Accepting Death

"Death will take you to the next level?"

Upon hearing that, Mo Ling's first reaction was doubt.

But just then, something Martin had once told him surfaced from his memories...

"Accept death."

"Accept death?"

Those four simple words were the "spoiler" Martin had given Mo Ling.

Was this what he had meant?

But why did he have to accept death to reach the next level? Was there no other way?

The sealed room still reeked of disinfectant. Its low dome felt oppressive, while Old Ping, fully armed, cleaned the table like an emotionless "corpse collector."

If someone died, they truly died.

There was no way to verify whether it was true. Even if it was false, no one would protest. Those who had drunk the liquids in this room had long since become piles of sludge. No one knew whether they had truly reached the next level.

As Mo Ling wrestled with his thoughts, Old Ping raised his head again.

"I've finished cleaning up. You can start mixing them now..." He left those words lightly and prepared to walk out.

Mo Ling hurriedly stopped him.

"What's wrong? Can't you drink these liquids? That's fine too. Pouring them over yourself has the same effect." Old Ping looked at the Cube blocking his way and explained calmly.

His expression did not seem deceitful, but Mo Ling could not be sure whether Old Ping had also been kept in the dark, whether he too had been fooled by the lie that "death can take you to the next level."

This was something that could not be proven. Only trying it personally could yield an answer, but the cost of trying was far too great...

"How was this place discovered? How did people back then prove that death could take them to the next