those weak information in the dark and determine the direction.

Without vision, it would certainly be a good thing to have other senses that are more acute.

Being able to hear various sounds and smell various smells proves that your senses are normal, right? You can also escape in time when you encounter danger.

This is the normal survival of dark creatures, there is nothing strange about it.

Moring gradually came to understand the darkness.

Eternal night is extremely dangerous and full of unknowns for creatures living in the light, but for those creatures that already live in darkness, they have long been accustomed to these things that bring fear.

The unknown and fear are part of the darkness and are inseparable, just like the burns caused by the sun. If you want to endure the warmth, you must accept the transfer of temperature. This is an inescapable price.

If you want to enjoy the seclusion and tranquility of darkness, you must accept the other side of darkness. They are one and the same. Living in darkness, you will not be able to enjoy the light of civilization, but you will not be burned by it either.

Is civilization really a good thing?
Light, is it necessarily correct?

From the beginning to the end, there is only relative correctness, not absolute correctness. Life simply chooses the path that they feel the benefits outweigh the costs, and moves forward in the direction of "conducive to survival."

But no one knows the truly "correct" path.

"Perhaps, never developing civilization and forever immersing oneself in darkness is the correct path for eternal life..."

Mo Ling suddenly had this strange idea, and he suddenly felt that he had many misunderstandings about darkness in the past.

Not only him, many intelligent creatures have the same misunderstanding:
"Light is necessary."

"The life of eating raw meat and drinking blood is very painful."

“Ignorance leads to destruction.”

"There is no way out in the darkness."

"..."

This is a very arrogant prejudice.

It's like understanding plants from an animal's perspective.

"They can't move. They are such stupid and inferior life forms."

This perspective is narrow, but inevitable, because animals cannot understand plants, and plants cannot understand animals.

The habits and structures of the races are so different that even though they are all cellular organisms, there is such a huge gap between them. Not to mention the gap between the true dark creatures living in the eternal night and the creatures living under the light. It must be like a natural chasm, and they cannot understand each other at all.

Being in this state, Mo Ling's thoughts were completely distracted. He began to reflect on his previous thoughts and recalled that completely different perspective.

"Why did I think that at the time?"

Not only him, even the creators of the spectrum, the Seven Colors, could not escape their own narrow-mindedness. They also believed that bringing creatures into the spectrum was a "good thing."

They were born as light, and based on their own cognition, they are absolutely unable to understand darkness.

Dark erosion is not an erosion, but a gentle transformation.

Mo Ling truly stood in the darkness, observing this world of eternal night from the perspective of a dark creature.

"It seems quite beautiful."

A gentle breeze blew past him, ruffling his soft hair. His sharp claws hooked the ground, giving him a sense of security and solidity. His heart was pounding above his head, a symbol that he was still alive, full of vitality and healthy.

The blood vessels hang softly on the body, and this fragile sense organ feels every move in the darkness. There is no need for vision. All chaotic movements become useful information and are captured in the body, bringing a sense of security that one is in control of everything.

Mo Ling quietly felt the comfort brought by the darkness until he smelled a familiar smell. "Coke?"

Mo Ling was stunned. This was not normal in the dark.

He quickly retracted his strange sense of darkness and looked around...

A faint metallic gleam and an ordinary bed.

Glowing grass, all kinds of strange furniture and supplies.

"Back again..."

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Ling relaxed, he returned to the cube.

only……

He picked up a can and used the reflection of the bottom of the can to look at himself.

Black hair, black claws, a hunched body, and a long tail used to maintain balance. The heart crawled out of the chest, and the blood vessels condensed into a ball on the head...

Apart from the disappearance of his cube head, he still maintained this strange "dark form". Those pitch-black blood vessels replaced his cube head, wriggling on his hairy neck, coiled into a ball like a group of twisted earthworms, with his heart beating on top, looking quite strange.

Seeing that he still looked weird, Mo Ling was not shocked at all.

He stared at the bottom of the can for a long time, then raised his hand to look at his paws and stroked his soft hair...

"I'm pretty handsome."

The aesthetics have also become strange.

"Shouldn't I think I'm handsome?" The original thought was resisting strongly, and conflicting cognitions were fighting in the mind.

Although Mo Ling didn't know whether he had a brain now, he was still thinking "normally".

“I am indeed handsome…”

The distorted aesthetic gradually overcame normal cognition. Mo Ling even posed and developed a deep fascination with himself at the bottom of the can.

"No, I can't watch this anymore."

Mo Ling suppressed the urge to continue admiring it, put the can back, and began to look at everything in the cube with his transformed cognition.

The grass is glowing and a little scary, stay away from it.

Mo Ling found that he was resistant to all kinds of luminous things from the bottom of his heart. Even the metal wall that was emitting a faint glow was a bit resistant to him and he was not willing to approach it.

But fortunately, the light in the cube was not strong, but dim, and this was a place he was very familiar with, filled with his own smell, so it gave him a "very safe" feeling.

It was the smell of the can that made him feel so sick.

"So oily, so salty, and smells like corruption..."

This is the case with processed foods such as canned food. In order to preserve them, a lot of oil, salt and additives are added, so the food certainly will not be "fresh".

To Mo Ling's senses after his transformation, this kind of food was unacceptable.

Mo Ling felt a little uncomfortable because he now found the canned food, which he loved so much before, disgusting.

But the following discovery made Mo Ling very happy...

He picked up a can of Coke and sniffed it with his enhanced sense of smell.

At this time, his perception responded:
"Holy water!"

The sugar content is full, and drinking a can can keep you in the dark for a long time.

For dark creatures that often cannot find food, this thing is like holy water. It is sweet, refreshing and enhances perception.

Mo Ling's appetite suddenly increased and he could no longer suppress it. With a hook of his sharp claws, the Coke can was opened instantly. He also hurriedly poured the bubbling black liquid over his head.

The black blood vessels immediately began to wriggle, eagerly drinking the sudden sweet rain from heaven...

(End of this chapter)