MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 114 'Justice'

In spectator mode, Fang Zheng transforms into an invisible ghost, traversing every corner of the town.

He can penetrate any substance of the same texture, whether it is soil, rock or metal. Once inside, these substances become completely transparent in his field of vision, and only foreign objects within them will be clearly visible.

This ability seemed to give him eyes that could see through the world, allowing him to easily discover secrets hidden in the shadows.

In Minecraft, spectator mode was originally a "cheating" method used by players to find underground mineral veins.

He wandered through the town like a ghost, with houses, human bodies, and underground structures posing no obstacle to him.

He wandered around aimlessly, searching for anything suspicious.

After flying for a while, Fang Zheng's gaze suddenly stopped on a hidden corner on the edge of the town.

"Huh? It's an armory!" He saw some firearms and white bags in a basement.

In the house above the basement, a group of dark-skinned, curly-haired men were gambling. They looked Indian, but Fang Zheng quickly realized that a darker secret might be hidden there.

"Why are there guns here? Are those white ones drugs? Isn't this just an ordinary small town?" Fang Zheng wondered.

However, he quickly recalled the news he had read when he was human, the intelligence about border crimes.

At this moment, they are on the Singapore border, near Malaysia, a country with a rampant drug problem.

Such criminal activity is not uncommon in small towns near the border.

"So, there's a high probability of a lot of criminal activity in this town, right?" Fang Zheng thought to himself. "But I can't solve it in a short time, and I can't figure out who the real criminals are, which is troublesome."

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Zheng suddenly felt relieved. "Forget it, it's just something I can do on the spur of the moment anyway, so I'll just kill everyone I can in front of me."

He went straight into the basement, switched modes, and a black and gold sword with dragon patterns appeared in his hand. As he swung it, the blade sliced ​​through the air, making a piercing sound.

boom! ! !
The ammunition box was blown apart by the terrifying kinetic energy.

The dozen or so Indians in the house above were startled by the explosion and rushed to the basement in a panic.

"What! That explosion? Was it the ammunition depot that went up?" the Indians gambling upstairs exclaimed. They swarmed downstairs, grabbing fire extinguishers. "Quick, quick, put out the fire! Rescue all the goods! Move them quickly, or we'll be spotted!"

boom!
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. The sword in Fang Zheng's hand, seemingly like a toy, possessed terrifying power. With a light swing, an Indian man was smashed in two from head to toe, his flesh and blood flying everywhere.

boom! boom! boom!
With a few swings, limbs and severed parts flew everywhere, and no one could survive.

Seeing this bloody and horrific scene, Fang Zheng suddenly laughed.

His values, originally derived from the uprightness of human memory, remained unchanged, but unknowingly, his experiences in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths seemed to begin to change him.

He became decisive, stopped hesitating, and did what he wanted to do.

"It stems from the squareness of human memory, which allows me to maintain a kind of inertia in my actions."

"The 'answers' I keep giving out are also fixed options. When the information from the outside world becomes too monotonous, I will gradually stagnate."

"And now, as I experience more and more events, the 'answers' I keep coming out seem to be constantly changing."

"Perhaps, one day, as I experience more and more events, the inertia of the 'answers' I give will either stop or continue forever." He smiled slightly, turned around, and prepared to leave.

However, just as he was about to leave, he saw wisps of the thick fog seeping into the basement, into the shattered corpses. Those corpses, as if from a zombie movie, began to writhe and crawl towards the door.

"what is this?"

"They've come back to life? No, they've turned into zombies?"

……

In the center of the town, Joseph and his group had just fallen into a light sleep, while Joseph remained vigilant, using his Stand to observe everything around him, guarding against any possible attacks.

"Hmm? There's a smell of blood!" Joseph suddenly opened his eyes, pulled back the curtains, and looked outside.

In the thick fog where one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, figures were gradually approaching the hotel, followed by cries of extreme terror, screams, and wails.

"Help……"

"God! Save us..."

"Mother……"

Without needing to be called, Jotaro Kujo and the others, who had fallen into a light sleep, immediately woke up and went to the window to look at the situation outside.

"What exactly happened?" Jotaro Kujo asked, frowning.

"Hmm!" Jotaro Kujo suddenly frowned, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "Bastard!"

Platinum Star's superhuman eyesight allowed him to barely make out a relatively clear scene through the thick fog.

Those were the residents of the town! They were wailing and screaming, their faces filled with terror as they held kitchen knives, wooden sticks, torches, gasoline, bricks, and a few even had guns.

They seemed to be controlled by some force, and in a distorted manner, they surrounded the hotel.

When Jotaro Kujo and his companions entered the town, the ground was relatively clean, but now, at some point, the concrete surface has been covered with small, sharp gravel spikes.

These residents walked barefoot on the spiked ground, their feet pierced and bleeding, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

The overwhelming fear and the excruciating pain from the bloody mess on their feet caused them to scream and wail in agony, plunging them into despair.

The terrifying scene, resembling a supernatural event, brought everyone's spirits to the brink of collapse.

In the shadows, at the edge of the incredibly crowded throng, Yann and Midora, camouflaged by mist, endured the excruciating pain in their feet, knives in their hands, all controlled by the Stand "Justice," like puppets, relentlessly approaching the hotel where Joseph and the others were temporarily resting.

Yaon revealed a cruel sneer: "Joseph, Jotaro Kujo, Polnareff... Come on, try and see if you can survive the attack of my Stand 'Justice'!"

"Perhaps you can try to become evil, harden your heart, and kill all these innocent people who stand in your way! But even if they are killed, they will not stop their activities, and their corpses will still rise up to kill you!"

"You can choose to run away, but if you choose to run away, I will kill all of these people, more than 1200 people, one by one, using the most cruel methods! Right in front of you, let the blood of these innocent people stain your fleeing steps!"

"Stands are made of spiritual energy and life energy. Once your spirit is severely damaged, even your Stand will become extremely weak and may not be able to be summoned."

"Come on! Come on! Make your choice!" Yann's voice echoed through the thick fog. "Choose your 'justice'!"

(End of this chapter)