I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 129

Bai Zhou, recalling as he spoke, finished telling the rumor in fragments.

The authenticity of the stone door had never been officially confirmed, and it could only circulate as hearsay among hunter groups.

For some reason, the rumor about the stone door spread especially widely.

Some said they’d seen a squad enter the stone door and, failing to exit before it closed, were trapped inside.

But with only words as proof, others couldn’t tell if he was making it up.

But now, the stone door was right before their eyes, alive and real.

The identical tray, and the characteristic of closing quickly, all matched.

“Those robed figures seem able to find the stone door’s location?”

Not only that, they even seemed to have prepared materials to place on the tray in advance, though those didn’t appear to be relics.

Could the tray accept other things?

Not knowing the stone door’s mechanism, everyone stared at the tray, lost in thought.

Mo Ling floated forward, letting his vision penetrate the stone door, but what he saw was not a treasure vault.

There were no treasures scattered everywhere, nor mountains of relics.

In the pitch darkness, Mo Ling saw only thick stone walls.

“Is it solid behind here?”

He could hardly believe what he was seeing, but after checking several times, the inside was indeed solid Black Tower rock.

Some tiny holes were mixed in, but they weren’t even big enough for an arm, let alone usable as a treasure vault.

So where had that robed figure just gone?

Mo Ling wanted to try opening the stone door with his own teleportation, but Bai Zhou had already taken something out.

“I just happen to have a useless relic. We can give it a try.” He turned to Li Luo, “No idea where this stone door leads. Want to go in together?”

Li Luo nodded decisively.

That relic, which looked like a cup, was placed on the tray.

This time, the tray didn’t sink bit by bit, but slowly dropped all the way to the bottom.

Even though the relic weighed less than the trophies the robed figure had used, it seemed to be considered heavier by the tray’s judgment.

“Looks like this tray really can judge the value of items.”

Mo Ling had a strange thought: if he put the cube on it, would it make the cube disappear?

As he was thinking, the cup-shaped relic began to emit purple light, then vanished, and the stone door slowly opened with its disappearance.

“Hurry in.”

While the stone door was wide open, the group quickly entered.

The door really did stay open for only a short time, and soon closed again.

Mo Ling looked at the tightly shut stone door, peered inside, and found it was also solid Black Tower rock-the way they’d come was gone.

How strange.

Looking further into the stone door, it was pitch black, with a tunnel stretching into the distance.

“There’s light ahead, looks like sunlight,” Bai Zhou said uncertainly.

He took out a light and scanned around, but saw no relics scattered on the ground, nor any Black Tower treasure vault.

It was just an ordinary tunnel.

Following the tunnel, Mo Ling saw the glowing exit, and outside the opening was a flat stone-paved road.

Signs of human handiwork.

Sure enough, passing through the exit, they came directly onto a stone road, facing a tall stone wall.

The city bricks were neat black stone bricks, each one exactly the same, perfectly rectangular and extremely dense inside.

“It’s like copy-paste,” Mo Ling suddenly thought for some reason.

These square bricks were so similar, it was as if they’d been made with extremely advanced molds, with no margin for error.

But the style of the wall was completely medieval, the technological level didn’t match at all, which was extremely strange.

Behind the city wall, houses were also made from those uniform square bricks.

Not far away was the city gate, with no guards, and some robed figures passing in and out. When they saw people emerge from the tunnel, they only glanced curiously.

Most of their attention was on the floating cube; they showed no interest in Li Luo and Bai Zhou.

Once the robed figures had left, Bai Zhou secretly took out his recording device and aimed it at the city gate.

Only then did Mo Ling see the whole city through the equipment.

It was spectacular.

The entire city was built from those pitch-black square bricks, not a single other shape; the dense bricks interlocked to form one regular building after another.

Even the roads were paved with identical square bricks, as if the builders had only this one material.

At the center of the city was a black castle.

It was called a castle, but it was square, like it was made from toy blocks, almost like a plaything.

“How was this city even built?”

Very soon, Mo Ling found out.

A group of robed figures were gathered before a clearing, gesturing to each other, apparently discussing something, then pacing out measurements on the ground.

Next, they moved away from the clearing and began to sing. The song was similar in style to the one from the blood exchange ritual, very sacred, but the words were completely different.

As the singing began, black square bricks appeared out of thin air in midair, falling like Tetris blocks.

The louder they sang, the faster the bricks appeared, as if someone had pressed a speed-up button.

With a “clack clack clack,” dust flew, and the interlocking bricks sealed the roof. A low house was quickly printed into existence.

One of the robed figures seemed to be shaking hands with the others in thanks, then shouted, and a gust of wind blew from his mouth, sweeping the construction dust beyond the city wall.

He summoned a black cloud, making it rain to wash the new house, then even placed a ball of black fire inside to heat and dry it.

This magical scene left Mo Ling gaping. These robed figures seemed much more skilled at using their abilities now.

Mo Ling suddenly thought of the animation he’d seen before, of humans gradually becoming perfect. Could it be that these robed figures would eventually fully master the word spirit power?

Would every word they spoke become reality?”

Mo Ling also realized that from the previous crooked village to this black city, the robed figures had been speaking less and less.

Ever since reaching the city gate, these robed figures had kept their mouths shut. Even companions walking together were silent.

There were plenty of robed figures coming and going at the gate; it should have been lively, but everyone passed quietly without a word.

When more people came through, Bai Zhou quickly hid his device and quietly reminded Li Luo to be careful.

However, this faint reminder suddenly attracted the attention of all the nearby robed figures, who seemed extremely sensitive to the sound of speech.

They all stared at once, as if Bai Zhou had done something wrong, their gazes full of deep suspicion.

In that instant, Mo Ling’s heart leapt into his throat.

“Have we been discovered?”

Luckily, the robed figures probably hadn’t heard what Bai Zhou said.

One robed figure came over, put a finger to his lips, and looked at Bai Zhou sternly.

Then he made all sorts of hand gestures at Bai Zhou, apparently warning him about something.

After that, he again put a finger to his lips, then slowly walked away.

Bai Zhou’s eyes were wide. Once the robed figure left, he hurriedly led Li Luo to a secluded corner and whispered,

“That was sign language!”