MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 209 Graffiti Barrier
Upon entering the Nether portal, one is greeted by a bizarre and grotesque world, resembling a child's doodle.

Fang Zheng, casually draped in a human-shaped suit, stood out awkwardly here. He murmured, "Is this the whole new world?"

Looking around, it's as if a rough, rudimentary pixelated filter has been added to the real scenery.

A black and gray, three-dimensional pattern of cheap pencil lines forms the earth, the rough, thorny grass, the smiling faces on the rough stones, and the trees formed by the gray lines, which even have hands and feet.

Looking up at the sky, a round face with a crying expression, its eyes covered by a delicate white hand with pencil lines connecting its wrist, and a few radiating rays added to act as the sun, hangs in the sky.

The tiny pencil lines, like fine rain, flowed continuously from under the sun and sprinkled onto the earth.

Fang Zheng strolled across this land, casually observing. "Huh? No atoms, no microscopic structure, not even air, not even spacetime itself?"

To make things a little easier, Fang Zheng casually put on a human skin before entering the new world, that is, he used the World Sea Battleship to condense a shell for him to perform some precise operations when needed.

After all, while Fangzheng's computing power is limitless, the movement patterns of the cube-shaped human body are still limited. Without the help of external tools to expand it, it can only perform those fixed movements.

But now, with the World Sea Battleship's ability to penetrate the fog of time and space and even observe the long river of time in the past and future within a certain range, all of this before our eyes has no microscopic details, no molecules, no atoms, and even space itself does not exist at all.

The spacetime here is practically identical to that of the Minecraft world!
It is not disturbed by external things, nor is it an independent entity that can be affected by mass or gravity. Rather, it is a way of describing how objects are arranged in relation to each other, a container that holds objects.

The World Sea Battleship, which already possesses power at the quasi-Immortal Emperor level and is supported by Fang Zheng's infinite computing power, can reach its peak efficiency. No matter how many times the observed images are magnified, they are all rough and clumsy, like the lines of a primary school student's pencil drawing.

Even when trying to observe more distant areas, nothing can be seen. It's as if the whole world consists of only this area in front of you, like being trapped in a child's doodle.

Could these really be the observation results of Fangzheng and the Jiehai warship themselves?
Because in this observation, not even the existence of photons or electromagnetic waves was observed.

Let's set aside what the cube-shaped person sees for now.

They reviewed the observation records on the hull of the warship itself, and found that there was absolutely no interaction between anything and the observation area.

In other words, at this moment, the World Sea Warship itself exists almost in nothingness and should not see or hear anything.

The "illusion" of seeing all this was simply created by the rewriting of the recorded information in the observation area.

"La la la... la la la..." Suddenly, with Fang Zheng's arrival, the innocent voice of a child echoed, singing an indistinct nursery rhyme.

"Hehehe... Big brother, big brother, come play with me!"

Suddenly, five "trees" with lines and limbs rose from the ground, surrounding the square humanoid figure in the middle. The rough smiling face opened its mouth, revealing a mouth completely different from the pixel art style, missing two front teeth and with chapped lips.

"La la la... la la la..."

The tall trees held hands and sang a children's song. Their rough, smiling faces rippled constantly, and every now and then, in a twist, half of a child's fleshy face would be revealed, which looked horrifying.

They reached out and grabbed Fang Zheng's hand, pulling him into their circling dance as well.

Fang Zheng was not yet clear about the situation, but he was not afraid. He simply let them hold his hand and watched what would happen next.

"Waaaah..." Just as the smiling trees were happily jumping around with Fang Zheng, the graffiti sun on the horizon suddenly started crying, loosening its hands that were covering its eyes, and the pencil-lined teardrops became large and messy, turning into a sad downpour.

The sounds of children crying, panting, wailing and pleading, along with a sharp howl that sounded like that of a middle-aged woman, frantic cursing, loud crashing and smashing echoed all around. Fang Zheng couldn't pinpoint the exact location of these sounds, because they had no fixed direction; they came from all directions, from all sorts of chaotic places, growing louder and clearer with each passing moment.

It seemed that an invisible force was gradually approaching him!

"A monster! A monster is coming!"

"Quick, hide! Quick, hide!"

"Hide and seek has begun!"

The trees, which had been happily singing nursery rhymes just moments before, suddenly turned from pencil-like smiling faces into panicked ones, twisting into half-faced, terrified flesh. They looked around in fear, and then suddenly began to hug themselves and Fangzheng.

Those arms, with their rough yet slender pencil lines, unleashed an astonishing power!

"Ok?"

Once embraced by these slender arms, the hull of the World Sea Battleship was torn apart through its clothes by those delicate lines, like piano strings.

Bright red blood kept gushing from the wound, staining the tree-man who was tightly hugging Fang Zheng a disgusting crimson.

After the skin was brutally ripped open, the pale bones beneath were exposed, and the skin continued to be rubbed by the bright red lines, emitting a creaking, agonizing sound.

However, the World Sea Warship itself is formed from a complex spacetime structure. The human form is merely a manifestation of its external appearance. The skin, flesh, and ribs that do not exist at all were forcibly broken off.

Fang Zheng immediately noticed that there was also a lot of unknown damage in the structure of the World Sea warship itself.

"What's all this mess?"

Controlling the hull of the World Sea Battleship to unleash its power, Fang Zheng attempted to resist and try to liberate his humanoid form into the proper shape of the World Sea Battleship.

But, creak, creak...

The sound of pale ribs being rubbed still echoed, and intense pain reverberated within the body. The massive blood loss had turned the boy's face pale and bluish.

At this moment, all the power and functions of the World Sea Battleship, which was merely a humanoid hull, seemed to have malfunctioned and could not operate at all. It seemed to have truly become an ordinary human boy without any special powers.

With a series of clicks and flashes of blinding red and blue light, a strange mechanical toy sound rang out from the trees with human faces.

"Hide and seek...hide and seek..."

"I can't find me... I can't find me..."

The originally three-dimensional body suddenly turned into a thin sheet of paper, folding towards the square body that was being held tightly.

In just a moment, the pencil lines, folded like origami, enveloped Fang Zheng and locked him inside a square origami wardrobe.

Inside the wardrobe, Fang Zheng could clearly see the inside of the box filled with terrified, childlike faces, repeatedly whispering, "I can't see... I can't see myself..."

(End of this chapter)