I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 912 Accepting Death
"If you die, you will reach the next level?"

Hearing this, Mo Ling immediately chose to doubt it.

But at this moment, the words Martin once said to him emerged from his memory...

“Accept death.”

"Accept death?"

These four simple words are the "spoiler" that Martin gave to Morin.

"Are you talking about now?"

But why must one accept death in order to reach the next level? Is there no other way?
The airtight room was still filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the low dome gave people a depressing feeling. Lao Ping was cleaning the table in full gear, like an emotionless "corpse collector".

To die is to really die.

There is no way to confirm whether this is true or not. Even if it is false, no one will "protest". Those who drank the liquid in this room would have turned into a puddle of mud long ago, and no one knows whether they have really reached the next level.

Just when Mo Ling was struggling, Lao Ping raised his head again.

"I've cleaned it up, you can start mixing it now..." He said this lightly and prepared to walk out.

Mo Ling quickly stopped him.

"What's wrong? You can't drink these liquids? It doesn't matter, pouring them on your body will have the same effect." Lao Ping looked at the block blocking his way and explained lightly.

That expression didn't sound like a lie, but Mo Ling couldn't confirm whether Lao Ping had also been kept in the dark, deceived by the lies, and believed that "death can lead to the next level."

This is something that cannot be verified. Only by trying it yourself can you draw a conclusion, but the cost of trying is too high...

"How was this place discovered? How did people at that time prove that death could reach the next level?"

Mo Ling wrote his questions on the electronic screen and sent it out.

He still planned to find out the past of this house indirectly.

Lao Ping held the electronic screen and sighed.

"So that's what you're worried about."

"However, your worries are unnecessary."

Lao Ping turned around and pointed at the table and said, "That is not only the midpoint of this room, but also the midpoint of the entire Dream City. At that time, the founder of Dream City chose to build a city here in order to wrap it up for human use. This room may look ordinary to you, but it is the result of countless people's life trials. Under this room, there are countless bones buried."

"As for how they confirmed it, I don't know either. My level is not high enough. I only know that they tried many methods at that time and finally finalized on this one - death."

"It sounds scary, but in the abyss, it is the simplest method."

"As for this place, I don't have any definite evidence to prove that the dead can reach the next level safely, but I can only choose to believe it, because before me, countless people have chosen to believe it. If I continue to doubt it, it would be disrespectful to them."

"You have to believe that everything humans do is meaningful. Dreams are here for a reason. Death is not an end, but a new beginning. Before this, countless people have broken conventional ideas, accepted death, and accepted the rules of the abyss."

Lao Ping pointed at the liquid on the table and said, "Do you see those things? They were developed by our predecessors. They are liquids that can kill people quickly. Drinking them will not cause any pain. This is also to facilitate death. This is the road they have paved for us. All we have to do is believe it."

"..."

When Lao Ping said these words, his expression did not change at all, and his tone did not pause at all, as if he had a firm belief.

He told Mo Ling about the things here as if nothing had happened, talking about the predecessors who died here. It didn't seem like he was persuading Mo Ling, but rather like he was reciting an epic about mankind.

“Standing on the shoulders of giants, we only need to look up, not down. If we look down, we will be afraid. We will be afraid of the height, the abyss under our feet, the clouds passing by, and the corpses falling down.”

"The tombstones of the victims will guide us along the way. We only need to follow the path with the least tombstones to bypass the difficulties and obstacles that once blocked the victims. They helped us bear these costs in exchange for today's smooth road. The light will shine into our eyes through the cracks in the tombstones, letting us know the future."

"..."

Listening to Lao Ping's words, Martin's figure suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's mind again.

Martin seemed to be standing in front of him, repeating those two words - Shennong.

"Everyone is Shennong!"

"The real Shennong is everyone!"

Martin's words seemed to be coming true little by little. When combined with what Lao Ping said, Mo Ling had a deeper understanding.

"Has he been giving me spoilers since then?"

"But should I believe Shennong?"

Now, Shennong gave Mo Ling a deadly poisonous herb and asked him to swallow it...

Before parting with Martin, Mo Ling once thought about whether he was still a human being. If he was, his existence was very different from that of humans. If he was not, his behavior was driven by human consciousness.

Mo Ling didn't know whether he was a cube containing a person or a person trapped by the cube.

When Shennong guided him towards the "broad road" for mankind, he was again troubled by this problem.

Man's group consciousness influences his judgment and his choices as an individual at all times.

Mo Ling in the cube stretched out his hand. He looked at the familiar palm, then looked at the metal walls around him and sighed.

He walked to the edge of the cube, picked up a can of Coke, pulled the ring, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Humans are probably the only ones who like to drink Coke, right?"

Mo Ling looked at the empty Coke can and smiled.

He has made his choice.

On the table outside the cube, the black liquid representing "cola flavor" suddenly disappeared and appeared in Mo Ling's hand.

Gently pour the liquid into the empty jar through its opening.

Mo Ling had just confirmed that the capacity of the empty cup was exactly the same as that of the Coke can.

“Maybe the person who designed this cup also likes to drink Coke.”

The black liquid filled the empty can again. Mo Ling burped and sent the bottle of raw material out.

"I drank two cans in a row, feeling a bit full..."

Although he thought so, Mo Ling still picked up the can and let the black liquid slide down his throat.

The faint taste of cola diluted the sadness in Mo Ling's heart.

Whether it was a cube containing a person or a person trapped in the cube, it didn’t matter at this moment. Human emotions were surging in Mo Ling’s mind.

The fear and entanglement in facing death, the joy and comfort of drinking something delicious, the worry and uneasiness about the future, the doubt and confusion about the world, as well as the anxiety and hesitation about oneself, all turned into a stream of cool liquid and poured into the stomach.

What giants, tombstones, Shennong...

What predecessors, sacrifices, group consciousness...

At this moment it completely lost its meaning.

When the world is sweeping us forward, it is still the individuals who make the choices.

Mo Ling finally understood why the liquid on the table had so many flavors...

"Because only you know what is right."

(End of this chapter)