It was a very strange sensation.
Mo Ling could see the fruit growing, yet he could not sense its exact location.
It seemed to be on his body, yet it also seemed to be hanging from a branch.
The front of the branch overlapped with the "point" where he was. Clearly, only one thing could exist in one place, yet at this moment, he and that fruit were completely superimposed.
Like two sheets of paper placed together, one covering the other.
And that fruit was now "covering" him.
The fruit grew larger and larger as nutrients were delivered to it. This time, Mo Ling finally saw it clearly: the fruit was actually a Cube!
It had been a little far away before and constantly twisting, so Mo Ling could only make out its rough outline. It had merely seemed square and familiar. Only now did he realize that the fruit was shaped like a Cube.
He was now enclosed by that fruit—enclosed by a Cube. As the fruit grew larger, so did the Cube.
Mo Ling wanted to ask what the person before him was trying to do, but by now, he had long lost the ability to speak. He had completely become the fruit on that branch, unable even to sway.
As the fruit grew ever larger, Mo Ling's perspective was gradually pushed farther away. He seemed to see the fruit grow to the size of a Cube, seemed to see himself hanging from the branch, yet it all felt like a dream, beyond his normal understanding. His already overloaded mind simply could not comprehend such a transformation.
His brain kept warning him: This isn't normal.
Yet his consciousness could not respond. Mo Ling's head swelled more and more, becoming a "swollen fruit" as well.
Once the fruit had