I'm trapped in a cube

"Do you know what the highest authority means?"

Jeff looked at Mo Ling in front of him and asked seriously.

"Absolute control over the fish people?" Mo Ling asked.

Jeff nodded, then shook his head: "It's more than that."

He stretched out his hand, and a piece of fish scale-like part crawled onto his finger silently.

"I'll take you somewhere and you'll know."

His fingers slowly stretched out and gently touched Mo Ling's armor.

The parts on the two people's bodies touched, making a crisp metal collision sound.

"Ding~"

With Jeff's touch, a pop-up window appeared in front of Mo Ling - "Do you accept the screen sharing sent by Yushun01?"

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Ling chose to accept.

The moment he accepted it, everything in front of him suddenly changed, and an extremely real picture appeared in front of him.

However, the view is very strange.

He seemed to have fallen into a sea, and the picture in front of him did not seem to be from the perspective of human senses, and was somewhat abnormally distorted.

"This is the fish's perspective, just get used to it."

"fish?"

"Yes, the fishman tribe was just a small fry at first." Jeff explained.

"I'll show you around." Following Jeff's words, the little fry began to swim, and the scene around Mo Ling began to change.

The sea in front of Mo Ling was unusually blue, as clear as a sapphire. The small fry slowly swam forward, pushing the gentle waves of the water.

The sea water was very clean, without a trace of impurities. Mo Ling even felt like she was soaking in a piece of translucent blue jelly.

However, after a while, Mo Ling discovered something strange.

This sea is dead.

There are no ocean currents, no floating impurities, no living things, no rising and falling bubbles. This sea is like a spotless pure gem, so clean that no dirt is allowed to exist.

After realizing this, Mo Ling suddenly felt that the blue sea was a bit terrifying and lifeless.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Jeff suddenly asked.

"It's very beautiful, but..." Mo Ling didn't know how to describe this strange feeling. Water should be the source of life, but this sea has nothing to do with vitality.

"This is where the fish-people were born. It was empty, without anything. It took a long time for the fish-people to learn to swim." Jeff's tone revealed nostalgia.

"Where is this?" Mo Ling asked in confusion.

"ocean."

In Jeff's mouth, a simple fishman language word came out.

ocean?

Mo Ling was a little confused. He knew this was the sea, but didn't this sea have any name?

Just when Mo Ling was confused, the little fry stopped.

In front of me, a huge reflective film appeared, blocking the entire middle of the sea. If I hadn't been in front of it, I wouldn't have seen this imperceptible film.

Why is there such a strange film in the sea?

As if hearing Mo Ling's question, the little fry turned around, stayed close to the film, and swam around.

But after swimming so far, the little fry didn't even notice the edge of the film.

The small fry began to swim upward again, but this time, not only could they not find the edge of the film, they could not even see the sea surface.

This sea seems to have infinite height. You can only see the slightly transparent sea surface, but you can never swim.

The little fry finally gave up, but at this moment, it seemed to suddenly think of another way, aimed at the film, and rushed in.

Immediately afterwards, its entire body plunged into the soft film.

After being wrapped by the reflective film, everything in the field of vision began to distort. After a period of flipping, the original blue sea suddenly turned into another color.

The originally crystal clear sapphire was suddenly penetrated by a dazzling red light, and a heat wave condensed into a solid body surged towards the surroundings.

By the time the field of vision in front of the little fry stabilized again, everything was completely different.

In front of him was a huge fireball, floating quietly in the endless darkness.

The scorching light illuminated the surroundings, and the high temperature also spread to the small fry.

Looking at the sudden change in the scene, Mo Ling asked again: "Where is this again?"

"sun."

Jeff once again said this simple word in his standard fishman language.

"This is a very dangerous thing. The fishmen are not able to cope with this kind of power at this time. We can only escape, as far away as possible."

Following Jeff's words, the little fry quickly turned around and swam backwards. Its body swung violently in the void, and its tail pushed away the ripples.

But how could its swimming speed be compared to the speed of light? The intense heat climbed onto its body, and a burst of smoke emitted from its body.

The power of the sun fell mercilessly on the weak body of the little fry.

It wasn't until the little fry was burned all over by the sun that it found another piece of film.

This film is still endless, with no edge visible.

The little fry seemed to have found a life-saving straw and rushed in without looking back.

The film reflected the sun's light, but when hit by the little fish, the sun in the film quickly distorted and disappeared.

Everything around him changes again.

This time, the dazzling red gradually twisted and disappeared, replaced by a cold and soft white.

As soon as his vision changed, the cold light quickly covered the little fish's body, and the scars on his body healed quickly.

The little fry took a closer look and found that there was still endless darkness in front of him, but in the darkness, there was a ball of light that was constantly emitting white light towards the surroundings.

The white light was like a stream, slowly flowing onto the little fry.

The light came to the little fish and turned into a shape similar to a ribbon, gently wrapping around the surface of the little fish's originally bruised body.

Immediately afterwards, the light strips turned into countless light spots, slowly seeping into the little fry's wounds.

As more and more light bands wrapped around it, the little fry began to spin around in circles comfortably.

Looking at the familiar pale light, Mo Ling hesitated and expressed his guess: "Is this the 'moon'?"

"That's right." Jeff's voice came slowly: "The moon that can soothe everything."

"The fishmen initially thought that the moon could heal wounds, but later they discovered that it was more than that. Its authority was very high, and healing wounds was just an external manifestation of its authority, and it was a very simple application."

Permissions?

Mo Ling heard an extremely familiar word.

Healing pain is already very powerful, but it can only be used in a very superficial way? How high is the authority of that month?

Thinking of this, Mo Ling quickly asked Jeff:

"What is Yue's authority?"

However, Jeff did not answer in time. Instead, he calmly told the story:

"Keep reading and you'll know. Don't be in a hurry."