Beginning of Death

Mo Ling felt as if he had sunk into a boundless ocean.

The sea was black, and it smelled of cola everywhere.

After drinking that Black Liquid, his consciousness had gradually sunk, falling onto the metal floor.

It felt as though he had been falling continuously, with the Cube wrapped around him as it descended.

Bubbles filled the sea, brushing past Mo Ling's body and rolling upward. He could feel them caressing his skin. Some burst on the surface with soft popping sounds, while others rolled gently over him like feathers brushing against his skin, making him itch.

Why could he still feel those bubbles when he was clearly wrapped inside the Cube?

Mo Ling was puzzled, but the moment he began to think, the icy seawater washed his thoughts away.

Black currents carried him drifting aimlessly. There was only the sound of bubbles and seawater around him, utterly tranquil. Mo Ling hovered between sleep and wakefulness, enjoying this long-lost peace.

But suddenly, he felt a piercing chill that made his hair stand on end.

Something seemed to be hidden in that deep sea. It was watching Mo Ling, watching everything drifting through the black ocean.

Mo Ling stared intently into the depths, as if some monster might burst out at any moment. Yet after watching for a long time, everything below remained silent. That terrifying presence was still lying in wait, continuing to hide.

Just as the standoff continued, Mo Ling suddenly heard a rhythmic sound of water flowing around him, like a fish joyfully swaying through the water.

Mo Ling quickly looked over and discovered that it really was a fish.

Only, the fish looked rather strange...

It had actually been made of machinery. The pair of nimble mechanical eyes in its head slowly turned, curiously observing its