MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 160 "Death"

Once expelled and standing in the endless void, Fang Zheng was unable to move at all.

This is completely different from the void in Minecraft, or the void after space is broken in the world of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths; it is a more indescribable form.

There is no up, no down, no direction in three-dimensional space. Even the square, pixelated body is distorted, transforming into a 'point' that seems both infinitely large and infinitely small, defying description.

Fang Zheng didn't know how long the Stand Alliance war would last, or what forms they would take in the future.

In the distant future, after the war ends, the remaining Ender Pearl teleportation device might bring Fang Zheng back here, but that will be a very long time from now.

"Then go back first."

In the void, there is no physical support to place blocks.

However, with just a casual roar, endless energy exploded in the void, expanding from a zero-dimensional point outwards to all dimensions, creating a completely new universe.

The explosion of dimensions caused the square block to fall back into three dimensions. As the universe cooled, on a rocky planet, the obsidian block was placed and ignited with a flint and steel.

The Nether portal opened, and Fang Zheng returned to the Minecraft world he had been away from for countless billions of years.

Looking at the blocky pixel clouds in the sky, Fang Zheng covered the portal behind him with bedrock and stood once again on the platform filled with Nether portals, waiting quietly.

As the sun rises and sets, the weather shifts again and again to thunderstorms, and lightning strikes the Nether portal frame time and again.

Year after year has passed.

Until 36 million years later, which is the 946.08 billionth power of a solar cycle...

boom!
During another thunderstorm, a portal frame not far away was hit, and a white light screen with spiral patterns appeared. Fang Zheng walked in.

……

After passing through the portal, Fang Zheng's vision was shrouded in darkness, a dark red hue with constantly shifting, indescribable shadows.

"This is?"

Turning around, the Nether portal had vanished, leaving only darkness. Of all the directions, only the area directly ahead showed a faint, dark red light.

The morning sunlight shone on the bed. On Saturday and Sunday, when there was no need to get up early for school, the orange-haired boy, who was sleeping in, had cold sweat on his forehead, his eyelids twitching slightly, and his eyeballs constantly moving, as if he was having some kind of nightmare.

The cube waved its arms and legs, trying to walk forward.

At the same time, the orange-haired boy who was sleeping soundly on the bed, having some kind of nightmare, began to wave his hands and feet stiffly.

This should have been a difficult position to exert force in, but the boy, who was physically fit, managed to lift his body halfway up the bed by simultaneously waving his stiff arms and legs.

As the bed was being pounded, the boy nearly fell off the bed.

Looking at the fixed coordinates in the upper left corner of his view, Fang Zheng immediately realized something: "What am I stuck on?"

Before Fang Zheng could either smash the thing blocking him or switch to spectator mode, the sounds around him made him temporarily stop.

dong dong dong...

The sound of someone stomping on the floor is rapidly approaching.

With a bang, the door was kicked open roughly, and a tall, black-haired figure in a white coat rushed in.

In the not-so-spacious room, the man smiled and, like a high jumper, effortlessly leaped more than two meters into the air, almost touching the ceiling, and even spun around two and a half times with ease.

The elbow, which had been propelled two meters forward and carried the force of the entire body's weight as it slammed into the center of the boy's stomach on the bed.

boom!
crunch...

With a muffled thud from a heavy blow to the abdomen and the bed groaning under the strain, a hearty shout rang out: "Ichigo! Get up!" "Aaaaaah!!!" Having endured a blow to the abdomen that would be fatal to an ordinary person, the orange-haired boy on the bed, Kurosaki Ichigo, suddenly opened his eyes.

As a result, Fang Zheng's eyes lit up.

"It hurts!"

The boy, waking from a nightmare, was ashen-faced, and a wave of nausea washed over him.

Suppressing his nausea, the boy nimbly rolled over and locked the culprit who attacked him in a perfect armbar, veins bulging on his face as he desperately pried the man's arm open, roaring:

"Who would use a flying elbow strike to wake their son up? You bastard!"

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts! I surrender, I surrender, Ichigo, stop breaking!"

Amidst the creaking of bones, Isshin Kurosaki, the father of young Ichigo Kurosaki, quickly surrendered.

Hearing the noise from upstairs, a girl in an apron called out from downstairs, "Really, brother, dad, stop fooling around! Hurry up and wash up and get ready for dinner!"

"Okay, coming right away." The father and son responded in unison, and the two who had been playing around finally relaxed and went downstairs.

Thump, thump, thump, the soft sound of footsteps echoed continuously, and with each step, Fang Zheng's gaze swayed slightly.

Fang Zheng could clearly see, through his narrow field of vision, a nose standing in the center, hands that were constantly waving, feet that were stepping forward in slippers, and half a body.

Just like everything a normal human being sees every moment, but usually subconsciously ignores.

Looking at the changing coordinates in the upper left corner of his view, Fang Zheng realized that he, who had just arrived here through the Nether portal, seemed to be trapped inside the boy's body.

Watching a boy get up and wash up from a first-person perspective, Fang Zheng could clearly see the boy's appearance and his free movements with the help of the bathroom mirror.

When the boy named Kurosaki Ichigo finished washing up and was yawning in the corridor, Fang Zheng tried to take a couple of steps.

Instantly, Ichigo Kurosaki's hands and feet stiffened, as if he had no joints. His knees and ankles were completely frozen, and he thumped as he walked down the corridor.

Kurosaki Isshin, standing to the side, looked at him strangely and couldn't help but ask, "Ichigo, are you doing a robot dance? When did you start thinking about this?"

Thump, thump, thump... The sound of knocking on the wall came from behind.

With his arms and legs outstretched, Ichigo Kurosaki, walking stiffly forward, bumped into the wall of the corridor. While maintaining his forward movement, his body rubbed against the wall, his posture meticulous.

"Huh?" Looking at the powder that Kurosaki Ichigo had scraped off the wall with his fingernails, Kurosaki Isshin's face darkened, and he slapped him on the head.

"What are you doing, you've scratched the wall."

"Huh?" With that slap, Ichigo Kurosaki's calm expression shifted. He clutched his head, staring at the powder scraped off his other hand, utterly bewildered. "What was I just doing?"

Fang Zheng, who had stopped walking forward, immediately realized, "Would my actions interfere with this blond guy?"

"Are you running a fever, or are you still half asleep?"

With a furrowed brow, Kurosaki Isshin reached out and touched Kurosaki Ichigo's forehead, then took his hand and looked at it. "What's wrong with you, kid? You almost broke your nail. Come on, let's put some cold compress on it first, then we'll go have breakfast."

"Huh?" Hearing his father's words, Kurosaki Ichigo finally realized what was happening and noticed a sharp pain in his finger.

He clutched his swollen, red fingers tightly and gasped.

As the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart. Among the pain sensations in the human body, the pain caused by damage to the fingertips is the most stimulating.

The pain in his hand now felt like he had slammed his fingers against a wall with his fingers straight out, without any resistance. Not only were his nails almost broken, but his finger joints were also aching.

He gasped for breath as he opened the family's medical refrigerator, placed an ice pack on his hand, and frowned deeply. "What's wrong with me?"

(End of this chapter)