MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 178 Things are no longer things, people are no longer people...

On a pristine white desert, Grimmjow was struck down without any resistance.

Kurosaki Ichigo, however, simply stood there quietly, his gaze vacant as he continued to stare at the sky.

A few minutes passed...

"Pooh... cough cough..."

Grimmjow, who was lying face down in the sand, suddenly woke up and spat out the sand in his mouth.

He gazed blankly at the horizon, his mind a complete void: "Where...am I?"

Suddenly, a faint breathing sound came from behind.

"Um?!"

His muscles tensed instantly, and he landed on all fours. Like a startled cat, Grimmjow leaped into the air with a burst of strength from his bony-armored body.

As he sped away, he also used the Echoing Spin technique, performing a short spatial jump and arriving at a towering pillar in the distance.

With his heart pounding and his breathing rapid, Grimmjow watched Ichigo Kurosaki warily, his entire body on high alert.

Although the spiritual pressure emanating from the other party was still so weak that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it away, he felt an immense mental pressure, as heavy as a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

He managed to move his lips with difficulty before finally managing to say, "Why...didn't you kill me!"

The humiliating memory of being easily and instantly killed when he first met Aizen flooded his mind. Overwhelmed by intense anger, he roared, "Does Aizen and you think that I, Grimmjow, am so weak that I'm not even worth killing?!"

"answer me!"

A roar echoed across the sky. The sharp blade in his left hand sliced ​​through his right palm. As a drop of blood flowed, a blue-black ball of light quickly condensed in his palm, guided by the blood, and aimed at Ichigo Kurosaki.

boom!
The violent spiritual energy, compressed to its extreme, caused space itself to begin to distort slightly. This was something only a very few beings standing at the pinnacle of all voids could unleash—the King Void Flash!
The massive pillar of spiritual energy tore through the atmosphere, creating a storm, but Ichigo Kurosaki, standing at its end, didn't even flinch.

However, a faint, leisurely "concertos" resonated in the most basic unit of calculation, at the level of instruments and spirits.

That enormous bombardment, carrying immense energy capable of easily shattering a mountain, spontaneously disintegrated halfway through its trajectory, endlessly collapsing and transforming into a rain of spiritual particles that slowly fell from the sky.

"Uh..." Grimmjow collapsed to his knees, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He muttered to himself in a daze, "Is the gap really that big..."

rustling...

Footsteps sounded in front of him, and Grimmjow's empty eyes instantly focused, as the teleportation technique was already in place.

Known as the Leopard King, he has a wild nature; if he can't win, he runs away, and he doesn't feel any psychological burden about it.

However, as he used the Resonance Technique, he was unable to move despite being able to quickly leave the area via a short-distance space. Only his body flickered a few times in place, indicating that his Resonance Technique had succeeded.

However, the goal is to stay in the same place.

Calm words came from Ichigo Kurosaki's mouth: "You lost. It's time to keep your promise."

"You still haven't told me about Aizen."

"Heh..." Grimmjow sneered and said indifferently, "What an arrogant fellow. I was just teasing you. Did you really think I would tell you?"

"Kill me if you want, torture me if you want. Since I've lost, my life is yours to do with as you please!"

"Although I have never been loyal to Aizen, I am not a coward who would cry and beg for mercy from the enemy after losing!"

"No," Ichigo Kurosaki said slowly, "I will not kill you."

"At least, in my personal opinion, you don't deserve to die, so I won't kill you."

"Cube Man" will only do what "Human Cube" would do.

Throughout the entire process, whether it was killing the villains in the eyes of "Humanity Fangzheng" or trying to save the good people and ordinary people in the "Humanity Fangzheng" worldview, Fangzheng never changed.

Once the Concerto of Instruments was played, Fang Zheng was able to exhaustively list all the possibilities of every smallest computing unit in Kurosaki Ichigo's body, that is, the instrument and the spirit.

Similarly, there is no problem in exhaustively listing all the possibilities of Grimmjow's every spirit particle's operation and constructing an absolutely detailed model.

Naturally, Fang Zheng was also able to know the entire neuronal structure in Grimmjow's brain, which was composed of spirit particles.

Of course, all the memories recorded in his mind can also be completely obtained by Fang Zheng.

The cruel Hueco Mundo, the evolutionary path of the Hollows, and their inherent pride...

Everything, everything, can be fully known by Fangzheng.

