I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 416: The Method of Creating Gods
"Are you planning to create a god?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"Of course not, I don't have that ability."

"Then what are you going to do?" Mo Ling thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out how the balloon would make God appear.

"Just use this ball of thread."

"A ball of thread?" Mo Ling still didn't understand.

"Yes, didn't you say before that the world would be destroyed as soon as God descended? Now the hostility that can destroy the world is here."

"We just need to bring forward the destruction, and God will come earlier." Balloon explained.

"This... But even if the world is destroyed, God may not necessarily come. There is no causal relationship between the two."

"That's not the case." Balloon retorted, "Since God will come, the world will also be destroyed when God comes, which means that when the world is destroyed, God will come."

Listening to Balloon's logic, Mo Ling felt a little dizzy.

"That's not right. What if the world is destroyed and God doesn't come?" Mo Ling asked.

"The world will not be destroyed if God does not come. Your assumption is wrong." Balloon immediately retorted.

Mo Ling was silent. He decided not to argue about this topic with Balloon anymore.

"Tell me first how to bring about destruction earlier."

"Just make the line thicker." The balloon replied casually: "Put multiple lines together..."

The balloon reached right out of the sponge string and grabbed the tangled ball of string.

Then, the sponge thread was continuously inserted, curled, and kneaded. Not long after, a large part of the ball of thread was gone, and the silk thread inside became much thicker.

The balloon weaves the threads together like a braid.

In this way, the ball of thread continued to shrink and become thicker, and finally turned into a ring-shaped coil like a hair tie.

"almost."

The balloon bends and folds the coil in the middle, and as the kneading continues, the coil becomes half its original size and a little thicker.

Mo Ling finally understood Balloon's technique.

I didn’t expect that this “method of creating gods” would be so simple.

As the thread became thicker, the time it took for the hostility to arrive became shorter and shorter.

"Twelve hours..."

"Six hours..."

"three minutes……"

Three minutes before the world was destroyed, the balloon finally stopped.

It held the coil that destroyed the world and said calmly:

"Only three minutes left."

"In three minutes, the world will end."

The coil that could destroy the world was quietly caught in the sponge string of the balloon, as ordinary as a hair tie that can be seen everywhere.

"Don't you need to prepare?" Mo Ling looked at the coil, very worried.

"what to prepare?"

"At least this is the world you have lived in. Why don't you take another look at the beauty of this world before it is destroyed?" Mo Ling thought this was a bit too trifling.

"No need. This world will have its glorious death. This is its destiny."

"But... you may also be destroyed."

No one knows how this world will be destroyed, and whether the creatures in it can escape.

Mo Ling was even a little afraid that as an outsider, he would also be destroyed by the destruction of the world.

Still, Balloon wasn't worried at all.

"I will not be destroyed."

"why?"

"Because I don't feel any hostility, it means I am safe," it said confidently.

"But..." Mo Ling wanted to refute something, but Balloon interrupted him.

"Time is almost up, only thirty seconds left."

"Twenty seconds..."

"Ten seconds..." "Five, four, three, two, one."

The moment the balloon said "zero", the coil in its hand suddenly broke and scattered into countless pieces.

Hostility has arrived.

In the desolate universe, silk threads suddenly appeared out of thin air. They extended from all directions and led to the endless distance. They appeared in an instant and broke in an instant, as if the source and target of the hostility completely disappeared at the same time.

Mo Ling and the balloon were still floating in the air unharmed.

"Nothing happened?"

Mo Ling originally thought that the destruction of the world would be an earth-shattering event.

However, the surroundings were unexpectedly quiet.

Those occasional threads would flash for a while and then disappear.

There was no sky falling, planets shattering, or fire splashing; everything was as normal as ever.

In the desolate universe, Mo Ling and the balloon floated quietly, waiting for a long time.

"I understand." Balloon suddenly broke the silence.

"The destruction of the world is a process. After the hostility comes, it will take a long time to destroy. This world will still exist for a long time, and the time may be beyond our imagination."

"What about God? When will he come?" Mo Ling asked.

“It’s already coming.”

"Where?" Mo Ling looked around but saw nothing.

When I looked at the balloon again, it had fallen completely silent.

This went on for a long time...

"coming."

It suddenly and inexplicably said this to Mo Ling.

"What do you mean?" Mo Ling was confused.

"We are leaving this world, wish fulfilled."

"Done? Your wish is to leave this world?"

"Almost. A large part of the wish has been fulfilled."

"Ah?" Mo Ling's mind was completely confused and he had no idea what was going on.

The balloon floated slowly and circled around Mo Ling several times, as if it wanted to get a closer look at him.

"I didn't expect that I could fulfill my wish in this way."

Then, the balloon suddenly floated towards Mo Ling's head.

"Do you feel the hostility from the real world?"

"What?" Mo Ling raised his head and saw nothing.

"Look more carefully, you should be able to see it. Don't limit yourself to what's in front of you. The hostility is everywhere. You have to float to the surface to see it clearly."

"Hold on to me." The sponge string of the balloon trembled and wrapped around Mo Ling's palm.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of restraint, and Mo Ling felt as if his body was entangled by countless silk threads.

But when the balloon was pulled, Mo Ling was rescued from the silk threads.

However, those silk threads still refused to give up and continued to twist and entwine around.

Under the pull of this terrible force, Mo Ling's sponge body was completely damaged.

The sponge fragments were torn apart, and the hostile threads drilled into every hole in his body, wreaking havoc in the cracks of the sponge. Mo Ling only felt that countless greedy maggots were born in his body, gnawing frantically along his holes.

"Don't be controlled by hostility. You are the master of hostility!"

At this moment, the sound of the balloon rang again, like a thunder, penetrating into Mo Ling's body and instantly destroying all the maggots.

Easy, easier than ever before.

Mo Ling just felt light and airy, without a trace of burden.

It was just like the feeling of floating in volcanic ash when he first came into this world.

Wrapped in warm smoke, I feel strangely safe.

(End of this chapter)