I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 49

The sheep-headed person still stood there in a daze, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

The transparent liquid on the ground began to slowly flow back, climbing up along the sheep-headed person’s body.

The liquid started to bore into the sheep-headed person, merging with its flesh and blood.

Prophet Baixiang had clearly realized the sheep-headed person was also a Theseus Cell organism and wanted to graft it as well.

Mo Ling hurriedly activated teleportation on the transparent liquid, hoping to salvage the situation a bit.

But there was too much liquid on the ground, and most of it had already penetrated deep into the sheep-headed person’s body.

In Mo Ling’s vision, the liquid had even reached the sheep-headed person’s brain, heading straight for the Red Rope Worm inside.

This was bad.

If the sheep-headed person really got grafted, Prophet Baixiang would become more powerful than ever before.

Then, a being that could transform into any creature and never die would appear in this world.

No one here would be its match.

The sheep-headed person finally seemed to sense something, starting to clutch its head.

The transparent liquid on its body had completely vanished, having fully entered its body.

At this moment, Mo Ling once again felt powerless.

In his despair, Mo Ling suddenly thought of a question.

“Would the Red Rope Worm allow its host to be grafted by another creature?”

“If that creature’s actions would prevent it from finding the mother worm, it should resist, right?”

Mo Ling could only hope that the Red Rope Worm would evolve a resistance to grafting.

However, the sheep-headed person’s flesh now began to slowly turn into transparent liquid.

It was over.

Though he didn’t know how far the grafting had gone, this phenomenon showed the sheep-headed person and Prophet Baixiang were becoming one.

The sheep-headed person lowered its hands from its head, its eyes dull, clearly already in a grafted state.

Mo Ling’s mind was racing, searching for a solution.

“Red Rope Worm?”

No response now, so that was hopeless.

“Ugly Duckling Phenomenon?”

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration broke through Mo Ling’s despair.

He quickly controlled the cube, searching the temple.

Soon, he found it!

A Flesh Tribe member, barely alive, pinned under a stone.

If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, Mo Ling wouldn’t have noticed him.

He selected a piece of flesh from the Flesh Tribe member’s arm and instantly teleported it into the sheep-headed person’s brain.

A wash of blood spread out.

Like ink dropped on paper.

The sheep-headed person’s brain, already full of transparent liquid, suddenly had a patch of solid flesh with no transparent liquid.

This real flesh kept expanding, pushing the transparent liquid out of the sheep-headed person’s brain.

As the flesh continued to spread, the sheep-headed person gradually regained consciousness.

It touched its head, looked at its body-which had turned into transparent liquid-and immediately extended a chainsaw, cutting off the liquefied part.

Then its body healed again, and all traces of liquid vanished, replaced by solid flesh.

Mo Ling quickly teleported the cut-off transparent liquid into the cube, destroying it.

Bit by bit, the liquid was forced out of the sheep-headed person’s body, and Mo Ling helped eliminate it.

He flew above the sheep-headed person, keeping a close eye on any escaping liquid, not letting a single drop get away.

The sheep-headed person seemed to realize the cube was helping and even gathered the liquid together, lifting it up to the cube.

After the invasion, the sheep-headed person seemed much smarter.

The remaining liquid turned into small creatures trying to escape, but the sheep-headed person caught them on the spot.

It held up the small creature to the cube, and Mo Ling teleported both its hand and the creature away.

The sheep-headed person’s hand was left with a chunk missing, but it didn’t care, continuing to hunt for any leftover transparent liquid.

Some of the liquid tried to burrow underground, but with Mo Ling watching from above, there was nowhere to hide.

Finally, with Mo Ling’s efforts, all the transparent liquid was teleported away and destroyed.

The powerful Prophet Baixiang vanished without a sound.

The sheep-headed person lifted its hoof and looked at the ground, happy to see no more transparent liquid dripping down.

It walked over to the frame it had carried at the start and picked it up.

During the battle, the frame had been smashed to pieces, leaving only a few wooden sticks.

Now, there were no suitable vines in the temple to tie the frame together.

But the sheep-headed person seemed much smarter.

It extended a chainsaw from its arm and cut the ends of the sticks into mortise and tenon joints.

Stacking the sticks together, it rebuilt the familiar 米-shaped frame.

Then it pulled out a few chains from its body to fix the frame again.

Happily, it lifted the frame to admire its handiwork, pleased with its new knowledge.

Then the sheep-headed person walked under the cube, shook the frame a few times, and bleated a few times.

After that, it planted the frame in the ground.

The sheep-headed person rushed up to the fleeing leader, grabbed him, cut his limbs, and chained him to the frame.

Once again, it was the familiar “Vitruvian Man” style of binding.

The Transparent Tribe members, after Prophet Baixiang’s disappearance, didn’t dare draw the sheep-headed person’s attention, only watching its actions in fear.

The feathers sealing the temple began to dissipate and dry up.

The Transparent Tribe members who had been beside the leader scrambled out of the temple.

The sheep-headed person didn’t stop them, instead continuing to torture the leader.

As it did so, it kept bleating up at the cube.

Mo Ling could understand the strange Abyssal language, but he really couldn’t understand what the sheep-headed person was expressing.

Maybe it was just making meaningless noises.

But he could sense that there was no malice in the sheep-headed person’s cries.

It seemed to know the cube had saved it.

At this moment, Mo Ling was thankful for his decisive action.

He had cleverly used a property of the Ugly Duckling Phenomenon.

The property of transforming into a similar species.

Mo Ling guessed that the researchers named it the Ugly Duckling Phenomenon for a reason.

In Andersen’s fairy tale, when the ugly duckling first saw a white swan, it finally realized its true identity.

And the sheep-headed person’s source species was the Theseus Cell.

The only similar creature to a Theseus Cell was a normal cell.

That was the sheep-headed person’s “white swan.”

Mo Ling’s teleportation made the Theseus Cells in the sheep-headed person realize their true identity.

In that instant, the Theseus Cells began transforming into normal cells.

Once all the sheep-headed person’s cells were transformed, Prophet Baixiang’s grafting naturally failed.

Because the graft target could only be a Theseus Cell lifeform.

The cell transformation was just Mo Ling’s guess; it was a true gamble in every sense.

Luckily, Mo Ling succeeded.

The powerful Prophet Baixiang was truly expelled from the sheep-headed person by an absolute property.

The moment the ugly duckling became a white swan, Prophet Baixiang was powerless to return.