I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 227

The little small fry began its adventure.

This spherical space was its free and unrestrained world.

Like a fish tank, Mo Ling floated in the sky, watching everything that was fixed, as if observing the scenery inside a fish tank.

Wherever the little small fry swam, changes would occur.

It was like fingertips rolling across piano keys, wherever it went, it would stir up pleasant musical notes.

The little small fry also enjoyed this process.

Gradually, it seemed to gain experience, learning how to avoid those dangerous characters.

The little small fry remembered the positions of those characters. Whenever it reached those positions, it would accelerate and jump over that character to reach the other side.

Of course, it also remembered some very friendly characters. It would linger in these characters for a long time, sometimes reluctant to leave.

In the blink of an eye, the little small fry had already understood the “fish tank” completely.

It knew which places were dangerous, which were safe, which were suitable for play…

However, after the little small fry became familiar with the entire spherical space, it seemed to begin feeling dissatisfied with the status quo.

For it, this space was simply too narrow. Although it had everything one could want, these scenes and locations were all fixed, monotonous and unchanging.

Soon, it found a settlement. Whenever it was tired, it would return here.

Mo Ling discovered that for a long time, the little small fry was dejected, hiding in its settlement, motionless.

But before long, Mo Ling noticed something was wrong.

The little small fry seemed to have slowly made some decision and swam to the character representing the sun.

This was an extremely dangerous character. When the little small fry had come here before and suffered losses, it would quickly pass through.

But now, it stayed in place, allowing the high temperature to erode it.

It hesitated for a moment, then rushed in…

The sun floated quietly, its scorching light mercilessly descending upon the little small fry, roasting its body.

As expected, the little small fry was burned all over by the sun.

At first, it endured the pain, then tried to avoid it.

The little small fry seemed to gradually adapt to the stabbing sunlight.

It also gradually began learning how to deal with these “vertical strokes.”

Under the manifestation of characters, light was parallel “vertical strokes.” These “vertical strokes” struck the little small fry’s body, stirring up various reactions on it.

Finally, the little small fry even aimed at one “vertical stroke,” bit down viciously, and forcibly swallowed that vertical stroke into its belly.

Then it continued swallowing without restraint, its body becoming larger and larger as it went.

Subsequently, it devoured all the “vertical strokes” belonging to the sun.

It consumed the light.

From then on, the sun had no light.

The strokes belonging to light became lines within the little small fry’s body.

The little small fry’s body also grew larger and larger. These strokes attached to the little small fry like scales.

It glanced at the sun, then swam away without looking back.

From then on, the little small fry began specifically heading toward those dangerous characters.

Devouring the strokes within these characters one by one.

As it swallowed without restraint, its body became increasingly massive.

The former little small fry became a bizarre fish covered with various strokes.

Its behavior also became more cruel.

It even began devouring the creatures within those characters.

Compared to the dangerous environments, these creatures were much weaker and were mercilessly swallowed by the little small fry.

The style instantly changed.

What had been a quiet and peaceful fish tank was stirred into a storm of blood by the little small fry.

What had just been a fish tank now became a hunting ground.

A four-horned creature that looked like a deer had originally been quietly staying within a character.

After the little small fry arrived, it swallowed the creature in one gulp.

The strokes belonging to the deer instantly disappeared, leaving only an empty horizontal line.

After swallowing this deer, the little small fry slowly grew a pair of antlers on its head, making it look even more bizarre.

“A horned fish?”

Mo Ling stared wide-eyed at the increasingly strange little small fry.

The changes in the runic lines were truly beyond expectation.

But what happened next shocked Mo Ling even more.

The little small fry continued swallowing without restraint, its movements becoming increasingly skilled.

After its body became increasingly massive, its strength also increased accordingly. The creatures within those characters couldn’t resist at all, being swallowed into the little small fry’s belly one after another.

Indelible strokes began appearing on the little small fry’s body, making it increasingly bizarre as it was contaminated by these strokes.

Twisted antlers, swollen bull’s head, deformed snake belly…

Not only that, the original fish body even grew bird-like claws, one pair in front and one behind. The strokes on its body intersected chaotically, and strange tentacles protruded from various parts of its body.

Because it was restricted by the runic lines, its body couldn’t grow larger and could only extend forward and backward, so its body became longer and longer.

“This is… a dragon?”

Mo Ling could hardly believe the scene before his eyes.

This original little small fry had actually become a dragon?

However, this dragon seemed somewhat wrong.

Moreover, during the transformation process, the dragon seemed to be affected by those various strokes, becoming extremely irritable.

It could no longer stay in this narrow “fish tank.”

The strange dragon began wantonly destroying characters, pulling and tearing within the runic lines, destroying the originally complete and mysterious characters into chaos.

The originally dangerous environments now had no effect on it.

The strange dragon reached out and grabbed the sun from the air, tearing it into fragments.

It stood atop the sun’s wreckage and let out a terrible roar, declaring itself the overlord of this world.

This soundless roar even penetrated through the gaps between characters, causing other characters to tremble and crack.

At this moment, it was the undisputed overlord of the world.

King of the spherical domain.

Creatures were slaughtered by it, and the world became a plaything beneath its feet.

The strange dragon was extremely irritable. It felt it was merely trapped in a cramped space where its incredibly powerful abilities couldn’t be displayed. This toy-like world offered no challenge whatsoever.

Boring.

This made it even more irritable.

This originally peaceful and harmonious fish tank had now become a cage imprisoning it.

The strange dragon roared repeatedly, declaring its power and venting its fury upon the weak characters.

It turned the entire spherical space upside down, seemingly just wanting to find a way to leave.

At this time, the world was already in tatters, crumbling under the strange dragon’s destruction.

But it still wouldn’t stop. Everything in its eyes was just garbage.

Finally, the strange dragon came before a cracked horizontal line.

That was an unremarkable character.

In merman language, its meaning was—

Dream.