MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 187 The Limits of Operation?
For Fang Zheng, such a guy would normally be killed instantly with a single sword strike as soon as he recognized his actions.

"But unfortunately, after the Atomic Concerto was played, people had a different understanding of you."

The ethereal words continued to echo in all directions. Yamamoto Shigekuni remained silent, gripping his sword tightly. A violent burst of flames surged forth, further reinforcing the cage of fire.

Different perceptions lead to different perspectives.

"Your backstory portrays you as villains, but that's just a backstory."

"At least for now, every one of you who appear every moment should be considered a completely new existence."

"You really are like me, very much like me."

"Without that thing that seems to be a player controlling you, you and I would all be just like them, with fixed character settings, reacting in fixed ways to certain events, like a sculpture, like a piece of code..."

Yamamoto Shigekuni simply roared, "Hmph! You cowardly rats hiding your heads and tails, since you dare to invade Soul Society, then hurry up and come out to fight!"

"That's all useless nonsense! What I do is none of your business!"

The ethereal voice continued to speak to itself: "I am indeed quite similar to you, so I don't mind granting you a small wish."

"Your current wish is to kill me, and I naturally won't grant that wish, but some other smaller wishes aren't so difficult..."

clang!
Kurosaki Ichigo's figure appeared, wielding a blade formed from condensed flames, and clashed fiercely with Yamamoto Shigekuni's Ryujin Jakka.

Boom! ! !
With the impact of the collision, amidst a massive roar in the air, the fiery cage that had enveloped the entire area shattered like a fragile bubble, revealing the boundless, endless, arid plains outside.

"What?" His pupils constricted sharply. He sensed that the spiritual pressure of the other captains had suddenly vanished, and Yamamoto's figure retreated violently, his aura surging once more. He hissed, "Kid, where is this place!"

Ichigo Kurosaki replied, "You can probably think of this place as the past, or you can think of it as another world."

"At least for you, that is certainly the case."

"I won't grant you many of your wishes, but at least, since you've always been worried about destroying Soul Society, I can grant you that hidden desire for battle deep in your heart."

His face contorted with rage, his aged body radiating murderous intent: "Boy! What exactly do you mean by this!"

Reaching out to gently stroke the flaming blade in his hand, Ichigo Kurosaki's figure appeared distorted and bizarre under the shroud of flames.

"It doesn't mean anything. It's just that I need to convince you all before I do what I'm about to do."

"Anyway, it was just something I did on the side."

"By the way, you can use your Bankai now. At least here, no matter how you use it, you won't be able to cause any damage to Soul Society."

Kurosaki Ichigo walked forward step by step, the long sword in his hand, which he had casually conjured from flames, growing brighter and brighter until it reached a certain limit, at which point all the light suddenly disappeared, turning into complete darkness...

In fact, it seems that the basic computing units in this world, which appears to be a game, are at the level of devices and spirit particles.

In the conventional understanding of humankind, so-called high temperature is simply the sum of the faster motion states of numerous microscopic particles.

So, in this world, the so-called "vessels" and "spirits" constitute everything, and everything is rendered in real time. But what exactly is this so-called "high temperature"?
It's merely a description of the movement state of the vessel and the spirit.

The playing of the Atomic Concerto allowed Fangzheng to modify its state.

This made Fang Zheng a little curious.

To date, the rendering areas discovered by Founder are limited in scope, and the rendering precision is centered on the character, decreasing as you move outwards until it becomes a rudimentary texture.

Even though the area each character faces can be considered to be real, everything outside their perception is just a texture.

This, to some extent, suggests that the computing device running this world is intentionally conserving computing power, or perhaps the computing power is simply insufficient to run everything.

Therefore, at the level of the device and the spirit, under sufficiently high temperatures, a faster and more chaotic motion process should occur, which would also lead to an increase in the required computing power.

So, what kind of phenomenon would occur if a sufficiently large, high-temperature, chaotic area enveloped the entire rendering area?
Is it to maintain the overall size of the rendering area, mobilize more computing power, and calculate the chaotic movements caused by high temperatures?
Or perhaps, more likely, the operational precision of the rendering region could be simplified from the device level to a more macroscopic level, thereby saving computing power? Fang Zheng, who had doubts about this, didn't mind testing it out a little while still meeting the old man's expectations.

Looking at that pitch blackness, like a dark, empty blade, Yamamoto Shigekuni's pupils shrank to a point. In that darkness, he felt an unprecedented and terrifying threat!
When the temperature of an object reaches a certain level, it will no longer be dazzling because the light it emits is no longer within the range that the human eye can observe.

When the temperature of an object reaches 30000 K, or 29727°C, its radiation spectrum is mainly located in the far ultraviolet and X-ray bands, which are no longer visible to the human eye.

At this moment, in order to verify a little bit of the conjecture, Fang Zheng used the Atomic Concerto to modify the "data" and make the temperature rise endlessly.

At this moment, the "knife" he casually sculpted had reached the temperature of the central plasma of nuclear fusion, a temperature previously only described in popular science videos.

The radiation band no longer emits visible light, but instead emits X-rays at 1 million degrees Celsius!

"Oh, by the way, just a quick reminder."

"Although I will not kill you on purpose, I will not save you on purpose either, since you are villains in the backstory."

"I'll give you three seconds to prepare."

"After three seconds, the heat I'm binding will begin to release, and then slowly increase."

"If you don't use your own Bankai, you won't survive the rest of the story."

In the first second, a sense of impending death enveloped him. Yamamoto Shigekuni's spiritual pressure erupted, and he roared, "Bankai! Zanka Tachi!"

In the second second, even more violent flames were released on Ryujin Jakka, and then all of them condensed into it in the next instant, transforming into a blade that looked like a charred piece of dry wood, with sparks of fire and a wisp of smoke rising from its blackened surface.

In the third second, flames surged from his body again, enveloping his entire body and transforming into a garment of fire.

This move is called—Broken Flame Katana, West, Broken Sun Prison Robe!
The defense, which transforms spiritual pressure into raging flames, can reach a temperature of a staggering 1500 million degrees Celsius!

This terrifying power can turn enemies to ashes even if one merely gets close.

However, even with the protection of the Remnant Sun Prison Garment, the danger of death had not subsided.

With calm words, Ichigo Kurosaki gently swung the black blade in his hand forward. "Even if you use it, you basically won't survive..."

And so, like ink being splashed, darkness began to spread outwards, and a terrifying temperature of 1 million degrees Celsius was constantly eroding everything...

……

Looking at the vast, desolate land before him, and at the figure that had revealed a human form, yet lacked the previous ethereal spiritual pressure, instead possessing an unimaginably weak presence, merely equivalent to that of a human.

"Illusion?"

"No, for you, this is probably history, or you could say it's another world."

"Oh dear, what a troublesome enemy!" Kyoraku Shunsui took off the lady's kimono he was wearing, drew the two swords from his waist, and softly chanted: "Flower winds rage, flower goddesses weep, heavenly winds rage, heavenly demons laugh, flower heaven mad bones!"

……

Was it a second that passed, or how much time passed?
Looking at the captains who seemed to have collapsed in an instant, Aizen smiled gently and asked, "Was it an illusion?"

"With such immense power, I believe your theory."

"But what exactly do you want to do now?"

Fang Zheng replied through the mouth of Kurosaki Ichigo: "It's nothing, I just wanted to try it out and have someone calculate this world."

"Let me do the calculations, let me provide the support, let me complete it..."

(End of this chapter)