I'm trapped in a cube

The fire actually didn't quite understand its owner, Prometheus.

After it was handed over to humans, Prometheus left.

Humans lit the first spark, raised the first fire, witnessed the arrival of light for the first time, and felt the temperature of the flame for the first time, all of which were taught by the fire.

Those young humans gathered in a circle in the cave, trembling as they watched the flames burn more and more vigorously. They wanted to touch them, but were frightened by the temperature of the flames and fled in fear.

After that, they gradually mastered the distance from the flames, how to prevent fires, what things can be used to burn, what can't, what can be used to increase the flames, and what can be used to extinguish the flames.

From fearing flames, to facing flames, to accepting flames, and relying on flames, the fire has always stayed by the side of humans, guiding them and assisting them.

It can be said that it was the fire that led humans on the road of civilization of "burning everything".

Leaves, burned once, burned away.

Soil, burned once, became hard.

Water, burned once, the fire went out, and the water was gone.

Stones, used to burn, are useless.

Food, used to burn, delicious.

Sleeping companions, used to burn, dead...

Playing with fire has become an instinct engraved in human genes. Curiosity drives them to burn everything with flames. They gradually understand what can be burned and what cannot be burned, and gradually burn their own civilization.

In this process, Prometheus has never been there.

"I am guiding them..."

The fire has been supervising humans and preventing them from taking the wrong path.

It resolutely executes Prometheus's orders and prevents the approach of darkness.

Under its guidance, humans have invented various lighting tools. The whole world is brightly lit by the light sources made by humans. Darkness is gradually excluded and can no longer enter human society.

The nocturnal gene of humans gradually disappears. Every night, they will turn on the lights to dispel the darkness.

The fire thinks that this is all its credit.

However, humans still praise Prometheus, and only mention him in a few words.

Prometheus never took care of humans again.

The fire felt that if it hadn't been there, humans would have returned to darkness long ago, and the current human civilization was all made possible by his efforts.

"I deserve more praise from humans than he does."

However, now that human culture has taken shape, the fire is unwilling to interfere.

So, it intends to let the dark races who have gained light praise him.

The fire imagined that after it transformed this place into "a piece of light", the dark races who were heading for light would write it into myths and poems, and describe it in the most beautiful language...

"They will definitely understand me."

Darkness is a very fragile thing. The more light it gets, the weaker it becomes.

The dark races are also very fragile creatures. With just a slight burn, they can become what the fire wants.

But now, it has encountered a darkness that cannot be illuminated.

The darkness is like a maggot on its tarsal bone, and it can't get rid of it.

Although it has used all its strength, it can't make the darkness brighter. Instead, it is constantly being swallowed by the spreading darkness.

"What on earth is this?"

Unable to break free, the fire could only use all its strength to open a hole and burn forward.

However, it encountered a black spear, blocking its way.

Holding the spear was the dark race that it had always looked down upon.

Ugly hair, sharp claws, and a wild tail and heart... But under those dense blood vessels, there seemed to be something else.

"A... cube?"

The fire could no longer see clearly, its vision was completely swallowed by the black spots, and the black spear tip was getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to collide with its own fire.

Time seemed to have stopped, and the fire seemed to see the spear slowly rotating...

"Prometheus, heinous!"

"Heinous!"

Some strange sounds came from the spear.

Prometheus is heinous?

This was the first time that the fire heard such an evaluation.

In the past, it had only heard praise and admiration.

However, Prometheus was indeed a heinous crime to it. He threw it into human society and left it alone, and took away all the credit for benefiting mankind...

"Yes, he was a heinous crime."

It echoed.

"I didn't expect that the one who understood me was a spear."

Humans didn't understand it, and the dark race didn't understand it either.

Only a spear understood it.

The fire was relieved, and it withdrew its surging power and let the tip of the spear pierce the flames.

The wanton burning flames suddenly weakened, and the spear that condensed the power of shadows easily tore through the barrier of the flames.

The flames were instantly disturbed, and the black spots took this opportunity to spread in the flames, eroding everywhere, and the light suddenly dimmed.

As the flames wrapped around the spear, the sound that the fire heard became clearer and clearer...

"What punishment did that bad guy receive?"

"Which bad guy?"

"Prometheus."

"Oh, him... He was taken to a mountain range, tied to a steep cliff with an iron chain that could never be broken, so that he could never fall asleep, and his tired knees could not bend. A diamond nail was nailed to his chest, and a vulture pecked at his liver."

"It doesn't seem very severe. He didn't die... I think the punishment could be more imaginative."

"What kind?"

"Well... You can use the smoothing rule to turn him into a ball first, then use the immortal rule to make him unable to die, then use the hole rule to make holes in his body, and then use the diffusion rule to double his pain, and then use the redundancy rule to keep all the pain, and finally, use the repetition rule to repeat this process over and over again, so that the pain continues to stack..."

"What will it look like in the end?" the voice asked curiously.

"It will become a black hole of pain. Because the pain is too dense, it will form a black hole. This black hole will spontaneously absorb all the pain around it, and then it will become more and more painful, and the absorption range will become larger and larger, until it absorbs all the pain in the world and makes him bear it alone."

"So powerful?"

"Of course."

"Anything else?"

"Yes..."

...

Listening to the conversation from the spear, the fire suddenly felt relieved.

Unexpectedly, when the flame was about to be swallowed by darkness, it could hear such an interesting thing.

In the past, because it burned too vigorously, the fire had never heard those tiny voices.

It thought about the fate of civilization, the struggle between darkness and light, the guidance of religion to culture, rationality and wildness...

It thought about those grand "flames".

And the ashes under the flames, it never thought about...