MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 189 I'll Maintain the Rendering
Fang Zheng, controlling Ichigo Kurosaki, walked side by side with Aizen on the moonlit street, but could not find a single light.

This was not because it was late at night and the residents were resting, but because all the lights went out in an instant.

On the pitch-black street, one could only vaguely glimpse pairs of frightened and uneasy eyes and faint, suppressed breathing from behind the windows of those dilapidated houses.

This is because, for the ordinary residents of Rukongai, the Grim Reaper is an extremely terrifying being.

They can take lives at will, and they can insult and oppress civilians at will; these atrocities are commonplace.

Just like the samurai and commoners in ancient Japan, there was an insurmountable class divide between them.

Samurai could kill several civilians at will to test their swords, and even if they were caught on the spot, they would only be fined a small amount of money.

The two took a step forward and leaped into the air, looking down at the cluster of buildings outlined by sparse lights.

“Look…” Kurosaki Ichigo’s voice carried a hint of admiration.

"In your so-called real world, skyscrapers stand side by side, vehicles flow endlessly, and various technologies are advancing by leaps and bounds. But in this Soul Society, everything is as backward as ancient Japan."

"But your so-called Soul Society, the Seireitei, the Rukongai, are really too small..."

Based on the records of the Soul Society regarding the Rukongai region and its sparse population density, the total number of souls is at most only a few million.

In the present world, at least according to what Ichigo Kurosaki learned in class, Japan's total population exceeds 1 million, and the number of deaths exceeds one million every year.

In the Soul Society, souls age extremely slowly if they are not killed. Even without any spiritual power, it takes hundreds of years for them to die of old age again.

In other words, not only according to the Seireitei records, after the Soul King divided the three realms, almost all the spirits in the present world, that is, Earth, entered the Soul Society.

Even if we simply include the Japanese region in the present world, with over a million souls pouring in every year, the number of souls in Soul Society will only continue to increase exponentially. Over a million years, even if souls age and die, the total number will still be at least tens of billions.

And this is just the most basic estimate, because souls in the Soul Society can also marry and have children. Rather than souls, they are just humans in a different skin.

In Rukongai, a large portion of the residents are natives born from the marriages and children of spirits, rather than the souls of the dead in the mortal world.

"Then, where did those souls go?" Aizen's eye twitched as he suddenly thought of this question.

Ichigo Kurosaki continued, "Furthermore, from what you call a million years ago in your historical records until now, it has always been so small and backward.

"The residents of Rukongai have maintained the style of modern Japan's Edo period in terms of clothing and architectural style since millions of years ago."

"Unchanged for millions of years..."

Seeing Aizen's furrowed brows and expression as if he were deep in thought, Kurosaki Ichigo tilted his head, and Atomic Concerto once again accessed the newly rendered memories in his mind.

"Oh, I see. The already flawed memories have been patched up with a few insignificant, ridiculously funny additions."

"Although I know you can't really understand this, your backstory is really too simplistic."

"In the present world, at least in textbooks, the time it takes for humankind worldwide to go from primitive humans to modern civilization is less than 1 years."

"And before that, 1 years before the development from primitive humans to civilization, the time from ancient apes to Homo sapiens was less than 30 years."

"And what about before that?"

"At least, the biological history taught in Ichigo Kurosaki's school textbooks does indeed begin 40 billion years ago, with the first life emerging then 35 to 25 billion years ago, prokaryotes appearing, eukaryotes emerging 20 to 18 billion years ago, multicellular organisms emerging a billion years ago, the Cambrian explosion of life occurring 5.41 million years ago, the Paleozoic era lasting 5.4 to 2.5 million years, the era of dinosaurs from 2.52 million to 6600 million years ago, the birth, evolution, and extinction of dinosaurs, and from 6600 million years ago to the present, mammals began to flourish until the first Homo sapiens began to evolve 30 years ago..."

"A vast history, a massive Earth, and a sky full of stars..."

"Compared to the laughable origin of the Three Realms division in Soul Society, which is no different from a fairy tale, and the laughable so-called Soul King who supports the Three Realms..."

"In the present world, even though the scope of my observation is extremely narrow, consisting of only one city, at least based on the logic displayed by various things in the city, it is indeed possible to deduce what form the Earth is in the 'background story' of Karakura Town."

"So what?" Aizen's expression went blank for a moment before he regained his composure and asked, "After saying all this, how do you plan to implement what you call operating the world?"

Kurosaki Ichigo calmly said, "Now you know that there is a being within you that resembles a player, controlling your choices."

