I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 197

In the dim deep sea, the golden-glowing little sprite continued pressing its questions, while the woman collapsed to the side, silently weeping.

Teardrops passed through the deep sea water but didn’t merge with it.

Her innermost desires were recited emotionlessly by the little sprite.

That was both the ultimate desire and the ultimate pain.

What cannot be obtained is what makes a wish.

The woman painfully covered her ears, but the little sprite’s voice still pierced her eardrums. That originally heavenly voice now sounded like demonic whispers.

After emotionlessly reciting what was in the woman’s heart, the little sprite stared at her coldly for a long time.

“I will fulfill your wish, according to what you said.”

“Let you escape from here.”

The little sprite raised its hand and put a necklace on the woman.

As soon as she put it on, the necklace began to tremble. A burst of light enveloped the woman, and she instantly disappeared from the space.

“Where did it send the woman?”

Mo Ling looked at this scene with immense shock.

Mo Ling looked toward the Oasis City resident under the park bench—he was also being questioned by the little sprite at this time.

However, the resident didn’t immediately make a wish but looked at the little sprite and questioned, “How did you get out? Did you cause the current situation?”

Compared to that woman who didn’t understand the situation, this resident seemed to have realized that the scene before him was something that had happened before, that he was in some kind of retrospection.

He seemed to know the little sprite’s origins.

“What happened?”

His voice suddenly became loud, and his legs stopped trembling.

However, he was still trembling with fear.

But the little sprite didn’t answer his question and continued urging, “Make a wish quickly. Don’t you have any wishes?”

“You are the Wishing Fountain?” the resident asked back, thinking of something as he looked around.

The little sprite ignored the resident’s warning again. It seemed its mind only contained wishes.

The little sprite’s current state seemed somewhat wrong.

Upon careful observation, the little sprite’s expression was slightly distorted, with a hint of rigidity in its coldness.

“Is it the Wishing Fountain?” Hearing the little sprite’s question, the resident looked at it strangely. “Why should I let you fulfill it? That’s my wish.”

The resident supported himself and stood up. “Only children make wishes. I can fulfill my own wishes myself. Go find someone else.”

His tone was calm and natural.

The little sprite seemed stunned by the resident’s words, not knowing what to do.

He looked around at the collapsing earth. “If you really caused this, you’d better restore it quickly.”

“Everyone has wishes—children have wishes, adults do too. You certainly have them too. Why won’t you let me fulfill them?”

“You’ve been in Oasis City for so long, you’re also a member of Oasis City. The people of Oasis City have feelings for you too. Stop while you can,” the resident seemed to have decided that the little sprite was the culprit behind all this and kept advising it.

But both seemed to be talking to themselves.

The little sprite completely ignored the resident’s advice, raised its hand and waved, and a golden scene appeared out of thin air nearby.

That was this resident’s wish.

He involuntarily looked toward that scene.

As a farmer in Oasis City, his Relic could transform plants.

For example, making potato sprouts grow watermelon fruits while only needing the environment for cultivating potatoes.

Almost all the fruits in Oasis City were provided by his vegetable greenhouses.

A greenhouse growing cabbage could produce fruits from all seasons—strawberries, oranges, mangoes—anything imaginable.

The title on his Hunter nameplate was “Phantom Plant,” but in Oasis City everyone called him “Greenhouse King” because the greenhouses outside the high walls were his kingdom.

Though it was such an earthy title, he enjoyed it immensely.

But he also had his own troubles.

Oasis City’s population was growing, and fruit supply was severely insufficient. He couldn’t possibly do everything by himself, which led to increasingly expensive fruit in Oasis City.

Every day he was busy to the point of exhaustion, yet there still wasn’t enough fruit.

The Relic’s cost made him treat all objects around him as plants—a kind of conceptual distortion.

The more he used the Relic, the more obvious the cost became. Over the years, the Greenhouse King had learned to ignore this distortion, but this cost still reduced his work efficiency.

His only wish was to let all the tired Hunters in Oasis City eat fresh fruit. It sounded very simple and humble, but was difficult to achieve.

In the golden scene, everyone eating fruit appeared, harmonious and happy.

Watching this scene, the Greenhouse King showed a yearning smile—that was desire from the heart.

“How about it? Let me help you fulfill it,” the little sprite tempted.

But this sentence broke the Greenhouse King’s fantasy.

“No need, I can fulfill it myself.”

“I’m planning to recruit some Hunters who can control plants, or find some Relics that can stimulate crop growth. If that doesn’t work, I’ll report to the authorities and have them help me find some.”

“Food is a big deal in the Abyss. There are quite a few Hunters with this type of Relic. I don’t believe no one can do the same work as me.”

The Greenhouse King said confidently.

But his confidence made the little sprite panic.

“Your wish is very simple, and I can easily help you fulfill it. You just need to make a wish to me. Isn’t this an effortless thing?”

The little sprite opened its hands, and a flashlight had already appeared in its palm.

“A flashlight that can accelerate plant growth just by shining on plants.”

The Greenhouse King’s eyes widened as he looked at the flashlight, but he didn’t say a word.

Seeing it couldn’t move him, the little sprite reached out and changed again, producing a small camera.

“A camera that can duplicate objects. As long as the photo exists, it will continuously create the photographed objects on the photo. The cost is also very simple—you need to use toilet paper as film.”

As it spoke, it expectantly glanced at the Greenhouse King in front of it.

The Greenhouse King looked shocked, staring directly at the camera with drool almost reaching his lips.

“How about it?”

The Greenhouse King nodded. “Not bad.”

Hearing his answer, the little sprite was overjoyed. “Then quickly make a wish to me, and I’ll give you this camera, plus the flashlight from before. If you want it, I can give them to you together.”

The Greenhouse King was still staring directly at the camera, swallowing his saliva. “I mean your ideas are good.”

“Both accelerating crop production and directly duplicating crops—you have quite good ideas about agriculture. When I recruit, I’ll hire people like this…”

The little sprite hadn’t expected the Greenhouse King to think this way.

“The Relics you want are right in my hands. You just need to make a wish, and these Relics will be in your hands. Isn’t that good?”

The Greenhouse King shook his head. “No.”

“Only children make wishes. Adults have to fulfill them themselves.”

“Are you an adult? Do you want to come work in my greenhouse?”