MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 162 Different Layers

After throwing out the healing potion, Fang Zheng only saw traces of red spiral smoke around himself.

However, the room scene as seen from the perspective in front of him was completely empty.

Fang Zheng was "stuck" inside Kurosaki Ichigo's "body" by some kind of force, unable to place blocks outwards, and unable to throw healing potions outwards either, all stuck in place.

However, the effective range of its spiral smoke could not be blocked by matter and still spread outwards.

However, the red spiral smoke that should have been visible through the material did not produce any corresponding light or shadow around Ichigo Kurosaki's body, despite functioning normally.

It was as if something had completely obscured the red spiral of smoke that should have appeared.

"Oh, so it seems the Nether portal isn't necessarily destroyed immediately after I teleport, but could be covered by some kind of layer of imagery?"

"Hmm, I need to observe for a while longer."

After uttering those final words, Ichigo Kurosaki's indifference vanished, and he sat down on the ground in a daze, muttering unconsciously, "What are you talking about?!"

He raised his right hand, looking at his smooth, undamaged arm, then at the half-bone embedded in the floor, his face blank with confusion. "What is this?"

Huffing and puffing, the fat uncle next to him was terrified, breathing heavily, his face pale with fright.

But amidst his panting, the fat man realized something was wrong. "Huh?"

He shook off his fat, feeling that familiar heaviness, and his face went from deathly pale to flushed.

After dying in a car accident about last week, he regained consciousness at his own funeral. As a spirit, he always felt that his body was as light as a balloon, as air, and he couldn't find a foothold.

Even though there might be a strange feeling of hunger from time to time, it's still completely different from being a living person.

Now, sitting heavily on the bed, he was somewhat fascinated by the sense of security and heaviness he felt.

He shuddered, his body trembling with fat, and excitedly stood up, shouting, "I'm back to life! I'm alive again!"

"I, Jiro Inoki, have come back to life!"

Ichigo Kurosaki was startled awake by the shouts. He looked at the middle-aged man jumping excitedly on his bed, and at the blood and bits of flesh scattered everywhere. His face twisted in pain.

"Oh no! Dad and Youzi are still at home! How do we explain this?"

Ichigo Kurosaki paced back and forth, clutching his hair anxiously, unsure how to begin describing the bizarre scene unfolding in his room.

Picking up a piece of skin covered in yellow fat with two fingers, and then picking up a complete little finger, Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the room, which was battered and mangled by a lot of bits of flesh and bone, as if it had been hit by a shotgun, and felt a headache coming on.

My family owns a hospital!

Needless to say, their father is a doctor, and even their two younger sisters, Yuuko and Karin, have a lot of medical knowledge and are definitely not easy to fool.

They might think I dismembered someone in the room, right?

"No, no, no!" Ichigo Kurosaki shook his head, quite certain. "Yuzu and the others definitely wouldn't believe I would go and kill someone and dismember them."

"And..." He picked up two more intact fingers, examined them, and seeing that the fingerprints were exactly the same as his own, Ichigo Kurosaki was certain that these were his own fingers, and that his family members would definitely be able to tell the difference as well.

He frowned, looking at the glass that had been punched through several holes. "I wonder if some passerby will pick up my bones and bits of flesh that flew out of the window and then report it to the police?"

"What will we do then?"

Then he looked at the obese uncle standing on his bed, shouting and jumping around. The sight of his fat churning like waves made the veins on his forehead bulge, and he almost wanted to gouge his own eyes out.

Thump, thump, thump... hurried footsteps came from downstairs.

He glared fiercely at the agitated man, silencing him. "Hurry up and put your clothes on..."

Looking at his obese figure, he sighed helplessly, covering his forehead, "Fine, just wrap yourself in my sheet. If my sister sees all that fat on you, I'll beat you to death!"

Hearing hurried footsteps approaching, Ichigo Kurosaki quickly pressed down on the door. Yuuko Kurosaki, who was outside the door, rushed up with a frying pan in her hand, but found that she couldn't open the door and looked a little scared.

She called out cautiously, "Brother, I just heard what sounded like an explosion, and then I heard an uncle screaming. Did a thief break in?"

The room fell silent, and Ichigo Kurosaki didn't know what to say for a moment.

Kurosaki Yuuko knew that her older brother was a formidable fighter and didn't believe anyone could defeat him, but she was still worried that he might get hurt.

Boom boom boom! ! !
Amidst the heavy footsteps, Kurosaki Isshin, who had been busy communicating with a patient on the phone, caught up. His nose twitched, his face darkened, and he reached out to shield his daughter, Kurosaki Yuko, behind him.

He kept his head down, his expression unreadable, but his eyes held a strange look. He said in a low voice, "Ichigo, there's a strong smell of blood in your room. What did you do? Did you kill a thief who broke in to steal something?"

He tried to open the door but couldn't. Kurosaki Isshin stepped back, ready to kick it open.

“I…” Taking a deep breath, Ichigo Kurosaki said in a low voice, “Dad, Yuuki, don’t worry, I didn’t kill any thieves.”

"only……"

With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, and after a moment's hesitation, Kurosaki Ichigo made up his mind.

He didn't have a clear memory of what had just happened; he could only vaguely recall his actions.

He clenched his right fist, which felt smooth and white, and his left hand, which had been aching despite the ice pack, had also fully recovered. Looking again at the middle-aged man who had just been a ghost but was now a mass of fat, Kurosaki Ichigo realized that he had probably been possessed by something extraordinary.

Kurosaki Ichigo's father is a doctor, and he has helped out at his family's hospital since he was a child. Moreover, despite his excellent academic performance, he is by no means a brainless person.

