I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 812: Scattered Will

"The hole I created spread into eternal night?"

Mo Ling suddenly realized that he seemed to have contributed to something big happening again.

This scene happened extremely naturally. The teleportation easily broke the chaos, and the hole left behind naturally extended into the distance, creating endless darkness...

After seeing the expansion of darkness with his own eyes, Mo Ling also began to understand Jingtian a little better.

"The consciousness of the dark race is actually the consciousness of darkness."

However, as the darkness spread, a gap appeared between consciousnesses.

These barriers lead to the emergence of “individuals”.

Only the Quiet Night Tribe still maintains its connection with the darkness. They are a group of "conservatives" who guard the last shadow and prevent the dark consciousness from completely dissipating.

But this is ultimately a dying struggle. The darkness will continue to expand with time and space, and the division will become more and more serious. By then, the gathering of consciousness will completely dissipate, and the dark race will completely become completely independent individuals.

Everything the Quiet Night Tribe does will ultimately be in vain.

They themselves understand that the darkness is becoming weaker and weaker, and more and more fragmented. The consciousness that was once cohesive no longer exists. Therefore, they have to desperately help the darkness, fulfill the will of the darkness, and achieve their mission before the common consciousness completely dissipates.

But what exactly is this mission?

Mo Ling looked towards the edge of the void. The dense chaos was pushed towards the periphery by time and space, and was pushed further and further away...

But Mo Ling had a feeling that as long as he left here, the void would disappear, and chaos would re-compress time and space, allowing everything to return to its original point.

Just like the collapse of the universe after the Big Bang reached its limit, the time and darkness after expansion shrank back to a small singularity, returning to the chaotic moment, and everything will be completely annihilated.

"Is all this related to me?"

"It is because of my coming here that Chaos has become the known world."

"After I leave, the world will collapse into chaos again?"

An absurd guess came to Mo Ling's mind, which reminded him of the dark "riddle" that Han Qin had once told him.

……

“This world is like a curtain. Only when the curtain is drawn will the things inside start to work. The reason why this world is chaotic is that the audience has not arrived yet, so the curtain cannot be drawn.”

“Only when the audience arrives will the time and space behind the curtain begin to function, and the actors and props inside will begin to perform.”

"When the audience leaves, the curtain will fall again, time and space will stagnate again, and the actors and props inside will be frozen again, falling into a dead silence and chaos..."

Thinking back to the riddle, Mo Ling suddenly realized something.

"Am I a spectator?"

Or……

"Is there someone else in the audience?!"

Being in this hazy curtain, Mo Ling suddenly felt like a thorn in his back.

It seemed as if countless gazes were passing through the dark night sky, falling on him, examining everything on the stage through the hole created by the block.

Those gazes could penetrate everything, just like his vision, penetrating the ground, penetrating the flesh, penetrating consciousness, penetrating darkness... and even penetrating the thick chaos.

They are beings above chaos, observing the world through some kind of carrier. When they touch this world, time and space begin to operate, presenting everything on the stage to them.

When their gazes turned away, time and space collapsed into chaos. Everything ceased to exist. Everything stopped moving and became motionless props under the curtain. There was dead silence...

After Mo Ling realized this, he suddenly felt suffocated.

After he felt suffocated, he discovered that the being on the dome seemed to be holding its breath as well, as if it was acting like him...

"Is this an illusion?" After Mo Ling figured out the dark riddle, everything around him seemed to have changed.

Whether it was the barren land or those walking dark lives, they all turned into moving scenes and props, and an indescribable sense of incongruity appeared in his heart.

Feeling unprecedented pressure, Mo Ling couldn't help but cover his chest. At the same time, he felt that his movements were inexplicably awkward, as if he was controlling a strange puppet.

All kinds of distracting thoughts flooded into Mo Ling's mind, and his thoughts became confused.

There were strange sounds coming from the darkness. He seemed to hear fingertips tapping on the glass, the mouse wheel sliding gently, the keyboard clicking, and someone sighing helplessly beside him...

However, just when he felt as if he was about to leave this world, something cold hugged him.

Mo Ling's messy thoughts were immediately cleared. He could no longer feel those omnipresent gazes, nor did he feel those sense of disobedience. He was reunited with the world again.

"who is it?"

"don’t worry."

A familiar voice came over, it was...Han Qi.

He was standing on the barren land, hugging Mo Ling, and the icy cool breath came from him.

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"Why are you here?" Mo Ling asked subconsciously.

Seeing that Mo Ling had freed himself from that strange state, Han Qi slowly let go of Mo Ling and retreated in front of him.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that Han Qi looked a little strange.

His hair was constantly flickering, like a vague phantom, sometimes becoming regular, sometimes becoming messy, sometimes becoming long, sometimes becoming short, and sometimes even having strange curves.

Not only that, other parts of his body were also shaking strangely, as if there were multiple figures overlapping on him.

Standing on this desolate land, his body was blurry, and the edges of his body blended with the surrounding darkness from time to time, and then returned to normal in an instant. Mo Ling even wondered if there was something wrong with his senses, which caused such an "illusion".

"What’s wrong with you?"

Mo Ling stretched out his hand and curiously reached out to grab Han Qi, but he dodged it nimbly, leaving a strange afterimage in its place.

"Don't touch me yet." He said lightly.

"Why?" Mo Ling asked puzzledly. Han Qi had just taken the initiative to hug him, so why didn't he let him touch him now?

Han Qi did not answer, but took out a ball of shadow from his hair and threw it at Mo Ling.

When Mo Ling took a look, it turned out to be his damaged shadow weapon.

"Why is it on you? Where's the idiot?"

Mo Ling looked around but didn't see the idiot.

Then, Mo Ling was stunned.

Because he felt that his connection with the shadow weapon was restored.

"It's fixed?"

He looked at the shadow on his body in shock.

As his mind moved, the shadow quickly transformed into a terrifying spear, condensing deep darkness and pointing at the earth.

Clang!
The tip of the gun scraped across the ground, making a sharp sound and causing a cloud of dust to fly up.

A dark afterimage was left where the spear swept, just like a thick stroke of ink was painted in the darkness, ripples were rippling in the ink stroke, and the residual force caused the air to distort.

At the same time, the mysterious patterns on the gun were rotating slightly, and there seemed to be voices of conversation coming from inside...

(End of this chapter)