MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 113 Ya'en
The town, shrouded in thick fog, seemed to be covered by a mysterious veil, making everything appear hazy and eerie.

From a deep darkness came the mournful howls and wails of the aged, like a lament from hell.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"My beloved son! How could you just die like this!"

A short, elderly woman who looks remarkably like J. Kyle, and has the same congenital deformity of both right hands.

She was sitting on the ground, her hands trembling as she touched her face.

Her face was covered with countless tiny black holes, like a honeycomb, which was chilling and enough to make people with trypophobia collapse instantly.

She sensed the pain her son was in before his death, and her cries grew even more piercing.

These holes were not caused by external forces, but rather stemmed from a strange spiritual connection.

In many cases, among close relatives, such as parents and children, or siblings, when one is hurt, the other often feels the pain and sorrow.

For Stand users whose mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, this spiritual empathy reaches its extreme.

Within the same family, once someone awakens a Stand, their relatives along the same bloodline become extremely likely to awaken one as well.

This emotional empathy can even lead to physical injuries similar to those experienced by loved ones.

"Waaaah..." Ya'en howled like an aging mother beast, tears streaming down her face.

"My dear son! Why won't you listen to my advice and insist on fighting alone instead of coming with your mother!"

"Your Stand 'The Hanged Man' and my Stand 'Justice' together would be absolutely invincible! Why, why were you so impulsive, leaving before Mother could even arrive!"

Suddenly, in the dim candlelight, a tall, beautiful woman with brown skin walked in.

She is a Stand user named Midora, and her Stand, "The High Priestess," possesses immense power. Midora said somewhat impatiently:
"Hey! Yann, if it weren't for Lord Dio's sake, I wouldn't obey your orders. If you want to kill Joseph and the others, then hurry up and do it. I don't have time to listen to your babbling!"

Midora stroked her curvaceous body with a touch of ecstasy, a rosy fantasy blooming on her face: "Ah! Lord Dio! My Stand, the High Priestess, can't wait any longer, can't wait to kill your enemies. If I kill them, Lord Dio, how will you reward me?"

Seeing Midora's blissful expression, Granny Yan smiled coldly, her face revealing the same cruel expression as J. Kyle.

"My dear son, don't worry, I will kill them right away to avenge you. I will tear them to pieces and torture them to death!"

“My plan is foolproof. With Midora’s cooperation, they have no chance of harming me.”

"Just wait, just wait..."

"On your way to hell, my beloved son, your enemies will accompany you!"

……

The weather in the mountains is unpredictable. Just moments ago, it was pouring rain in the forest, but after we rounded a mountain and arrived at the town where we were changing our route, it was shrouded in thick fog.

As far as the eye could see, everything was a vast expanse of white, as if the entire world had been swallowed up.

"Give me five rooms." Joseph casually tossed out a few bills, took the keys, and instead of each person entering a separate room, the whole group went into the same room.

Inside the room, Polnareff looked at the yellowed sheets with disgust. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and mildew, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He was a bit of a germaphobe, but he understood at that moment that they weren't on vacation and couldn't ask for better conditions.

Having just killed his enemy, years of mental pressure instantly crumbled, and Polnareff appeared extremely relaxed. He stretched and said, "I'm going to the toilet first..."

However, as soon as he stepped into the toilet, he rushed out in horror, pointing at the toilet door and shouting, "This...this...this toilet is actually a dry toilet! Maggots are crawling everywhere in it! And the previous person's excrement is still piled up in there! What's wrong with this hotel! They don't even bother to clean!"

At this moment, the Hermit's Purple was silently spreading across the ground, enveloping the entire inn, constantly watching for any slight movement.

Joseph looked at Polnareff, who had a disgusted and repulsive expression, and comforted him, "There's nothing we can do about it. After all, it's just a small, remote town."

He looked at the group, who also seemed somewhat disgusted, and said, "Everyone, take a break. Although you have no injuries and plenty of energy after the battle, you must all be under a lot of mental stress. Take a nap to recover your energy, and I'll keep watch." At this moment, to be on guard against enemy attacks, the group didn't separate but gathered in the largest room.

Upon hearing Joseph's words, everyone immediately went to bed, and even those who couldn't sleep tried their best to close their eyes and refresh themselves.

The battle just now was too intense and frustrating. Although Fang Zheng's healing potions provided relief and I didn't expend any physical energy, the mental stress was immense.

Apart from Fang Zheng, everyone else had suffered multiple fatal attacks, and the accumulated mental pressure was unimaginable. After killing the enemies and arriving here, even a slight relaxation was enough to overwhelm them with intense mental exhaustion.

As everyone began to rest, Joseph silently closed his eyes to recuperate, observing everything around him from the perspective of his Stand, remaining vigilant against any new enemies that might appear.

"Go to sleep quickly, get some rest and leave here." He glanced out the window, looking at the pitch-black fog, and felt very uneasy.

Among Stand users, intelligence is the most important thing.

Now, Dio has somehow obtained information about their Stands, but they have no idea what abilities Dio's subordinates and hired assassins possess.

It's like playing cards. Your opponent is cheating and can clearly see every card they have, while you have absolutely no idea what their cards are. It's just too difficult to win.

The current situation is even more despairing than when I was young, fighting against the Pillars and the ultimate life form Kars.

I glanced at a corner of the room, where the square-shaped figure stood motionless.

After several battles, Joseph became increasingly amazed by the abilities the opponent was displaying. This strange blocky man was less of a stand-in and more of a game character transported to reality.

The abilities he possesses are so extraordinary that he could almost be called a god!
With Fang Zheng joining the fray, Joseph felt more confident and prepared for the upcoming battles.

"Dio! Your century-long destiny battle with the Joestar family will inevitably end in your defeat!"

"Oh right, I'll go out and take a look," Fang Zheng suddenly said. "Although I don't know if there are any enemies in this town, I can go out for a walk and see if there's anything unusual."

With a wave of his hand, several blocks were placed on the floor of the room, and a device made primarily of soul sand and water blocks, allowing ender pearls to float on top of it, was completed.

"Joseph, I'm going out for a walk. If anything happens, just let this Ender Pearl land immediately, and I'll teleport back right away," Fang Zheng said.

Joseph nodded. "Okay, go ahead. I'll keep an eye on things and bring you back immediately if anything happens."

As Fang Zheng switched to the so-called spectator mode and disappeared, Joseph stared curiously at the thing that Fang Zheng called the Ender Pearl teleportation device.

Through the perspective of the stand-in, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"Oh my god!" A suppressed exclamation rang out.

Joseph suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. A faint, mournful scream, like the wailing of countless dead souls, rang out in the Stand's detection.

He could clearly see that beneath the bubbling water cubes were screaming souls.

What on earth is this extremely evil thing? An evil sorcery that binds souls? Could it be that Fang Zheng killed all these souls?

Joseph, his face deathly pale, nearly jumped up in fright.

But then, under the detection of the stand-in, the soul that kept drifting towards the sky clearly had the same face, a strangely pixelated face.

Reflecting on Fang Zheng's behavior so far, Joseph thought for a moment and then sat back down. Although they hadn't known each other for long, he could tell that Fang Zheng wasn't some reckless and evil person.

We have no choice but to trust him.

……

Fang Zheng activated his observer mode, his body becoming like a ghost, silently and aimlessly patrolling the town.

His field of vision became extremely wide, and he could see everything around him.

(End of this chapter)