I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 993 A mistake
"So all those theories you just mentioned, about 'paint', 'bottle', 'river water', etc., are all nonsense?"

"What else? Are you saying I was just guessing? I've already succeeded, and you won't let me blow it..."

Mo Ling answered with a guilty conscience, his voice becoming lower and lower as he spoke.

The voice seemed speechless and fell into silence.

"I just want to try. There is no other choice anyway. If I succeed, I succeed. If I fail, there will be no worse consequences. If there is really no other way in the end, I will destroy you, but that is also a last resort..." Mo Ling explained seriously.

He didn't expect that the idea he suddenly came up with would actually work like a charm and cut off the connection between this world and reality.

The power of the relic is difficult to explain, and he has considered the consequences of doing this, but no consequence is worse than destroying the entire world.

But it's not over yet, he still has to try the next step...

As Mo Ling's mind moved, the white cat's body was thrown out again and lay motionless on the ground.

"Has the contact been restored?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"No."

Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the ethereal voice's reply. As expected, once the connection was severed, it would not be so easy to restore. The "cutting" of the block was still so useful.

"Why don't you try to return to your body?" Mo Ling pointed at the white cat and said to the void.

He didn't know where the other party was hiding, so he could only talk to him from a random direction.

However, the other party did not return to the white cat's body as he said.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ling asked in confusion when he saw that the white cat had not responded.

The voice was silent for a while, then slowly spoke: "Why don't you destroy me?"

"Why would I destroy you?"

"Isn't this your mission?"

"Yes, but isn't there a better option?" Mo Ling answered without hesitation.

"But I..." The voice paused: "There is no point in living anymore. My world has long since disappeared. I am just a wandering soul. It is useless to force myself to exist. Whether it is this world, the prices in this world, or my existence itself, they should have been buried in the past. You are just trying to retain something that has long gone."

The ethereal voice echoed around Mo Ling, and the words were filled with deep despair. The intention of dying spread into Mo Ling's heart. Those were words that only someone who had given up everything would say. Just listening to them made people sigh.

"Why don't you kill me?"

This sentence is both a question and a plea.

As if not granting it liberation would be a huge mistake.

Mo Ling listened to the desperate voice and was silent for a while.

He also thought about whether he should follow the voice's instructions and give the other person the relief he wanted. However, after struggling for so long, Mo Ling finally figured it out. "Why should I kill you just because you asked me to? My hands are stained with innocent blood, and I am the one who suffers. I have to make my own choice. If you really want to die, then find someone else to do it."

Mo Ling explained righteously that he made such a choice not because he was truly compassionate, righteous and kind, but rather because of his "selfishness".

He didn't want to feel bad for killing innocent lives, didn't want to be stained with dirty blood, didn't want to regret it in the future, didn't want to sell out his bottom line for a simple request, didn't want to take responsibility, didn't want to get into trouble, everything was for himself.

"If you want to die so badly, then find a way to end it yourself. So many people want to live but can't, but you are living a good life but insist on dying."

"Those 'people' who were floating around everywhere, looking at the white world every day, enduring endless emptiness, didn't want to die. When I greeted them, they would respond to me, chat with me, and tell me stories. Those stories were so desperate that they made me feel heartbroken. But when I left, they still said goodbye to me seriously."

"If you really die, you can get away with it, but what about the other lives in this world? What about those 'people' who are still floating? Although they are empty, they still have hope. If I really do it, it won't just end your life, I will also be responsible for the destruction of this world."

"I know you are desperate, but you despair too early. Although your world has perished, are you sure that all humans have become extinct? Are there any who have survived?"

"For example, your master just disappeared into the abyss, but he is not dead. He might still be alive somewhere. The abyss is so big, he might have run to the sixth floor or even deeper. He tried his best to return to the abyss and fulfill his promise to you. It is not impossible."

"What if one day he really finds the way back, and all he sees is a dead world, and you no longer exist? How disappointed do you think he will be?"

"Hope is something you give yourself. Don't you want to know where he went? Is he lost in the abyss, or trapped in a cage from which he cannot escape? Isn't it possible?"

"There are still many things waiting for you to do. The lives in this world are waiting for an opportunity to save them from nothingness. The survivors in the ruins outside are waiting for the guidance of civilization... Whether here or outside, there is not only desperate 'death silence', but also 'vitality' that has not yet been revealed."

"Your master may also be waiting for you..."

"Maybe he's trapped in a metal cube, waiting for you to rescue him?"

Mo Ling paused when he said this.

He realized that he had said too much. His original intention was to encourage the other party, but as he was talking, he ended up talking about himself...

Having said this, Mo Ling hoped that the other party could figure it out on his own, so he didn't continue talking.

After hearing Mo Ling's passionate encouragement, the other party was indeed intimidated and did not respond for a long time. Seeing that his mouth cannon had worked, Mo Ling also waited patiently on the spot.

The surroundings were quiet and the ethereal voice had not been heard for a long time.

Mo Ling was not in a hurry either. He knew that the other party had a deep obsession with the "master" and the words just now would definitely move it.

Sure enough, after a while, the "corpse" of the white cat lying on the ground suddenly moved, and then slowly opened its eyes...

Mo Ling watched the white cat stagger to its feet and struggle to steady itself. The life that had already "died" rekindled its will to live.

As soon as the white cat stood firm, Mo Ling teased with some interest:
"Not dead?"

The white cat also showed a human expression: it slowly turned its head, as if a little embarrassed.

"Not dead anymore."

(End of this chapter)