MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 161 The Suit?

Feeling the waves of sharp pain in his hand, Ichigo Kurosaki frowned, his face looking rather grim.

He looked around, as if searching for something.

He was somewhat suspicious. "Could it be that some troublesome spirit has possessed me?"

From a young age, Ichigo Kurosaki has been able to see spirits, which are commonly known as ghosts.

As Ichigo Kurosaki grew older, the ghosts he could see became clearer and clearer.

As for spirits, in Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes, they are like cats and dogs, and he tries to ignore them as much as possible when possible.

Those spirits that wander the streets, wandering aimlessly, are generally harmless to ordinary people.

However, sometimes, due to obsessions from their previous life, these spirits may haunt certain people and constantly try to harass them. Ordinary people, who do not have spiritual vision, generally cannot detect such harassment. At most, they may only cause these people to have a few nightmares, after which these spirits will disappear on their own.

Kurosaki Ichigo would only step in to drive away spirits when someone he knew was being harassed, and sometimes when he couldn't stand it anymore. He rarely paid attention to these spirits otherwise.

Because these spirits, who are utterly bored after death, often become extremely excited when they discover someone like Ichigo Kurosaki who can see them and talk to them.

Once they've made eye contact and realize that the person can see them, they'll cling to them.

They kept trying to get him to help them pass on some information to their deceased family members, or even just because they were bored, they would pester him and want to chat with him.

There are also some perverts who like to take advantage of their spiritual status to go around spying on living people taking baths.

Often, without realizing it, he would bring a whole host of spirits, big and small, into his home.

Most of the time, these spirits are harmless; however, evil spirits also exist, and a very small number of evil spirits are able to effectively interfere with matter.

A few years ago, Ichigo Kurosaki encountered a really nasty jerk who would wait at traffic lights and briefly bend over to trip adults or even push children into traffic.

This kind of guy who can control his own body is probably no ordinary person!

With a cold expression, Ichigo Kurosaki glanced around, finding no trace of anything amiss. He clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "You bastard! Get out here right now!"

After a moment of no response, Ichigo Kurosaki turned and walked towards the living room. Since things had come to this, he might as well eat first.

No matter what evil spirit is haunting you, you still need to eat.

At the dinner table, Yuuko Kurosaki looked at Ichigo Kurosaki's bandaged hand with a worried expression. "Brother, how did you get your hand injured? Did you get into a fight again? Are you alright?"

Ichigo Kurosaki smiled. "Yuuki, it's nothing, I just accidentally broke my fingernail."

After finishing his meal, worried that evil spirits might still be hiding somewhere in the house, Ichigo Kurosaki didn't go out to beat up the thugs as planned. Instead, he stayed in his room, looking rather troubled.

Even with his hands wrapped in bandages, he fiercely swung his fists, making the air whistle.

Unable to find the evil spirit, he could only utter harsh words: "You damned, no, you dead bastard, hurry up and become a Buddha! If you don't, I'll catch you and give you a good beating!"

"Eek! How scary!"

A faint sound came from under the bed. Kurosaki Ichigo's ears twitched, and with a fierce expression, he lifted the bed sheet. There he saw a fat man with a transparent body, his butt sticking out, hiding under his bed.

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Kurosaki Ichigo kicked the old man in the butt.

Having a psychic ability, he can not only see spirits, but also touch them to some extent.

Although hitting it feels as light and effortless as popping a balloon, you can still make contact.

He kicked the ghost a few times viciously, then grabbed the old man's ghost by the collar and dragged him out, slapping his fat face hard several times.

"You bastard, you were the funeral home owner at the intersection last week, weren't you? No wonder I've been having nightmares these past few days."

"You actually dared to try to possess me?"

Kurosaki Ichigo glared at the fat man with a ferocious expression: "You bastard, you've been following me and hiding in my house for days now, haven't you? Get out of here! If you don't get out, I'll beat you up. I'll beat you up every time I see you! I'll beat you up twice if I see you twice! I'll beat you up until you leave!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't hit me!" The uncle ghost was dazed from being slapped several times, and his semi-transparent face was already swollen.

He waved his hands repeatedly, his swollen face showing a wronged expression. "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I was just hiding in your house to escape evil spirits. You can blame me for having nightmares, but I really didn't try to possess you! I'll leave right away!"

"Avoiding evil spirits?" Ichigo Kurosaki's expression shifted. "You say you're avoiding evil spirits? Wasn't it you who possessed me this morning and made me run into the wall?"

"No, no," the fat uncle's ghost hurriedly waved his hands, his face showing grievance. "Are you sure you're not just half asleep? I clearly didn't feel any evil spirits coming in!"

"If there were evil spirits nearby, I should feel terrified."

