I'm trapped in a cube

The frantic Transparent people are still pleading.

The goddess looked at them calmly.

The game is over, I'm leaving.

Chickens will never come back to this world.

Seeing that they had understood everything, the goddess didn't intend to stay any longer and was about to float upwards.

But the transparent people were still pursuing that glimmer of hope and rushed forward to hug her snake tail.

However, after the goddess's tail changed, the transparent tribesman holding on to the snake's tail also slipped down.

She said nothing more and slowly floated into the sky, without looking at the transparent people below.

Mo Ling stared blankly at the goddess who was gradually rising into the sky.

Is she really just here to tell the Transparent people that the game is over?

He could no longer understand the Origin Cell.

The Bubble Goddess entered the cell membrane again and began to change, returning to the appearance of a sphere.

Mo Ling followed the goddess higher and higher, and the distance between the cubes became closer and closer to the origin cell, reaching the side of the cell.

The origin cell seemed to have noticed the square, but it seemed unable to see what kind of life the square was. After trying to change the shape of the square several times, it gave up.

It began to float randomly in the sky again, and only stopped after it flew to the head of the goat-headed man.

The bubbles move again.

This time, it was the same as before. It couldn't change no matter how much it changed. It stayed in the shape of the sheep with a broken tree for a long time, but found that something didn't seem right, so it continued to change.

The sheep-headed man seemed to be very interested in the origin cells. After coming out of the temple, he climbed up to a transparent tribe building and held a shelf to compare the origin cells in the sky.

But it doesn't match up.

It was the same when the goddess appeared before. The goat-headed man probably felt that the snake's tail was not suitable for the Vitruvian appearance.

Finally, the changes in the origin cells stopped, and they looked like ordinary humans again, and slowly walked out.

The bubble man descended in front of the sheep-headed man, but did not speak.

The sheep-headed man saw that the Origin Cell had come down on his own, so he continued to pick up the shelf and began to compare.

After comparison, it was found that they were consistent. The sheep-headed man seemed very happy and tied the Origin Cell directly with a chain.

The Origin Cell did not resist, but stood there sluggishly.

A chainsaw protruded from the sheep-headed man's arm and cut open the bubble man's hands and feet.

The water film on the hands and feet moved along the cutting direction of the electric saw, just like the division of cells, without any damage at all.

The sheep-headed man was very skilled and tied the Origin Cell to the rack very quickly while it was in a daze.

This time, the sheep-headed man seems to be very satisfied with his artistic creation, because the shape of the original cells is so perfect.

The Bubble Man's body is the most standard human body.

With precise proportions and length, as well as just the right division of muscles, the sheep-headed man inserted the shelf on the roof and walked around it several times to admire his work.

The Origin Cell was not like the previous victims who kept crying and struggling wildly. Instead, they quietly cooperated with the actions of the sheep-headed man without any resistance.

What a good temper.

He won't resist and won't mess up his posture. The sheep-headed man seems to be very satisfied with the mannequin's cooperation and bleats with excitement.

At this time, the transparent tribesmen below were stunned when they saw such a scene.

God, was actually tied to a shelf?

But it didn't take long before the fear began to slowly turn sour.

Some brave members of the Transparent Tribe saw that the Origin Cell was trapped, so they grabbed stones on the ground and threw them towards it on the roof shelf.

Venting their unbridled ignorance and resentment.

That's not God at all! It's the devil who comes to destroy our faith!

A completely different voice appeared within the Transparent Tribe.

This is the voice of doubt.

As they booed, more and more members of the Transparent Tribe emboldened themselves and threw stones at the Origin Cells on the shelf.

Execute it! It's a fake god!

Its purpose is to deceive us and make our faith collapse. It must be sent by the flesh and blood tribe!

These words aroused the approval of the Transparent people. They would rather believe that this was a fake god than believe in the game.

Faced with the truth, they choose to remain ignorant.

The Origin Cell allowed these ignorant transparent tribesmen to attack, but remained silent, looking at the sheep-headed man in silence.

The Transparent tribe members attacked and insulted each other, as if they had found an outlet.

A transparent tribesman even shot a long arrow at the Origin Cell on the shelf.

The long stone arrows pierced the wrists and ankles, and transparent cell fluid flowed out of the arrow holes and dripped on the roof.

The Transparent people self-righteously began to judge and punish the Origin Cell.

The origin cells were tied at the center of the trial, silently enduring the dual trials of secularity and faith.

Its gaze is deep and tranquil, as if it has seen through the illusions of the world.

Then, it seemed like it finally decided something.

The outlet is human language.

It said to the sheep-headed man in front of it: Do you want to play a game with me? If you win, I will fulfill one of your wishes.

It took the Goathead a long time to understand what the Primordial Cell was saying.

Hey. It responded with an incomprehensible sheep cry.

But the origin cell seemed to be able to understand the sheep language of the sheep-headed man, and continued: Don't you know what a game is? Let me tell you.

Then Origin Cell began to slowly explain the definition of the game to the sheep-headed man, very patiently.

Do you understand? After finishing speaking, Siyuan Cell asked with concern.

Mea.

Origin Cell continued: You understand, let me tell you about my game. It's called rock-paper-scissors. Do you know how to do it?

Hey. The sheep-headed man raised his hands.

There were only empty sheep hooves on it.

...

The people of the Transparent Tribe below were still venting their anger and curses, and rocks were flying everywhere. At some point, it turned into a spontaneous trial.

Judge those they consider blasphemous.

But the two strange creatures on the roof were still talking nonsensically.

Such a conflicting scene made Mo Ling's mind freeze. He couldn't believe that these two things could happen at the same time.

“Rock, paper, scissors, okay?”

Mea.

The rocks flew past and hit the goat-headed man's chainsaw horn.

Then it's determined. If you play rock-paper-scissors with me and you beat me, I will grant your wish.

Mea.

A transparent tribesman climbed up, holding a stone spear, and roared: Fake God, die!

…

The Origin Cell and the Goathead are still chatting comfortably.

I haven't asked you about your wish yet. What is your wish?

Baa, baa.

Okay, then it's settled.

Mea

The transparent tribesman who climbed up to the roof stepped on the cell fluid that had flowed out of the original cells, and slipped and fell down.

I was attacked by a blasphemer!

I forgot to post on time today. It's a bit late. Sorry.