I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 136

In the beginning, humans made good use of the power bestowed by the Core .

But the Core overlooked one thing: human lifespans are limited. Unlike those immortal beings, humans cannot master a language forever.

The power of time cannot be ignored, even between two generations, there will be differences in accent.

Even the slightest difference can mean a world of difference in the strength of language power, and as time passed, some words were even lost.

Human pronunciation grew ever stranger, constantly changing through the river of time, and different regions developed different ways of speaking.

Because of the limitations of their vocal organs, their accents gradually diverged.

However, humans also realized their power was fading. They carved the words bestowed by the Core into murals, and when later generations appeared, these mural words would imprint upon them, correcting their pronunciation.

This was also the origin of Hieroglyph, a kind of relic created by ancient humans.

But Hieroglyph was limited, only able to grant correction once. Over time, the pictographs on the murals also disappeared.

With the disappearance of these words, human language developed ever more diversely, drifting further and further away.

War and population movement made language even more varied, and the power gradually faded until it was lost.

By this time, the Core’s influence had slowly vanished.

He asked his friend if it was necessary to spread the power again, to let humans regain it.

But the friend shook her head. “No need. This is their own choice. They’ll find other ways to grow strong. You have to trust them!”

The Core heard the regret in his friend’s tone, but since she said it wasn’t needed, there was no point in busying himself again.

However, after that, his friend came to him less and less. The Core did many things to try to win her back, but nothing worked.

Until she never appeared again.

……

“So, I want to correct humans again. That way, she’ll come to find me,” the Core said blandly, as if recounting something utterly ordinary.

After hearing the Core’s story, the Lord of True Speech finally understood-this was just the Core’s own wishful thinking. He was furious at the Core’s actions. “If she doesn’t come to you, then go find her! What’s the point of correcting humans here?”

The Lord of True Speech was speechless. He felt the Core was missing a screw in his head.

“I’ve tried to find her, but I can’t. This is the only way. She cares deeply about humans. When she sees the changes in humanity, she’ll come to me.”

“I’ll finish correcting the Black Tower, then all the humans in the Abyss , and next the humans on Earth.”

“This is my correction plan.”

“If I can see her again, and humans can regain great power, isn’t that good?” the Core retorted, leaving the Lord of True Speech at a loss for words.

The Lord of True Speech knew you couldn’t reason with these Abyssal beings, their logic was completely different from humans. In the Core’s eyes, humans were an insignificant species.

The Core changed the cognition of humans in the Black Tower also to prevent the secrets of the Black Tower from leaking out.

As for the modifications he made to human organs, it was just like what humans do to lab mice,no other intention, just to make humans “corrected” as quickly as possible.

“When the Black Tower correction is complete, it will open, right?” After a moment of silence, the Lord of True Speech asked.

“Yes.”

The Core’s words were beyond doubt. He would only ever follow his own plan, and no one could change it.

Anyway, the twisted humans in the Black Tower were beyond saving. The Lord of True Speech didn’t see himself as any kind of savior-he just wanted to escape as soon as possible.

So, after careful thought, he decided-to accelerate the “correction plan.”

If he wanted to speed up the correction, he had to make those robed figures with all kinds of bizarre accents master the correct pronunciation.

After much pondering, the Lord of True Speech still believed that, aside from oral transmission, there was no other way to learn language.

But he also understood that exchanging incorrect accents would only make language learning harder.

So, the Lord of True Speech planned to find a place where he could personally teach the correct pronunciation. After thinking it over, he decided the space inside the stone door was the best choice.

It was quiet and hidden. He’d first select a group to come here, teach them the correct pronunciation, and then invite more robed figures.

Thus, the Lord of True Speech established a castle inside the stone door, bringing with him some robed figures willing to leave their homes and learn from him.

This castle, similar to a “language training school,” was fully equipped and far better than the primitive society of the robed figures. Those who came were delighted and admired the Lord of True Speech even more.

The robed figures spontaneously took up various responsibilities in the castle, making sure the “school” ran smoothly.

The Lord of True Speech was happy with this. He also taught different pronunciations according to different duties, letting them use these powers at work while training their pronunciation.

This made the robed figures even more grateful to him, and it became the prototype for the different “classrooms” in the castle.

Soon, many robed figures met the Core’s requirements. The Lord of True Speech sent them back to their homes to find talented “seeds” and bring them through the stone door to continue spreading pronunciation knowledge.

After returning to their villages, these robed figures told everyone about the wonders of the castle, and news of the Black Tower Castle spread.

More and more robed figures came to the Black Tower Castle, and soon it became overcrowded. The Lord of True Speech had the robed figures continue expanding outside the castle, building what is now Black Tower City .

“From now on, everyone must use sign language to communicate. Don’t use that strangely pronounced language, or it will throw off your pronunciation and may even cause incorrect use of power.”

The Lord of True Speech set this rule for all robed figures who came to Black Tower City, to speed up the correction process.

Using sign language also prevented unnecessary damage to Black Tower City.

At this point, all the robed figures trusted the Lord of True Speech completely, obeying his every command. Some even began to deify him.

Although the Lord of True Speech wanted to speed up the correction plan, the endless stream of robed figures still left him physically and mentally exhausted.

There were simply too many robed figures in the Black Tower, with wildly varying levels. Even the castle was struggling to support the teaching activities.

“No more people for now. I’ll write a book and let them learn a bit first.”

So, the Lord of True Speech wrote the “textbook.” This book recorded a method that, through Blood Replacement Therapy , could let those with extremely nonstandard pronunciation gain some knowledge in their minds.

The robed figures would also learn the location of the stone door, serving as a way to screen “talent.”

Of course, there were some other effects…

At this point, Bai Zhou suddenly realized something and asked in disbelief, “Blood Replacement Therapy? Martin?”

When the Lord of True Speech heard Bai Zhou’s question, he turned as if called by name and blurted out,

“Yes, I’m Martin.”