I'm trapped in a cube

"Now the conditions are in place."

"Full supreme authority, and a suitable race..."

Jeff said calmly.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Mo Ling could no longer suppress the doubts in his heart.

Mo Ling's original plan was to use the highest authority to delete all Yuqun's accounts.

But after Jeff finished the riddle, Mo Ling no longer dared to do it.

Who knows what the fish school has in store.

But Mo Ling couldn't figure out whether Jeff was planning to do so, just because he didn't dare to delete all Yushun's accounts.

Mo Ling was very confused. Why were there all these old monsters in the abyss who had lived for who knows how long? The things they talked about were all vague and confusing, and they didn't know whether they were true or false.

At this point, he had no choice but to continue asking and find out everything.

Jeff didn't seem to intend to hide anything, and began to answer Mo Ling's questions seriously.

He turned to the last page of the ancient fish-man book on the table.

"Look, what is this?"

It was a crooked fish-man language text, with a pair of crossed nana at the top and a horizontal line at the bottom, forming an upright triangle.

At the top of the triangle is a small fry, curled up into a circle and sticking tightly to the tip of the corner.

"What is this?" Mo Ling didn't notice it at first.

"Just look at the guy outside and you'll know."

Mo Ling quickly looked at the content in the picture.

Freshman Jeff’s Christmas hat is red and conspicuous.

"Is this a Santa hat?" Mo Ling blurted out.

"That's right."

The new fishmen actually created such a text?

Isn’t the poison of human thoughts too serious?

At the same time, Mo Ling also suddenly realized that the meaning of a new word was not simple for the fish school.

"What authority does it have?" Mo Ling looked at the crooked text on the Santa hat and asked curiously.

"There is no special authority. It just means this. A Santa hat is a Santa hat. Its only function is to put hats on us."

"So simple?"

"It's that simple. If they give this word a new meaning in the future, new permissions will be created."

Listening to Jeff's words, Mo Ling seemed to understand a little.

"So, a suitable race is just to create writing for you?"

"That's right." Jeff nodded happily.

"Fish come from words, so we can't create words. We can only combine words. Only a real race that uses fish-human language as a means of communication can create words. They are our creators."

"Now these creators are outside and full of life. After I discovered that they are not a race that takes bodies, I asked all the fish schools to stop attacking them."

"I originally wanted the fish to return its body, but all the parts were locked by you and I couldn't move."

Jeff's words stunned Mo Ling.

"Then why kill the fish?"

"Because we want to go back."

"go back?"

"Yes, we are going back to conquer new words."

Jeff pointed to the little fry on the tip of the Santa hat and said, "We have to become the fish up here."

"Isn't it already up there?"

"This is different. The fish created from the beginning does not belong to the fish school. Only when we completely conquer this text can we truly obtain the authority of this text."

"When the new fish-men create more words, the fish will gain more authority."

"As long as the newly born fish people continue to develop and create words, the world of words will become infinitely vast and continuously extending. There will no longer be any boundaries. For the fish, there will no longer be any racial lock."

"As long as the Creator continues to exist, the world can continue to expand, right?"

"Yes..." Mo Ling replied blankly.

His heart was already filled with shock.

The school of fish has lost their eternal memory. They don't know where these new fishmen came from, but Mo Ling still remembers it.

The new fish-men tribe was created by the fish themselves.

"The Creator who created himself?"

No matter what Mo Ling thought, it felt ridiculous.

The world is too limited, so escape from this world, create a creator, let this creator make his world infinite, and then return to his original world?

Mo Ling felt like his metal head was instantly overloaded.

"You should understand, right?"

"should……"

He was amazed by the boldness of the fish.

"After killing the fish, you will go back?"

"Yes, return to the essence and become words."

"Will you guys ever return to reality?"

"If the world is infinite and is enough for us to be free, then why should we return to reality? There are no racial locks there, and we don't have to spend so much time formulating formulas to understand the world. Isn't that much better than reality?"

Jeff's answer caused Mo Ling's brain to shut down again.

He suddenly realized that the purpose of the fish school all along was to be "free".

The reason for breaking through to reality is because the text world is too limited, and the reason for invading everywhere is because they want to find a way to unlock the racial lock. These are things that restrict their freedom, and they have never forgotten their true intentions.

As a copy of the small fry, everything the fish school does is to fulfill its will, and it has never changed.

However, even after figuring everything out now, Mo Ling still couldn't believe it.

"That's it? So you want me to delete all your accounts?"

"Yes." Jeff nodded: "The school of fish disappeared."

Mo Ling looked at a pair of armor on the screen with doubt and started deleting the account.

The parts on the armor exploded quickly, and the fish-man body inside also fell down.

"Right, that is it."

Jeff looked at Mo Ling and nodded again.

"You can select them all, that's faster."

He even tried to teach Mo Ling a faster way to operate.

Mo Ling continued to delete several accounts.

The armor outside also began to glow red one by one, and the parts quickly detached.

It seemed like what Jeff said, they did not resist, did not take any measures, and allowed Mo Ling to delete the accounts one by one.

Jeff also nodded silently, indicating to Mo Ling to continue.

However, when there were only a few accounts left, Mo Ling stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Jeff asked in confusion.

"What will happen to the highest authority after you leave?"

"You can keep it, we don't need it anymore." Jeff said nonchalantly.

So, Mo Ling selected the last few accounts, and Jeff seemed to feel something and sat up straight.

"Thanks……"

He looked at Mo Ling meaningfully.

As the option to confirm deletion was pressed, the parts on Jeff's chest flashed with a faint red light and flew out suddenly.

The patriarch's body collapsed instantly and he lay unconscious on the table.

Immediately afterwards, the part flew to Mo Ling's head and floated quietly in the air.

There was silence in the library, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Ling looked at the empty account list and felt a little dazed.

The ferocious armors outside have also been turned into parts, floating in the air.

The fishman in the armor woke up leisurely and looked around confusedly, not knowing what was going on.

The fish channel was eerily quiet.

The school of fish really disappeared...