I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 806: Madman and Idiot

"Where are you from?"

"The darkness guided me here!"

"..."

He was stunned by what this fellow tribesman said.

"You are from the Quiet Night tribe, right?"

He immediately guessed that this was a lunatic from the Jingye tribe, and the fact was just as he thought. This fellow tribesman who drifted here directly admitted that he was from the Jingye tribe.

"Where are you from?" he continued to ask.

"Follow the guidance of the darkness! Pass through the layers of illusions! Drift across the pure white sea!"

"I understand……"

Realizing that there was no way he could communicate with this madman, he gave up, pulled him ashore, and stopped caring about him.

After the madman came ashore, he began to wander around on the stone brick platform he built. He also ran to the pyramid to look out, but no one paid any attention to him until he made food with slime mold. Then the madman came to him again.

"hungry?"

"hungry."

By this time, the madman had become normal.

He still couldn't bear to watch his fellow people starve, especially a lunatic who seemed to have no ability to take care of himself, so he shared the food slime mold he had prepared with the madman.

The madman took the slime mold ball, raised it directly above his head and crushed it, letting the juice spill onto his heart.

The blood vessels were absorbing juice frantically and the food was quickly eaten up. It looked like the baby had been hungry for a long time.

After eating, the madman just sat there in a daze and started muttering some strange words.

"Darkness is not here, only idiots are here..."

"Who is the fool?"

"you."

"..."

He was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect that after sharing the food, he would be called a fool.

He was immediately a little unconvinced, and quickly asked back: "Why am I a fool?"

"You came here, knowing nothing, built a platform, erected a temple, and saved me. Everything was done according to the prescribed instructions. You thought it was all your own idea, but you don't know why you did this. If not a fool, what are you?" the madman asked.

"I..." He was about to retort, but suddenly realized that what the madman said seemed to be right. He really didn't know why he did this.

"You keep asking me where I came from. Do you know where you came from?"

"I don't know..." He tried to recall his experiences before drifting, but he couldn't remember it at all. It seemed that the beginning of his memory was on that white sea.

"Do you know why you put the bricks together?"

"Because I'm afraid of falling... and it's convenient for collecting food..."

As he was talking, he realized that his reason seemed a bit far-fetched. It seemed that he didn't need to make these bricks into a platform. Then why did he suddenly think of building a platform at that time?

"How did you learn how to cook food?" the madman continued to ask.

"I……"

He couldn't remember it. It seemed like he had learned that method suddenly. It suddenly appeared in his mind when he was about to starve to death.

He mastered the method naturally, and even when he performed it for the first time, he felt extremely familiar with it.

"Also, why did you build that temple?" The madman pointed at the pyramid not far away and continued to ask.

"Because... I'm bored?"

Under the madman's repeated questioning, he began to doubt his own behavior. Looking at the pyramid built neatly with stone bricks, he suddenly felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

"Did I really build that? Why did I build it in this shape?"

His mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know how to answer the madman's question.

"You don't know anything, and you still say you're not a fool?"

"So I am... a fool?"

"You don't even know your own name?"

"No, I know. My name is..."

What is my name?
He suddenly froze, as if he knew nothing about his past. His name, identity, origin...he had completely forgotten everything.

"I floated here from a slime mold. After arriving here, I saw a mess of stone bricks. I built a platform, a temple, and saved a madman. I, I..."

He stammered as he spoke of his experiences, trying to sort out the logic of his behavior during this period, trying to follow the clues and find his memories before drifting, but it was all in vain.

His memory was stuck at the moment of drifting, with only pure white...

"Stupid, do you understand?"

"I don't know."

"It's okay not to understand. If you understood, you wouldn't be a fool."

"Then who am I?"

"How should I know? You're asking a lunatic for his opinion?"

"..."

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He froze, speechless.

While he was in a daze, the madman took the food from his hand and ate it all...

After a long time, he gradually came back to his senses. Looking at his empty hands, he was confused again.

"Where's my food?"

"I remember I just finished it, didn't I?"

"Memory problems again?"

"Am I really a fool like he said?"

He walked to the shore in confusion and began to collect slime molds to make food.

First, use some broken bricks to put the slime mold on the platform and spread it out flat. Then find another brick and hit it hard until the slime mold loses its stickiness and becomes a hard ball...

He picked up the dumpling somewhat awkwardly, crushed it on top of his head, and let the liquid flow onto his heart.

The taste is both strange and familiar.

He seemed to have tasted it many times, but also seemed to have never felt it at all.

Recalling his actions in making the food just now, he found that it was as if he had known the method and steps from the beginning to the end. He was extremely familiar with it since the first time he made food. Every time was exactly the same, with no improvement or change.

"Will I always do?"

"But why did I only remember it when I got here?"

Feeling the taste of the food, he was stunned again and fell into deep thought.

It was not until the madman patted his shoulder that he was temporarily freed from his confusion.

"Don't think about it, idiot. You can't figure it out."

"I'm almost figuring it out."

"No, if you can't figure it out, you will always be in the state of 'about to figure it out'."

"What... happened to me?" He looked at his hands and asked puzzledly.

"You were also guided by the darkness. It was the darkness that told you to do those things. It's just that you can't feel the darkness, so you feel that those thoughts appear inexplicably and you don't know what you are doing. You... are too stupid and too far away from the darkness, so this is the case." The madman explained seriously.

"Did the darkness really make me do this?" he asked in disbelief.

"Is there anything else here?"

"But didn't you say that darkness wasn't here either..."

“Although the darkness is not here, we are also part of the darkness and will definitely be affected by it.”

“Why should it affect me?”

"Then you have to ask it yourself. I don't know either. I was guided here and I don't even understand my mission."

"But how can I ask it..."

He was confused again. He couldn't even feel the existence of darkness, so how could he ask the darkness?

"If you can't ask, don't ask. Just follow the instructions of the darkness." The madman comforted him, "It's the same whether you ask or not. It's the same whether you think or not..."

"If you give up thinking, you won't be confused. It's good to be a fool."

(End of this chapter)