"And you are merely controllable NPCs in the stories experienced by these players."

"Everything you, or rather, everything the players within you see, hear, and perceive is rendered in real time within a region extending outward from you as the center."

"What you don't see doesn't exist; the details you can't observe often don't exist either."

"Only under the observation of players will your rudimentary backstory be filled in to some extent, and the gaps in your memories and fragmented scenes will gradually be rendered with specific details."

"Even the backstories of each of your characters are subtly different and have certain gaps."

“Each of your background stories may be conflicting and incompatible.”

"Only through continuous real-time rendering can such conflicts gradually be harmonized, allowing your incompatible background stories that should not have occurred at the same time to be unified within the same framework."

"So!" Ichigo Kurosaki paused, then looked at Aizen and said, "Go and try to explore this world. Go and fulfill your wish, bring down the Soul King, change Soul Society, change Hueco Mundo, change the Human World!"

"Let's fill in the gaps in your backstory!"

After a long silence, Aizen asked, "And what about you? Didn't you say you were going to calculate, operate, and complete this world? Why are you telling me to complete my own backstory?"

Ichigo Kurosaki replied, "To calculate this world, of course, we need to accumulate enough initial data first."

Pointing to his chest, he said, "Like Ichigo Kurosaki, it seems that he is either the protagonist or an important supporting character in the story these players are in."

"It's unclear when this story will end, whether it will return to the beginning, or whether it will continue."

"But I will observe you from now on."

"I will be watching you, watching your stories unfold."

"Due to the limitations of the real-time rendering area, I cannot reach areas that are not rendered."

"But you can. I will try to memorize all your backstories. I will memorize all of you, whether you are the main characters controlled by the players, or those simpler background characters who only appear in your perspective and whose rendering stops once they leave your view..."

"Even if the computing power of some kind of computing device running your world is insufficient, I will still memorize all of you."

"Your stories, your lives, your world..."

“I will record everything, and then put it all into operation in my ‘thinking’.”

"My memories will become your backup."

"Then, I will provide the computing power and the energy so that your tiny rendering area can remain stable and continue to evolve and complete more and richer stories."

"Heh..." Aizen chuckled lightly and shook his head: "What's so special about this?"

"If, as you say, our world is truly just that small rendering area, then how do you plan to expand that so-called rendering area..."

"It was originally a tree without roots, something that was nothing more than a dream, a bubble..."

"Hmm..." Hearing Aizen's question, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly said, "By the way, don't you have some kind of Hogyoku?"

Aizen raised an eyebrow, not surprised that Kurosaki Ichigo knew about his Hogyoku.

He pulled a small, round ball that emitted a strange luster from his pocket. "So?"

Ichigo Kurosaki continued, "Any of your items, and even yourselves, are non-existent when they are outside the rendering area."

"In other words, it is in a state of not running and not rendering."

"but……"

With a simple reach, Kurosaki Ichigo caused the Hogyoku in Aizen's hand to shatter from its base as the concerto began to play.

Aizen frowned slightly as he looked at the suddenly damaged Hogyoku in his hand.

But he wasn't heartbroken, because the Hogyoku was a product of his research. Even if he lost this one, it would only take a little time to create the next one.

But the next moment, his eyes widened.

As the Hogyoku disintegrated, it transformed into a fluid shimmering with a strange luster. Ichigo Kurosaki grabbed it and mixed it with a lump of mud. Gradually, the mud also began to take on the color of the Hogyoku.

"This is!"

"He created the Hogyoku with his bare hands???"

The total amount of spiritual particles contained in the Hogyoku itself is not large; it is merely a high-density sphere of spiritual particles.

What gives it its extraordinary abilities is the subtle structure of its spiritual particles.

At this moment, relying on the Hogyoku, Fang Zheng actually used the manipulative power brought by the Atomic Concerto to expand its size by thousands of times!
"Wait? Why is it still liquid?" Aizen frowned.

The liquid Hōgyū, shimmering with a strange luster, was placed in the air, forming a cube shape.

Then, Ichigo Kurosaki's right hand suddenly exploded, and Aizen saw a cube-shaped "arm?" suddenly appear, holding a pixelated object and swinging it forward, causing the Hogyoku liquid to disappear.

The next moment, the square hand waved again, and it reappeared, flowing endlessly...

"Although I don't know exactly what's keeping your world running, at least, if I wanted, I could make all these instant-rendered things last forever..."

(End of this chapter)