I'm trapped in a cube

The channel fell into silence again.

It was eerily quiet.

The surrounding light spots also quickly began to surge, and one of the moon altar in the sky suddenly went out.

Time continues to flow.

The rushing light continued to surround Mo Ling. He was like a standing stone in the long river of moonlight, allowing everything around him to change.

Mo Ling was stunned and stretched out his hand to catch the light spots, but they were dexterously bypassed, passed through the fingers, and swept into the air.

One petal of the blooming shadow flower beneath her disappeared.

But the moonlight did not dim because of this. Mo Ling seemed to feel that the remaining moon altar was getting brighter and brighter, more dazzling.

When the light spot rolled into the air, the spiral stopped again.

The originally flowing air suddenly turned into solidified mud, becoming slow and suffocating.

Before they could take a breath, the familiar voice came from the armor again. This time, they seemed to adapt quickly and immediately entered into communication.

"General, welcome to wake up."

"Another two hundred years, but I feel nothing." Jeff said without any change in his tone.

"The death of the soul is like this. It is absolute nothingness. Of course there is no feeling. In these two hundred years, we have not existed. It is like jumping through a void of time..."

Instead of continuing the conversation about souls with the other voice, Jeff asked with concern, "What happened to the bodies?"

Another voice was silent for a moment, and replied with some disappointment: "It still doesn't work. The eternal life is still there and has not been replaced. They really haven't learned anything. The knowledge on the island is too limited, and their civilization has always been in the primitive stage. .”

Hearing this, Jeff was silent for a long time.

"If the external stimulation is not enough, let's continue to add inheritance to them. During the time when we are awake, we can create as much inheritance as possible and spread it on the island."

"General, even if there are enough inheritances, they don't have time to learn. Two hundred years is too limited. Do you want to extend the time for us to die?"

"Absolutely not. Two hundred years is the limit of what we can control. Beyond two hundred years, if an accident occurs, with our current number of parts, there is no way to undo the mistake." Jeff replied seriously.

"But General, we consume parts every time we wake up, and who knows how many more two hundred years there are? Is it really good to leave the fate of an entire race to randomness?"

Jeff listened quietly to the complaints of another voice. It wasn't until the voice finished speaking that he slowly spoke:

"The thing the fishmen are least afraid of is randomness."

"Even after we discovered the racial lock, we never stopped exploring new things."

"Learn one thing and forget another. We have lost so much, but the fishmen have never given up pursuing the unknown. As long as there is still a chance, there is hope."

"Under the shadow of racial lock, everything we have is just redundancy and burden. Only those things in the unknown may be the hope that can save us."

"Have you ever tried to think about it from another angle? In fact, race lock is a certain talent of the fish people. They use an outdated skill to gamble on a future that has never been touched."

"We have always robbed so much knowledge and relics from various races without worrying about the cost. It is the same this time. The fishmen have never been afraid of fighting against fate."

"Nothing can lock the fish-men."

"Only we can trap ourselves!"

Jeff's voice echoed in the channel and could not calm down for a long time.

Maureen had never seen Jeff in such an emotional state.

Before this, Jeff had always looked calm and indifferent to everything, but when faced with the cowardice of another voice, he burst into unprecedented emotions at this moment.

"I'm sorry, General, I'm... just a little worried." Another voice said apologetically: "I'm worried about failure."

"How many times can the consumption of parts support the awakening?"

"Judging from the current fog conditions, there may only be a dozen times, and then all our parts will fail."

"Then wait until the last time and then find other ways."

"Okay general, see you in two hundred years."

"goodbye……"

Silence fell again, and the light spots around Mo Ling continued to fade away.

Is it going to be another two hundred years?

Mo Ling has figured out the law of changes in the moonlight. Every flow will span two hundred years, and every stagnation will usher in the awakening of the fish people.

Is this true?

Could it be that the fishmen have been waiting like this for two thousand two hundred years?

Just to replace eternal life?

Another moon altar in the sky was destroyed, and the shadow petals under Mo Ling's feet withered again.

After another repetition, those voices appeared in the armor's channel again.

Jeff continued to ask about eternal life as before.

"It's still not replaced, but the speed of learning of the new souls seems to be much faster this time, and the level of civilization has also improved a lot. The inheritance plays a great role." Another voice replied excitedly.

"Have they tried to communicate with the outside world?" Jeff asked.

"No, General, they have always been on the island, and no other races have visited. Do you mean that we need to block their communication with the outside world in the future? This may be difficult to do."

"No, it is to promote their communication with the outside world. It is in the process of communication with other races that they learn the most. The collision of cultures is the source of knowledge bursting out. Two hundred years is not enough to remain stagnant."

"I understand general, I will guide their yearning for the outside world in the future inheritance."

"Remember to keep them friendly to the outside world and not cause conflicts and affect our plans."

"Okay general, I'm going to create the inheritance. See you in two hundred years."

"goodbye……"

The exchange this time was very brief. It seemed that both of them were deliberately saving time. They started taking action without saying much.

However, although there was very little communication, Mo Ling still extracted a lot of useful information from it.

"The 'new souls' they call are probably the original fish-men on the island. Their friendly personalities have also been deliberately guided."

After knowing all this, Mo Ling felt a little numb.

"An entire ethnic group is under the control of the hand behind it, and all civilization development follows the guidance."

The inheritance should be the ancient fishman books on the island.

Mo Ling had felt before that the fishmen had an almost paranoid trust in ancient books, and it seemed that this was what the people behind them wanted to achieve.

In this way, we can better control those "new souls".

"Everything on Fish-Man Island is never unexpected."

Thinking of this, Mo Ling seemed to feel that the invisible moonlight around him was overwhelming...