From the moment the strange things that had just happened to him began, he was acutely aware of just how bizarre they were.

Compared to the evil spirits he had previously defeated, those who could barely possess ordinary people and touch a little matter, exert a little kinetic energy, and play some pranks, the one possessing him now was simply powerful from another dimension.

He forcibly attached himself to and controlled his own spiritual senses, which allowed him to beat up ordinary evil spirits at will, make himself float into the air, and easily blow up his own right hand with what appeared to be psychic power.

The most terrifying thing is that in an instant, his right hand, which had been blown off, was restored to its original state... no, it was regrown!

Even, for some reason, it seems even the fat old man has been resurrected...

But if it's that kind of thing, the power imbalance between the two sides is too great. If it wants to harm his family, he can't do anything to resist. He can only take it one step at a time.

Ichigo Kurosaki continued, "I'm going to open the door. You'll see some strange things. Don't get too excited. I'll explain slowly."

With a creak, the door opened, and Kurosaki Isshin rushed forward, quickly scanning the scene in the room.

Looking at the room covered in blood, bits of flesh and bones, and her son whose body was half covered in blood.

As the former captain of the 10th Division of the Gotei 13 in Soul Society, and the head of the Shiba clan, one of the five noble families that rule Soul Society, Kurosaki Isshin is not only powerful but also has extraordinary knowledge.

Even though Kurosaki Isshin lost his spiritual power due to some accidents and almost became an ordinary person, ten years later, after his wife died, the spiritual power he sealed to protect her had long been restored, and his past combat experience had never been abandoned.

Having identified his son's clean right hand and the shattered bones on the ceiling and floor, he quickly deduced: "Some kind of force caused Ichigo's right hand to suddenly explode and then rapidly regenerate."

"Was the explosion caused by a clash of spiritual energy? Or was it an external attack?"

He frowned slightly, a hint of unease in his eyes. "And...it actually regenerated?"

"Could it be that Ichigo's power has awakened, and he inherited the Hollow power from his mother, thus gaining superhuman regeneration?"

"That doesn't make sense. The super-fast regeneration of the void can only regenerate spiritual bodies composed of spiritual particles. I've never heard of it being able to regenerate physical bodies composed of artifact particles."

"Could it be Fullbring? It seems I need to get Kisuke Urahara to take a look as soon as possible."

Despite his inner turmoil, Kurosaki Isshin didn't show much emotional fluctuation, but he still pretended to be extremely shocked, opening his mouth as if to shout, but forcibly holding back.

"But what is this...?" Looking at the obese middle-aged man wrapped in a sheet on the bed, whose fat could not be stopped from bulging out, Kurosaki Isshin's feigned expression twisted, his heart screaming: "What the hell is this man?!"

The four of them—the fat uncle, the Kurosaki family, and Ichigo Kurosaki—sat in the room, staring at each other blankly. Ichigo swallowed hard, gathering his thoughts, and said, "It's like this..."

……

With tears welling in her eyes, Yuuko Kurosaki ignored the bloodstains on Ichigo Kurosaki's clothes and hugged him tightly around the waist, looking up at him with teary eyes: "Brother! Why didn't you tell me something so important sooner! Aren't we family? Family should share each other's burdens!"

"No matter what terrible evil spirit is possessing you, we will definitely find a solution!"

She choked back tears, her voice trembling slightly. "For example, for example, go to the master at Guanyin Temple; he can definitely get rid of the evil spirits on you!"

Kurosaki Ichigo's lips twitched. The so-called master of Kannon Temple was just a host of a supernatural comedy show. That guy might have some spiritual vision, but he was just a comedian.

Kurosaki Yuuko continued, "If he can't do it, then we'll go to a shrine, we'll go to a church! There's always a way to help my brother!"

“My dear sister…” Looking at his sister’s tearful eyes, Kurosaki Ichigo felt a surge of warmth mixed with a touch of bitterness.

Meanwhile, Kurosaki Isshin, lost in thought, kept a close eye on the somewhat uneasy, obese man out of the corner of his eye, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

The so-called "resurrection" was not something difficult for him to understand, given that he was once the captain of the 10th Division of the 13th Gotei 13 in Soul Society.

Every Grim Reaper who performs a mission in the mortal world can be briefly "resurrected" and go to enjoy life in the mortal world.

In Soul Society, there exists an item called "Gigai," which can be worn by Shinigami (death gods) to give them a physical body.

In essence, it is not a true resurrection, but merely giving the spirit of death a temporary physical body.

However, that is a tool that can only be used by the Grim Reaper.

Just like armor, you can't move around wearing armor without a strong body.

Although the artificial body can help the Grim Reaper inside it restore spiritual power, without a certain level of spiritual power as a foundation, the empty, low-density spiritual body of an ordinary soul simply cannot wear the artificial body, or rather, it cannot even move after wearing it, and the artificial body will not even show a specific soul form.

He glanced at the fat man in front of him again. His body movements were normal, and he didn't look like an ordinary soul who had been fitted with a cybernetic body.

“Unless… it’s a special type of cybernetic body.” A thought flashed through his mind.

Some specially designed prosthetic bodies can even almost merge with the spirit that resides in them, causing its spiritual power to continuously decline, and eventually it can become a living physical body that ages over time.

Kurosaki Isshin himself was able to have a physical body in the real world only by relying on the help of a certain guy and using a special kind of prosthetic body.

"The one who gave this guy a physical body shouldn't be Kisuke Urahara, so who in Soul Society is it?" Isshin Kurosaki was filled with doubt. "Did they discover me and try to test me?"

In the room filled with the stench of blood, the four people were lost in thought, their minds heavy and suffocating.

(End of this chapter)