I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 63
The frenzied Transparent Tribe were still begging.
The goddess looked at them calmly.
“The game is over. I’m leaving.”
“The chicks will never come to this world again.”
Seeing that they had understood everything, the goddess no longer intended to stay and was about to float upward.
But the Transparent Tribe, still clinging to a sliver of hope, rushed forward to grab her snake tail.
However, after a transformation of the goddess’s tail, the Transparent Tribe holding it slid off.
She said nothing more, slowly floating into the sky, never glancing down at the Transparent Tribe again.
Mo Ling stared blankly at the goddess rising into the sky.
“Was she really just here to tell the Transparent Tribe the game was over?”
He found the Primordial Cell more and more incomprehensible.
The bubble goddess once again entered the cell membrane, began to change, and returned to a spherical form.
Mo Ling followed the goddess higher and higher, the cube drawing closer to the Primordial Cell, reaching its side.
The Primordial Cell seemed to notice the cube, but it couldn’t figure out what kind of life the cube was. After trying to change into the cube’s shape a few times, it gave up.
It began to drift aimlessly in the sky again, only stopping when it floated over the sheep-headed person’s head.
The bubble changed again.
This time, as before, no matter how it changed, it couldn’t get it right. It stayed in the form of a Tree-Breaking Sheep for a long time, but found it wasn’t right and kept changing.
The sheep-headed person seemed very interested in the Primordial Cell. After leaving the temple, it climbed onto a Transparent Tribes’s building, holding its frame up to the Primordial Cell in the sky for comparison.
But it could never get it to match.
It was the same when the goddess appeared before; the sheep-headed person probably thought the snake tail didn’t fit the Vitruvian Man pose.
Finally, the Primordial Cell’s changes stopped, and it became that ordinary human form again, slowly walking out.
The bubble person descended in front of the sheep-headed person but didn’t speak.
Seeing the Primordial Cell come down on its own, the sheep-headed person continued to hold up the frame for comparison.
After comparing, it found a match. The sheep-headed person seemed very pleased and immediately used chains to tie up the Primordial Cell.
The Primordial Cell didn’t resist, just stood there in a daze.
A chainsaw extended from the sheep-headed person’s arm, cutting the bubble person’s hands and feet.
The water membrane on the hands and feet moved along the chainsaw’s cut, just like cell division, completely unharmed.
The sheep-headed person was very skilled, and while the Primordial Cell was still dazed, quickly tied it to the frame.
This time, the sheep-headed person seemed extremely satisfied with its artistic creation, because the Primordial Cell’s body was just too perfect.
The bubble person’s body was the most standard human physique.
Precise proportions and length, just the right muscle definition, the sheep-headed person stuck the frame on the roof, circled it a few times, admiring its work.
The Primordial Cell, unlike previous victims who screamed and struggled, quietly cooperated with the sheep-headed person’s actions, not resisting at all.
Such a good temperament.
No resistance, so the pose wasn’t ruined. The sheep-headed person seemed very pleased with this model’s cooperation, bleating excitedly.
At this moment, the Transparent Tribe below were all dumbfounded by the scene.
The goddess, actually tied to a frame?
But soon, fear began to change.
Some bolder Transparent Tribe, seeing the Primordial Cell trapped, picked up rocks and threw them at it on the rooftop frame.
They vented their reckless ignorance and resentment.
“That’s not a goddess at all! It’s a devil sent to destroy our faith!”
A completely different voice arose among the Transparent Tribe.
It was the voice of doubt.
With the commotion, more and more Transparent Tribe grew bold, throwing rocks at the Primordial Cell on the frame.
“Execute it! That’s a fake goddess!”
“It’s here to deceive us, to destroy our faith. It must have been sent by the Flesh Tribe!”
These words stirred the Transparent Tribe, who would rather believe it was an impostor than accept the truth about the game.
Faced with the truth, they chose to remain ignorant.
The Primordial Cell let these ignorant Transparent Tribe attack, remaining silent, watching the sheep-headed person.
The Transparent Tribe attacked and cursed, as if they had found an outlet.
One even shot a long stone arrow at the Primordial Cell on the frame.
The stone arrow pierced the wrist and ankle, and transparent cell fluid flowed from the wounds, dripping onto the roof.
The Transparent Tribe began their trial and punishment of the Primordial Cell, self-righteously.
The Primordial Cell, bound at the center of judgment, silently endured the dual trial of the secular and the faithful.
Its gaze was deep and tranquil, as if seeing through the vanity of the world.
Then, it seemed to finally decide something.
It spoke in human language.
It said to the sheep-headed person in front of it, “Would you like to play a game with me? If you win, I’ll grant you a wish.”
The sheep-headed person took a long time to understand.
“Baa.” It gave a baffling sheep call.
But the Primordial Cell seemed to understand sheep language and continued, “You don’t know what a game is? Let me explain.”
Then the Primordial Cell began to slowly explain the definition of a game to the sheep-headed person, very patiently.
“Do you understand?” After finishing, the Primordial Cell even asked with concern.
“Baa.”
The Primordial Cell continued, “You understand, so let me tell you about our game. It’s called Rock Paper Scissors. Do you know how to play?”
“Baa.” The sheep-headed person raised its hands.
There were only empty sheep hooves.
“……”
Below, the Transparent Tribe were still venting their anger and curses, stones flying everywhere, the whole thing turning into a spontaneous trial.
They were judging what they saw as a blasphemer.
But on the roof, the two strange beings were still chatting nonsensically.
The conflicting scene made Mo Ling’s mind stall; he could hardly believe these two things were happening at the same time.
“Can you play Rock Paper Scissors?”
“Baa.”
A stone flew by, hitting the sheep-headed person’s chainsaw horn.
“Then it’s settled. You play Rock Paper Scissors with me. If you win, I’ll grant your wish.”
“Baa.”
A Transparent Tribesperson climbed up, holding a stone spear, roaring, “Fake goddess, die!”
……
The Primordial Cell and the sheep-headed person were still chatting happily.
“I haven’t asked your wish yet. What is your wish?”
“Baa, baa.”
“All right, it’s settled then.”
“Baa.”
The Transparent Tribes climbing the roof stepped on the cell fluid left by the Primordial Cell, slipped, and fell.
“I was attacked by a blasphemer!”
Storyteller Dlanor's Words
From August on there will be a release from Monday to Saturday. If there we get more reviews and adding the novel to the reading list on NU i'm going to do double extra releases on sunday. From next month one i'm changing from 5 popcorn to 4. The novel isn't getting that many views but i'm going to continue with it.