"Is that so..." Ichigo Kurosaki frowned, carefully examining the room once more. "If it's not you, then who is it?"

"You, Kurosaki Ichigo, do you think I'm a demon?" Suddenly, the fat old man ghost heard the words coming from Kurosaki Ichigo's mouth.

"Huh?" Stunned as his perspective shifted upwards, the fat ghost suddenly noticed that Kurosaki Ichigo, who was grabbing his collar, was floating up.

The face that had been furrowed, resembling that of a young thug, suddenly calmed down, its eyes staring blankly ahead without any focus.

The fat uncle, who had already died and become a ghost, gave me a chill down my spine when I saw his face.

"You! Who are you?" The fat man was a little frightened. He had a little bit of spiritual vision in his life, and after death he had an even greater ability to sense fellow ghosts or special humans.

A few days ago, he regained consciousness at his own funeral and sensed that something like a wild beast was watching him from the shadows.

In order to escape that danger, he subconsciously used Kurosaki Ichigo, a boy with a strange aura, to cover himself up, and secretly followed him to his house, trying to wait for the beast-like aura to leave.

But now, he couldn't detect even the slightest abnormality from Kurosaki Ichigo, who was grabbing his collar; everything seemed perfectly normal.

But looking down at the ground, Kurosaki Ichigo, who was floating up, didn't seem like a normal person either.

Suddenly, the fat uncle's ghost felt his neck loosen, and Kurosaki Ichigo, who had been holding him by the neck and was still hanging in mid-air, fell down.

"Ouch!" With a thud, Ichigo Kurosaki fell to the ground, cried out in pain, and immediately got up, raising his fist and looking around warily.

"Who the hell are you! Where are you?!"

At this moment, Fang Zheng, in observer mode, simply watched quietly as Kurosaki Ichigo, who was on high alert and sweating profusely, appeared on his forehead.

From the moment it started, Fang Zheng in creative mode seemed to be stuck inside Kurosaki Ichigo's body, only able to observe the outside world through his perspective and hearing.

Even when attempting to move, it's still through some form of indirect control of Ichigo Kurosaki's body that his limbs move stiffly.

Moreover, even when the levitation mode is activated, Kurosaki Ichigo is still suspended in the air, and even when he speaks, it is Ichigo who is levitating.

It's as if something attached a suit called "Kurosaki Ichigo" to Fang Zheng the moment he came into this world. This suit moves on its own, but when Fang Zheng moves inside the suit, he is forced to move as well.

When the observer mode is activated, the "Ichigo Kurosaki" suit can no longer remain attached, causing it to fall directly from mid-air.

So, what if we switch back again?

Standing in mid-air in the room, I switched back from the observer mode, which was unable to interfere with everything, to the creative mode.

The moment the switch was completed, the suit named "Kurosaki Ichigo" seamlessly appeared, and the previously wary and sweating Kurosaki Ichigo disappeared from the spot.

Looking at the return to the first-person perspective, Fang Zheng said, "Very interesting."

On Ichigo Kurosaki's calm, indifferent face, his eyes once again turned empty as he uttered the same words: "Very interesting."

Fang Zheng switched to a block in his hand, waved his hand, and tried to place it in the room.

However, just like being unable to place something when it's stuck in another block, Fangzheng's placement at this moment also failed.

"Oh? Is something trying to stop me?" Kurosaki Ichigo said calmly.

"So, if you're stuck here and can't move normally, what about ordinary attacks?"

Fang Zheng switched to a black and gold metal sword with dragon patterns and swung it lightly.

With Fangzheng's action, something seemed to be torn apart.

Bang! With a muffled thud, Ichigo Kurosaki's arm exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Shattered bones and fragmented flesh left gruesome marks on the ceiling and floor.

At the moment his arm exploded, Fang Zheng could see his cube-shaped hand appear for a fleeting instant and then disappear.

"Huh!" Seeing the splattered blood and flesh, the fat uncle's ghost was blown into a ball.

Seeing the splattered blood, Fang Zheng tilted his head, and Kurosaki Ichigo tilted his head as well.

Fang Zheng switched to a healing potion and threw it, but it seemed to get stuck and didn't hit Kurosaki Ichigo's room.

Suddenly, a red spiral of smoke exploded from Ichigo Kurosaki's body, and his shattered arm was restored to its original state in an instant. Even the terrified ghost of the fat man beside him had flesh and blood grow back on its translucent body.

"interesting……"

After saying this, Fang Zheng temporarily halted his actions.

Kurosaki Ichigo had just regained consciousness when he looked at the blood and gore scattered all over the room, and the obese man huddled on his bed in front of him, completely bewildered.

(End of this chapter)