I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 95

Ci Xing double-checked everything, then led the group back to the stone sphere.

Shi Beng didn’t back out. After learning how to use the sphere, he went straight up the stairs.

Mo Ling thought for a moment and followed. After his first time in the battlefield, he was still confused and wanted to confirm things.

When the entrance opened, Mo Ling and Shi Beng entered the sphere together.

In the center, Shi Beng stood like a statue; Mo Ling couldn’t read his emotions.

As the entrance closed, the ripples began again.

Mo Ling found himself in darkness again, but this time, he didn’t appear by a mineral vein.

Instead, his vision shifted, a tugging sensation, and he was pulled out of a mineral tribe body shining with white light, floating in the air.

“What’s going on?”

He floated in the midst of the battlefield, but the fighting mineral tribes didn’t touch him-they passed right through.

“So, the signal really can pull someone into the battlefield,” Mo Ling finally confirmed his experience was real.

The deep, emotionless voice sounded again.

“Spectator mode,” the voice said mechanically.

“Spectator? Why can’t I participate this time?”

Mo Ling reached out and found he was wearing pajamas. Seeing them, he remembered something and touched his head.

Sure enough, his head was the cube-person  again.

He’d become the cube-person from his dreams.

“Why am I like this again?”

But now, Mo Ling didn’t feel the memory distortion from his dreams-instead, he felt relaxed, able to float freely through the battlefield.

The mineral tribes around him didn’t seem to notice him, as if he was on another plane-unable to interfere, and unaffected by the battle.

But then Mo Ling had an idea.

He aimed his teleportation frame at a fighting mineral tribe member and used teleport.

To his surprise, his ability could affect the battlefield. He tossed the corpse to the ground nearby.

But this time, there was no surge of power.

“So that power boost is only for participants.”

Mo Ling’s actions seemed to startle the enemy of the mineral tribe he’d just teleported. The enemy looked around warily, searching for the source, but found nothing and soon returned to fighting.

Mo Ling kept experimenting-stones, sand, corpses from the battlefield, all could be teleported into his cube.

Even inside the cube, they still felt shoddy, clashing with everything else.

Mo Ling peered into these objects, and even their structure was full of that shoddy feeling.

He could teleport them out again, and they were no different from ordinary objects.

However, Mo Ling’s experiments seemed to annoy the deep voice.

“Don’t make trouble. Spectators are forbidden from interfering with the battlefield.” The familiar warning came again, this time very stern.

Mo Ling felt the environment ripple, almost pulling him out of the battlefield-as if the voice was warning him.

So, Mo Ling had to behave and just be a proper “spectator.”

Soon, Mo Ling spotted a familiar figure.

Shi Beng.

He still looked as he did in reality,black armor, imposing and brave, standing out on the battlefield.

After arriving, Shi Beng looked around, just as confused as Mo Ling had been the first time.

But soon, a Basalt Tribe member attacked him.

Shi Beng didn’t react in time and was stabbed in the chest by a stone spike.

But the spike couldn’t even scratch Shi Beng’s armor-it almost broke instead.

The attacker was knocked to the ground by the huge recoil, his face full of fear.

Shi Beng glanced at his fallen enemy, seemed to hear the voice’s instructions, and understood the battlefield rules.

He raised his fist and smashed the enemy to pieces.

Afterward, Shi Beng stood still, probably feeling the surge of power.

He stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, feeling the strength in his body.

Once he understood, Mo Ling watched as Shi Beng charged into battle, fighting his fellow tribesmen.

“He won’t get addicted to that power, will he?” Mo Ling worried.

Mineral tribe members weren’t supposed to crave power, but this strength could dispel their fear.

Thinking about it, only by constantly gaining the power from killing enemies in this battlefield could mineral tribes, who only knew fear, feel at ease.

Mo Ling had a bad feeling.

But he couldn’t interfere with the battlefield.

He knew if he tried again, the voice would kick him out, and he wouldn’t even be able to watch.

At this point, Mo Ling could only trust Shi Beng.

While Mo Ling worried, Shi Beng had already wiped out all nearby enemies, leaving only a few strong opponents.

He charged in and quickly finished them off.

Then he felt the power surging through him.

But in Mo Ling’s view, Shi Beng didn’t use the strength to change his body.

He was still over two meters tall, armored, though surely tougher now.

Soon, Shi Beng stood still again, probably hearing the deep voice’s next instructions.

It seemed the war had entered the second stage.

Now, as a spectator, Mo Ling saw a map in his mind-this time, the map was fully lit, no black fog.

Shi Beng’s current location was the Basalt Vein , in the center of the Needle Stone Forest, surrounded by countless other veins.

“The situation doesn’t look good.”

Mo Ling remembered that the first time he entered, his Emerald Vein was rare, with few enemies and on the edge of the map.

Not only that, the veins neighboring the Emerald Vein were sparse and far apart, with few enemies.

When he left the Emerald Vein, the enemies he met weren’t strong, probably because there hadn’t been much killing in the tribal struggle.

From the intensity of the Basalt Vein’s battle, the enemies in these densely packed veins were probably much tougher.

“So common minerals have their downsides.” Mo Ling sighed.

Sure enough, this time, Shi Beng hadn’t even left the vein before enemies invaded the Basalt Vein.

They came in force.