I'm trapped in a cube

The ethnic group is about to start a new round of migration. The cold season is coming. At that time, the icy cold current will emerge from the cracks in the earth and pour under the eternal night. If the entire ethnic group does not migrate to a suitable place in time, the entire ethnic group will be destroyed. They will all be engulfed by the cold current.

The beast with a sensitive body had already felt the chill early. It shivered and huddled next to its mother to avoid the increasingly biting cold wind.

Soon, the migration began. The mother put it on her back and followed with difficulty behind the large army.

There are no landmarks on the wasteland of eternal night that can guide the direction. They can only rely on the memory of the old clan leader to lead the entire clan to a warmer zone.

The mother not only has to carry the food stored by the clan, but also the fragility of it.

Others of the same age as it can already move forward alone, and some can even take on some responsibilities. However, it can only lie on its mother's back and huddle up.

The cold wind made its mind go into chaos, and its body became worse. It couldn't even eat food. It was in a haze all day long, and was on the verge of falling into sleep all the time.

"Mother, mother..."

It called its mother unconsciously, but the voice was too weak. The mother was on her way and didn't even notice.

Finally, it could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep...

It had a dream, dreaming that it was running freely on the icy cold land. There was no problem with its body and it was healthy.

As it ran, waves of warmth surged out of its body, and the heat gradually made it no longer cold.

The mother in the distance looked at it happily, her eyes full of love...

"Is this true?"

It is no longer cold, and the whole body feels comfortable and warm, just like when I was a child, lying in my mother's arms...

The dream lasted for a long time until it heard its mother's call.

"Wake up quickly, hold on a little longer, wake up quickly..."

It vaguely saw its mother licking itself, and saw a warm light rising in the distance, but it could no longer open its eyes, its eyelids were as heavy as if they were pressed by stones, and its body He couldn't move either and was completely unconscious.

"Mother..." Its throat moved, but no sound came out.

Drowsiness set in, and it could no longer feel any movement.

In the darkness, there was silence, and then, the sound of the river seemed to be heard in the distance...

"Am I dead?"

Probably dead.

"If only my body were not so fragile... I would definitely live a happy life..."

After the thought occurred, it was no longer conscious.

The Yellow Spring was flowing, and thoughts of death abounded. The fragile lonely soul floated up and down in the river. After watching his life, he followed the sound of water back to the beginning of his birth and the moment when he first gained consciousness.

"I don't want to die..."

Wait...death, what is it?

The young beast was stunned for a moment, not knowing why such a strange concept appeared in his mind. It was a little scared and began to call its mother:

"Mother, mother."

"What's wrong?" Mother asked, stroking it gently.

"What is death?" It didn't know why it asked this question.

"It's something far away from you, you don't need to know." The mother answered it patiently, gradually suppressing the uneasiness in its heart.

The cub's thoughts are always fleeting, and with the comfort of its mother, it no longer thinks about those complicated issues.

"Mom, I went to play with my friends..."

"Okay, be safe." It jumped out of its mother's arms and went looking for playmates.

The young beast is the strongest among its companions. It enjoys the feeling of being worshiped by its companions. It often plays hunting games with its companions, letting the weakest companion be regarded as the "prey". His "men" swarmed up and trapped the prey in a circle.

While other companions are still unsteady when walking, it can already run.

Some companions walk unsteadily and bump into it. As long as it scares them a little, those companions will hide away in fear.

It enjoys this feeling, which is a symbol of strength. It is indulged in this unique feeling and becomes more and more addicted.

Gradually, it felt that the hunting game was too boring, and those companions were too weak, and they could not satisfy its desire for expression at all.

So it began to express itself in front of its adult companions to win the qualification for hunting.

Finally, the old patriarch saw its talent and decided to let the underage participate in collective hunting.

All the companions looked at her with envy, and the adult companions also expressed praise in their words.

Only the mother was very worried and advised it not to go hunting so early.

"What you should do now is hone your hunting skills. Hunting is dangerous and is not something you should do at your age..."

"But only in actual combat can you hone your skills faster." As it becomes more and more powerful, it no longer likes to listen to its mother. It knows that its mother is worried about it, but those worries are unnecessary.

"Don't worry about me, mother, I will be careful." it assured its mother.

Seeing that it insisted on going its own way, the mother did not continue to persuade it. She just told it not to show off when hunting and to stay with its adult companions.

It agreed, but had other ideas in mind...

The hunting began, and the members of the team quickly spread out and surrounded the prey from different directions according to the predetermined division of labor.

They need to constantly compress the space where the prey runs and consume the prey's physical strength.

Its task is to drive the prey into the encirclement. There are several other adult companions responsible for this task. It actually does not need to do anything, just stay behind and watch and fill the gaps.

But it is not satisfied with this. It began to constantly approach the prey, and at the same time remember the actions of those adult companions in mind, learning their pace and running position, and how they intimidate the prey.

These were all played in hunting games. It found that there was not much difference between real hunting and hunting games. It only needed to replace those weak companions with real prey.

"After all, they are all equally weak."

Gradually, it actually took a dominant position among the companions who drove the prey.

It is a very addictive thing to play with these weak things in the palm of your hand.

It was high above, calculating the direction of their escape, calculating when their physical strength would run out, and then rushing up to kill the exhausted prey with one blow, harvesting their lives...

When the blood sprayed on it, it felt an unprecedented pleasure, which it had never felt in hunting games.

Life succumbed to its claws, the sharp claws cut the fragile throat, the warm blood flowed down the claws to the body, and then slowly cooled and condensed into dried blood scabs.

The blood scabs were also filled with a strong smell...

That was the smell of life passing away.

The vitality of the prey reached its peak when escaping, and fell instantly when it was killed. The heart that was originally beating violently gradually stopped over time, the muscles no longer twitched, and the body became stiff.

The living individual who was "playing games" with it just now became something like sand and stone in the blink of an eye.

All this was thanks to it, it was like a god who controlled everything.

"It's wonderful..."

"Controlling life is as easy as controlling a game."