Mo Ling realized that he had never truly calmed down and carefully observed this world.
Ever since gaining this vision that could dissect everything, he had been constantly running from place to place.
He had fled from the Abyss's entrance into the distance, then escaped from one level all the way to the Abyss Bottom.
From the moment he gained this ability, everything around him had been far too chaotic, forcing him to resolve crises and fight his way out alive.
Anxiety and confusion had always accompanied him, whether when he was still human or after he became a Cube.
Everything brought by the Abyss had made him increasingly focused on the "present."
In truth, Mo Ling could see far more than just the "present."
He could see many things that others could not.
When a child ran past him holding a pinwheel, he could see the frail bones trembling. The not-yet-fully-developed body bounced and skipped, tugging at its few muscles. Human childhood was so fragile.
Yet that tiny body also contained tremendous energy. It was precisely because it endured enough hardship while "fragile" that it would become tougher after growing up.
People were like steel.
As the light body ran past, Mo Ling could see the traces of the airflow. Gas molecules were compressed and spread outward, sweeping over the pinwheel and setting it spinning. Beautiful rivers of gas flowed from the edges of its four blades, drifting into the distance before gradually dissipating.
All movement in existence had its principles. Under the effects of various relative forces, everything followed predetermined curves of fate.
Time was the same.
As the child ran, Mo Ling saw the flowers in the distance gradually fall away, leaving only bare branches.
Winter had arrived.
Cold winds began to howl through the square. The