I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 39

Mo Ling had already flown ahead, hovering in midair before the lamb.

With a thought, Mo Ling stripped away its chainsaw horns and limbs.

But unexpectedly, the lamb’s healing sped up again, instantly regrowing a short arm at the severed limb.

Liquid inside its body surged, and a chain shot toward the metal cube in the sky.

But when the chain hit the cube, it bounced off the hard metal wall, not even moving the cube a bit.

It tried to attack again, but Mo Ling stripped away its head, and the body froze on the spot.

Yet it didn’t stay still for long-the headless body started moving again.

First, it twitched unconsciously, then began dodging the humanoids’ arrows.

Though it didn’t dodge well at first and was soon covered in arrows, its movements grew more skilled.

Mo Ling no longer dared to attack.

“It’s adapting to being wounded!”

Its learning ability was too strong.

Mo Ling could only change tactics, stripping random parts from the lamb.

This caught it off guard.

An arrow flew in; as the lamb tried to jump aside, Mo Ling stripped its knee, making its lower leg fall and causing it to stumble.

The arrow pierced its back, and a rain of arrows turned it into a porcupine.

But soon, its tight muscles pushed out the arrows, which fell to the ground.

It propped itself up, trying to crawl, but Mo Ling targeted its arm base, severing both arms at the root.

But then, its leg flesh slowly extended, fully regenerating the hooves. With a kick, it dodged another arrow volley.

Mo Ling grew grim-this wasn’t working at all.

The Red Rope Worm’s nature meant this lamb couldn’t be killed.

No matter how effective his attacks, he was only training its body, and could only temporarily restrain it.

And this restraint would only weaken over time, until the lamb evolved total immunity.

Luckily, Captain Su and the others arrived at the battlefield.

They saw the cube attacking the lamb.

On the way, Captain Su had briefed everyone on the lamb’s abilities, but seeing its healing in action still shocked the soldiers.

In no time, the lamb’s body healed again. It kicked off the ground, leaping for the cube.

Mo Ling responded by teleporting a rock into the air, blocking its path.

The lamb crashed into the rock, fell to the ground bleeding from the head, but immediately got up, its wound already healed.

Its external healing was now truly terrifying.

Captain Su’s team used every kind of restraint.

Soldiers threw net capsules, layering several metal nets in the air to wrap up the lamb as it landed.

But a black light flashed on its body, and spinning chainsaws grew from its arms.

It braced itself and sliced the overlapping metal nets to pieces.

The soldiers cursed.

They switched tactics, throwing a dozen metal spears to encircle the lamb.

One soldier pressed a button, and the spears flashed white, blue-white currents arcing between them.

The current thickened, forming a thunderstorm net trapping the lamb.

The spears’ power increased, lightning crackling more fiercely, countless bolts striking the lamb.

After a burst of high-frequency white light, the lamb’s bloody gray wool was charred, its whole body smoking.

The smell of roast lamb drifted out as the spears’ light dimmed, then returned to plain metal.

A charred mass collapsed in the center, some of it crumbling into black chunks.

Seeing it worked, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hurry! Collect the pieces!” Captain Su shouted.

The soldiers snapped to, rushing to pack up the black meat chunks in capsules.

But Mo Ling noticed something wrong.

The flesh in the black chunks was slowly regaining movement, wriggling and healing.

Danger!

But Mo Ling couldn’t warn them, so he lowered the cube to block one soldier’s path.

The soldier looked at the cube in confusion.

Other soldiers reached the chunks, cautiously using capsules to seal them up.

But the largest chunk suddenly trembled, swelling inside the seal.

The capsule stretched, and the soldiers quickly layered more capsules over it.

The capsule shrank, but not as fast as the swelling. The soldiers realized too late and backed away.

But it was too late-the black chunk split open, and a long chain burst out, slicing the capsule and a soldier in half.

Then, countless chains shot from the chunks, black light slashing everything-soldiers and plants alike-into smooth pieces.

Only the soldier shielded by the cube survived.

When Mo Ling moved the cube aside, the soldier saw the carnage, his confusion turning to terror.

Though Mo Ling didn’t want to further strengthen the lamb’s healing, he had no choice but to cover the soldiers’ retreat.

The black chunk swelled under Mo Ling’s stripping, violently like a chemical reaction.

Gray wool burst through the charred shell, the chainsaw horns spun again, and the sheep’s face rose, blank and expressionless, hooves stomping the ground.

Huge bloody holes kept appearing, but it ignored them-they healed in an instant.

When Mo Ling stopped attacking, everyone could only watch as the lamb rapidly returned to its full form.

As if sensing its power was still lacking, the lamb’s muscles swelled, its posture straightened, and it transformed into a humanoid shape, growing to human height not counting the horns.

When the transformation finished, the “lamb” had become a sheep-headed person: aside from the head, hooves, and wool, nothing showed it was a newborn lamb.

The sheep-headed person stood tall, looking up at the cube with rectangular pupils, face blank but with a disturbingly human curiosity in its eyes.

At that moment, Mo Ling felt that gaze pierce right into the cube.

It sent chills down his spine.