I'm trapped in a cube

The alternation of life and death is vividly displayed on the flying butterfly.

The most brilliant moment of life is exactly the moment of death.

Mo Ling was still a little unsure at first, but after teleporting several entropy worms into the cube, he finally confirmed that the "resurrection posture" of the entropy worms was the manifestation of "death".

When alive, they were like glass crafts, flapping their wings mechanically, and only before death did they show the characteristics of life, disappearing like a meteor.

Or maybe, those entropy worms did not really die, they just returned to a certain state, returned to a certain place...

Mo Ling looked at the falling meteors, and his worries dissipated a lot.

At least now, his teleportation is effective, and those entropy worms will indeed be "killed" by teleportation.

In this case, he can show his skills...

The orbit of life is still running slowly, and there are countless entropy worms attached to the vine, and Mo Ling has no time to think so much.

Focusing again, the eyes in the palm of his hand once again followed the disordered turbulence to capture the position of the entropy worm.

"Teleport, teleport, teleport..."

Many flying butterflies appeared in the cube. They had no body, only wings. Every flap would bring chaotic fluctuations. It was a breath that made everything return to chaos.

Things that were contaminated by that breath would slowly "loosen" the forces between molecules, and the connection between all things would be torn apart by the passing time. Activity faded, death rose, and broken molecules would escape into the surrounding space, continue to decompose, disperse, balance, and evenly distribute to every position.

When chaos reaches its extreme, it is another kind of balance and stability.

Falling meteors flashed in the metal space, and those "dead" entropy worms stayed at the most extreme shining moment of life, swept through the chaotic dust wind, disturbed the entropy of reality, and finally disappeared in an arbitrary moment.

Mo Ling held the soft eyes and stood in the completely chaotic hurricane. He actually achieved a clever balance. Chaos restrained each other and disorder collided with each other, but in the eye of the typhoon, it was calm.

The butterfly landed on Mo Ling's shoulder and then disappeared in a flash. The beautiful flash shone through the broken glass and onto the metal. The crisp sound of the falling echoed all around, blending into a broken song.

A meteor streaked across Mo Ling's hair, and the turbulence gently blew her hair up.

Mo Ling had already closed his eyes. He put his whole body and soul into the jelly in his palm, using his clear vision to capture those invisible fluctuations. One by one, the entropy worms were silently caught in the cube, and then turned into broken meteors and fell into the unknown.

Unconsciously, the speed of transmission became faster and faster.

The invisible gap flashed by the orbit of life from time to time, and even the weak little animals realized that something was wrong.

They felt that the life of the vine seemed to be gradually reviving.

As the number of entropy worms became fewer and fewer, the dry body of the vine began to slowly swell, and the boundary between life and death seemed to be completely broken, and two overlapping states appeared simultaneously on the orbit of life.

While still emitting debris, it was rejuvenated.

When the unkillable entropy worm was killed, the time that could not be reversed was actually reversing.

The traces of entropy increase on the vines were disappearing, and disorder was reversing back to order. It seemed that something outside the system was interfering with this long-established fact, allowing the broken molecules to recondense and the lost life to return.

The small animals looked at the invisible holes that kept appearing in surprise. The smooth cuts cut through the snow of debris, separated the tight connection between the entropy worm and the vine, and tore open the rules that had already solidified.

"It's waking up."

"It's not waking up, it's sleeping more and more shallowly."

"It's regressing to a state where it hasn't fallen asleep yet."

The small animals that followed the orbit suddenly felt that their connection with the vines was slowly recovering.

This is not a "repair", but a thorough restoration.

Restored to a state that has never happened.

When the entropy worms disappeared one by one, the entropy increases that had occurred were also being completely "erased".

The entropy worms never existed, so the entropy increase naturally never happened.

The time on the vine is slowly flowing backwards, and the body is also recovering order, and the traces of resisting entropy increase are gradually disappearing.

Every time an entropy worm is destroyed, one trace on its body will be reduced.

Every time a trace disappears, its life returns a little.

Although the small animals cannot feel the entropy worms, they can feel the life of the vines, and the emotional bonds built with "requests" and "promises" are constantly recovering.

The vision becomes clearer and clearer, and the eyes they give to the vines are also returning to their original appearance.

The shriveled eyeballs swell up again, looking into the distance expectantly.

The vine tendrils that had long been stagnant also shook slightly...

At this time, on the other side.

The black vine tendrils caught by the shadow seemed to suddenly feel something, and instantly broke free from the shadow's restraints and flew towards the center of the abyss.

"Don't run!" The shadow shouted while chasing after it.

Two shadows moved swiftly in the pure white debris. The black shadow could not catch the flexible tendrils no matter how hard he tried. They chased and fled and came to the track.

After arriving here, the black shadow also felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Cube-shaped holes would appear from time to time around it, and it always felt familiar when looking at these holes.

After the black vine came here, it suddenly became quiet and stopped running, allowing the black shadow to catch it in its hand.

"Why did you run here?" The black shadow asked the vine in his hand.

"The light appeared." The vine replied indifferently.

"Light? Where is the light?"

"The light is back on, as if it had never dimmed."

The black vine in his hand was squirming and saying some inexplicable words.

The black shadow was a little confused. It didn't see anything, but only saw cube-shaped holes appearing one after another, cutting up the scattered debris.

"Speak clearly, don't tell riddles." The black shadow shook the vine in his hand.

The vine was very obedient and immediately explained the current situation to the black shadow: "The vine is resurrecting, and the light is back."

"Resurrection? Why is it resurrected?"

The black shadow looked at the holes and suddenly remembered something.

Was it the cube that did it?

But isn't the cube still on the other side?

What it doesn't know is that although the cube is still there, the limit-breaking vision has covered the entire abyss and landed on the entire track network.

The teleportation is becoming more and more proficient. The holes that suddenly appear are like a precise scalpel, accurately peeling off the entropy worms attached to the vines...