I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 144

As long as he kept waking up, he would quickly reach reality.

“This is a dream, wake up.”

“This is a dream, wake up.”

……

The Cult Leader kept repeating this process, until he reached a layer that felt particularly strange.

“So real.”

Dreams often gave him this feeling, but careful observation would always reveal something off.

Dreams would contain things that felt very out of place.

And this time, the Cult Leader discovered such a thing.

At this moment, his phone was glowing faintly.

Because he didn’t want to answer calls, he had set his phone to Do Not Disturb mode.

And now, there happened to be an incoming call, with “Mom” displayed on top.

This was very out of place, he had cut ties with his parents long ago.

The Cult Leader loved writing. After graduation, he hadn’t found suitable work, and his parents wanted him to help at the grocery store they owned.

But the grocery store work was extremely busy—he had to get up very early to receive goods, and had to watch the store until late at night.

It looked very leisurely, but any random customer would interrupt his train of thought.

The noisy customers made it impossible for him to focus on writing his novels. He could only write what he liked when it was late at night and there were fewer customers.

Even then, his parents scolded him daily, until one day they had a huge fight and he stormed out…

The call was about to time out. The Cult Leader grabbed his phone and answered.

Both remained silent for a long while.

“Are you doing well?” His mother’s tone had never been so gentle—before, she had only ever shouted at him rudely.

Too out of place. This was the second very discordant thing.

“Your father is sick. It’s terminal. Come back and see him,” his mother pleaded.

Things that happened in dreams were always like Korean dramas, with all sorts of wonderful developments. Hearing this, the Cult Leader became interested instead.

After leisurely returning home, what he saw was his mother’s ashen face at the front door.

“Where is he? Don’t tell me he died that quickly?”

The Cult Leader asked with a laugh.

His mother stared at him intently, her eyes filled with incomprehensible hatred. She rushed forward, grabbed the Cult Leader’s collar and cursed, “Do you have any conscience left!”

It wasn’t until other relatives rushed out from the house to pull his mother away that the Cult Leader broke free.

“Is it really that serious?” He didn’t understand.

His uncle walked over, slapped him directly across the face, and said while suppressing his anger, “Go see your father one last time.”

“Haha, he really died. I knew it.”

The Cult Leader ignored his uncle’s bloodshot eyes and walked straight into the house, where he saw his father lying on the bed.

Too unreal.

“This plot development is way too ridiculous,” the Cult Leader thought. He was certain this was a dream now, but he still wanted to play around some more.

He brought his face close to his father’s corpse, reached his hand toward his father’s nose to check for breathing, then used his hands to pry open the eyelids, trying to observe whether the pupils were dilated.

The Cult Leader’s actions caused gasps from the surrounding relatives, but he completely ignored their reactions.

Until his uncle grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

“You beast! You’re just like your biological father, both beasts!”

His uncle punched the Cult Leader in the face, knocking him to the ground, while cursing, “You’re just like that beast, completely inhuman.”

Lying on the ground with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, the Cult Leader laughed instead.

“Hahaha, biological father! Who is he? I want to find him.”

This dream layer was too interesting.

Despite everyone’s attempts to stop him, his uncle rushed to the Cult Leader’s mother.

“You tell him yourself. It’s time he knew,” his uncle said, his voice full of helplessness and exhaustion.

His mother nodded stiffly, found an old letter from a cabinet, and handed it to the Cult Leader.

“Go. Find your biological father. You’re not welcome here.” Her numb eyes showed no emotion.

At this moment, all the relatives glared at him with hostility and rejection.

He took the envelope and left without looking back.

Inside the envelope was information about his biological father’s true identity and address.

“Actually in the wealthy district?”

The Cult Leader grew even more curious. He took a car to the address on the envelope.

After getting out, he discovered this wasn’t just a wealthy district, but an estate with enormous grounds.

“Just like in TV dramas.”

After explaining his purpose, the security guard at the gate contacted the butler to bring him inside.

Along the way, the Cult Leader looked at everything around him, marveling at how dreams could always be so unexpected.

The butler brought him to a room where sat a distinguished middle-aged man. His gaze carried scrutiny as he invited the Cult Leader to sit before him.

“Give me the envelope.” His tone brooked no argument.

The middle-aged man’s expression didn’t change a bit until he finished reading.

After putting the envelope back together and setting it aside, he finally spoke slowly.

“Back then I was attacked by business rivals, fell into a river, and lost my memory. Your mother saved me. During that time, I was very happy.”

Though his tone was full of nostalgia, his expression remained cold.

“After you were born, I recovered my memory in an accident. Though I felt terrible about your mother, the family was in crisis and I had to leave temporarily. I never expected this separation to last so many years, and for you to grow so big.”

He took out a piece of paper from a drawer and handed it to the Cult Leader.

“This is a confidentiality agreement. Sign it, and you’ll have no worries for the rest of your life.”

The Cult Leader curiously took it.

The agreement contained content about renouncing inheritance rights and keeping family secrets. As long as he accepted the terms, he would receive generous compensation every month.

Looking at this cold middle-aged man, the Cult Leader couldn’t help but comment, “They were right, you really are a beast.”

The Cult Leader felt very displeased. He casually tore up the agreement and threw it in the middle-aged man’s face.

In dreams, he could do whatever he wanted.

“I’m done playing with you.”

The Cult Leader kicked open the door and walked out.

On his way out of the mansion, he noticed everyone was looking at him strangely, as if pitying something. No one escorted him out, so he had to walk to the estate entrance by himself.

The security guard opened the small gate, indicating he could leave.

However, just as he passed by the security guard, he heard a careful reminder:

“Be careful.”

Hmm?

Be careful? What did that mean?

The Cult Leader didn’t pay attention. After leaving the estate, he prepared to return to the main road to hail a taxi.

But just as he passed through a secluded intersection, a fully loaded dump truck suddenly rushed out from the narrow road!

It was coming from the direction of the estate!

“Great, here comes the car accident too!”

Now all three elements were complete, terminal illness, amnesia, car accident…

While cursing, the Cult Leader controlled himself to wake up, opening his eyes before the dump truck hit him.

Before him was a familiar ceiling.

And beside him, a faintly glowing phone…