I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 138

Bai Zhou did not fully trust Martin.

He stood in front of the Core and began to repeatedly ask all sorts of questions, including those Martin had told him before.

But just as Martin said, the Core was like a machine that never lied or hid anything, ask the same question, get the same answer.

“Are you the culprit behind the Black Tower’s distortion?” Bai Zhou asked.

“Yes,” the Core admitted directly. “But this is not distortion, this is correction, letting humanity regain my great power.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhou could only sigh helplessly. Trying to persuade the Core with words was simply a fantasy.

Li Luo, who had been silent all along, objected, “If your power is really that great, you wouldn’t be unable to find the person you’re looking for.”

“If you correct all of humanity, will she really come back to find you?” Li Luo frowned, questioning.

The Core’s mechanical response sounded again, “I know she will.”

His answer was absolute.

“If I attack you, will you resist?” Bai Zhou suddenly asked.

“I will not.”

Hearing this, Bai Zhou could no longer hold back. He summoned his water tentacle again and hurled a stone at the Core.

Cracks gradually deepened in the purple crystal, spreading through the entire Core.

It wasn’t an especially hard material. When the cracks covered the whole Core, the crystal shattered with a crash, scattering fragments everywhere, and Bai Zhou quickly dodged back.

But when he looked up again, a perfectly intact purple crystal had reappeared above.

It was just like copy-paste.

“How did you do that?” Bai Zhou couldn’t help but mutter.

“I have many layers of the same body stacked on myself. If you break one, there are countless more,” the Core explained, exactly as Martin had said before.

“Is there a limit to this?”

“No, infinite,” the Core replied calmly.

Unwilling to give up, Bai Zhou tried several more times. Each time he broke the purple crystal, a new one appeared in the same place, and the fragments on the ground gradually disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Ling controlled the cube to slowly move forward, preparing to try for himself.

Seeing the cube, Bai Zhou also stopped attacking and stepped back to give it space.

Mo Ling had been carefully observing the phenomenon when the Core shattered.

That purple crystal was very brittle, like fragile glass. When it broke, a new layer of crystal instantly appeared inside.

If armor is like stacked two-dimensional iron plates, the Core was like layers of three-dimensional purple crystals stacked together.

Mo Ling didn’t understand the principle; just from the phenomenon when the crystal broke, he could see very little.

“I wonder if teleportation will work.”

He selected a large area above the crystal and activated teleportation.

It was supposed to be a simple test, but what happened next shocked everyone present.

After the teleportation, a white void suddenly appeared in the cubic area-as if a chunk of a colorful world had been forcibly erased by an eraser.

At the edge of the white void, a scene appeared like what you see when two mirrors face each other: an infinite abyss stretching inward, the cut edge of the crystal repeating endlessly in the mirror, falling into an unknown direction.

The white point of light inside began to dart about at high speed, clinging to the edge of the purple crystal, staring fixedly at the cube in the air, even trembling as if frightened.

Not only that, the edge of the white void began to spread outward like corrosion, the purple crystal in the mirror melting like ice and falling ever faster.

The speed of the fall increased, and the white void spread faster and faster, soon covering the entire purple crystal.

The shivering white light dot was forced into a corner, then swallowed by the falling edge, dropping into the endless abyss.

But the white void didn’t stop, continuing to spread outward, appearing outside the purple crystal and rushing toward the group.

This is bad.

Mo Ling hadn’t foreseen this outcome and hurriedly flew backward, but once the white void reached outside the crystal, its speed suddenly increased, surging forward like a mist.

The cube and the two nearby were instantly pulled in.

Martin, who had been resting, opened his eyes at the sight and shouted, “What did you do?!”

He jumped up and ran backward, trying to escape through the wall, but he was too slow and was pulled into the white void as well.

After falling into the white void, Mo Ling felt the cube being pulled by an irresistible force toward where it had been near the crystal, and everything around him was constantly enlarging.

It was like falling, the speed growing faster and faster, countless purple crystal cube edges spinning and expanding around him.

The cube was falling through an infinitely tall purple tower, moving toward a distant, unseen place.

“Are these stacked crystals?”

“Am I falling inward?” Mo Ling suddenly felt this description was very fitting.

“But just how deep do I have to fall? Is it really infinite?”

Fortunately, just as Mo Ling was starting to despair, a white edge appeared before him, and the cube plunged straight into it.

Suddenly, countless waters surged forth, slowing Mo Ling’s descent, and then he burst out of the water, landing hard on a beach.

“Where is this?”

As the thought crossed his mind, Mo Ling heard that familiar voice again.

The stone bracelet on his wrist pronounced his question in a clear, standard tone.

“I’ve turned into a cube,person again?”

Mo Ling touched his head-sure enough.

But he quickly accepted it; he was used to becoming this way in strange places.

“You can still talk?” a question sounded beside him.

Mo Ling looked over and saw Martin sitting under a coconut tree, watching him with interest.

His vision penetrated Martin’s body, which was still empty as always, seemingly unchanged.

“Looks like you’re not an ordinary Relic,” Martin suddenly stood up, circled Mo Ling, and exclaimed, “Could it be you’re just like me, a humanoid Relic?”

He even stepped up and pinched Mo Ling’s arm. “Don’t tell me you’re always stuck in that cube form?”

With just a few words, Martin had guessed Mo Ling’s secret.

Mo Ling quickly pulled his hand back, retreating warily a few steps.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m just like you. I know ‘things’ like us have to be careful at all times,” Martin comforted.

He actually called himself a “thing”?

Martin’s tone was self-mocking, and he seemed to understand Mo Ling very well.

“Forget it, I won’t ask you anymore. I hate being interrogated too,” he said.

He walked up to Mo Ling and, very formally, introduced himself, “My name is Martin. And you?”

His tone was more sincere and gentle than ever before, with none of his previous flippancy.