For someone like Grimmjow, who killed countless people in Hueco Mundo and stood atop the corpses of countless Hollows, only then could he become an Adjuchas-class Hollow.

Due to the unique environment of Hueco Mundo, where every Hollow suffers from inner emptiness and hunger before reaching a certain level, and cannot survive without fighting, killing and being killed are never a choice.

Therefore, Fang Zheng could not judge him as either a purely evil person who needed to be killed or a good person who needed to be helped. He could only say that, at least according to the values ​​of "Human Fang Zheng," he did not deserve to die.

however……

Fang Zheng's reasons for not killing him went beyond that. If this really is a game world, then everything is either real-time rendered textures or NPCs.

This leads to an interesting question.

For example, when someone is playing a game, they learn about the heinous crimes committed by a certain boss through various clues. But can the crimes in the game's background story really be considered crimes?

For games rendered in real-time, apart from the player-controlled character having some degree of freedom, all other NPCs and background stories are pre-set.

No matter how heinous or utterly wicked an NPC is, no matter how heinous or nauseating their "crimes" may be...

But it is still just a piece of text, a background story.

Or, an ordinary person might be implanted with a memory through some kind of high technology, a memory that makes him believe he is a super criminal who has committed countless heinous crimes.

Even more so if the entire society, the entire world, were to have all related material records and memories completely rewritten.

Everyone, including himself, thought he was a supervillain.

Those pieces of evidence that never existed before, such as bloodstains, fingerprints, and even surveillance footage, all suddenly appeared in an instant.

Victims who never existed before suddenly appeared in an instant, hating him intensely, wishing they could tear out his heart and lungs, eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

So, does this so-called criminal actually qualify as a criminal?

……

Hearing Ichigo Kurosaki's words, Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. "You mean, you're still a good person? You want to let me go?"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Grimmjow burst into maniacal laughter, even clutching his stomach as he pounded the ground with his fists, splattering sand all over his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed violently a few times before he came to his senses, then collapsed to the ground. "How can there be so many idiots like you..."

His expression was complicated. "Whether it's Stark, Halibel, Nellyel, or you..."

"Are they all this arrogant?"

"What is this, the leeway of the strong over the weak?"

"So, are you willing to talk now?" Kurosaki Ichigo's question rang out again.

A slight smile played on Grimmjow's lips as he casually replied, "Heh, if you, a guy as strong as a monster, are looking for trouble with Aizen, then I'll tell you..."

Then, Grimmjow slowly revealed all the information he knew about Aizen Sousuke.

A few minutes later, Ichigo Kurosaki nodded. "Hmm, I see. As expected, it's different from the memories I retrieved from your mind..."

"Thank you for your reply. I have to go now. See you next time."

Ichigo Kurosaki got up to leave, but Grimmjow suddenly said, "Wait!"

His face darkened, and a look of anger appeared: "What do you mean by that?"

"You mean you read my memories, and what I said is different from the information you read?"

His raging spiritual pressure erupted from his extreme anger, and he gritted his teeth. "You mean... I, Grimmjow, was lying to you?"

"Bastard!"

"No matter how much you look down on someone, there should be a limit!"

Like a maddened feline, even knowing the difference in power between himself and his opponent, Grimmjow decided that even if it cost him his life, he had to leave a wound on his opponent!
However, Kurosaki Ichigo, under Fang Zheng's control, remained calm, simply shaking his head slightly. "No, I'm not looking down on you, I'm just stating the facts."

He then slapped Grimmjow across the face, who was roaring, his spiritual pressure surging, and even preparing to self-destruct, but was knocked to the ground by the backhand.

"Well... how should I put it, I certainly didn't look down on you."

Looking at the blue-haired man who had been slapped to the ground in a disheveled state, Ichigo Kurosaki, who was under Fang Zheng's control, tilted his head and showed a rare expression of apology on his face.

"If you feel that I look down on you, I apologize."

"The information I'm gleaning from your brain differs from the facts you're stating, simply because of this..."

Ichigo Kurosaki opened his palm.

Grimmjow, his face contorted with rage, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and froze.

He twitched his nose, his eyes twitched slightly, and with difficulty, he controlled his weak body, raising a hand and pointing at Ichigo Kurosaki's palm. "What...is that in your hand?"

"You mean this?" In Ichigo Kurosaki's outstretched palm, a small, sticky, grayish substance, like soft tofu, was trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)