MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 210 The Corpse Deep Within the Barrier

The pain of the humanoid body was of course irrelevant to Fang Zheng. Even if some force destroyed the World Sea Battleship, Fang Zheng himself would not suffer any harm.

Of course, even if he gets hurt, Fangzheng doesn't care.

Therefore, Fang Zheng remained curious, waiting and observing everything that was happening.

The shrill screams of the middle-aged woman, along with the sounds of smashing, cracking, and cursing, grew louder and closer until, at a certain moment, the sounds suddenly stopped.

Fang Zheng could clearly see that, in the instant that the sound abruptly stopped, the voices of the young faces in the box, who had been constantly murmuring "You can't see me..." also stopped abruptly.

The face, composed of a mix of youthful features and sketched lines, suddenly became distorted, transforming into a hideous and terrifying pattern formed by dark, chaotic lines mixed with blood flowing from the hull of the World Sea warship.

boom!
bang bang bang...

Sharp howls and angry curses rang out again, followed by a violent shaking of the square box that was trapped inside.

The voice was extremely foul, filled with a frenzied emotion, and the cursing was extremely chaotic, completely incoherent, and even difficult to discern whether it was angry cursing in some language or some strange howl.

boom!
The origami box was roughly opened, and a pair of fat arms with bright red nail polish grabbed the hair of the square-shaped body and yanked it out.

Fang Zheng looked closely and saw a humanoid monster that looked as if it had been torn out of a nightmare, with a nauseating and absurd appearance.

It has no physical form; its entire body is composed of countless pencil lines that twist and turn wildly like horsehair worms.

But ironically, the ends of those lines, hands and feet, were clearly human hands and feet, a pair of fat legs wearing eye-catching bright red high heels.

The equally obese hands were painted with scarlet nail polish, and a strong, cheap perfume stench filled the air.

The elbows and knees were broken, the cuts as if cleaved by a sharp blade. At the cuts, several scarlet lines, like blood vessels, were forcibly inserted, connecting the incongruous fat hands and feet to the skeletal body.

Beneath the greasy, messy blond hair on this repulsive monster's head, only a pair of vicious eyes and a mouth painted with bright red lipstick are visible.

It has no nose, no forehead, no chin, only these lonely eyes and mouth; the rest of the body consists of frantic, writhing black lines.

As the monster appeared, everything in the surrounding landscape—from the rocks covered in graffiti-covered faces to the sun in the sky with its crying face—covered its eyes, trembling and shedding tears.

The next moment, boom!
Having escaped the box, Fang Zheng immediately manipulated his body, and with a single, gentle strike, he could shatter half of the starry sky, turning a starry sky billions of light-years in diameter into a void fist, which slammed into that repulsive face.

Snapped!
With a crisp, subtle clatter, as expected, the repulsive monster merely shook its face slightly, taking two steps back as if in disbelief. The bright lipstick on its lips was smeared, becoming a mess of lines on its face.

Fang Zheng stood there, his fingers digging and pushing at his chest. The ribs, which were already broken and could easily pierce his lung, were temporarily pieced together.

After stretching his body, he continued to send signals to the World Sea warship, instructing it to automatically repair the damage it had just suffered.

However, the World Sea Warship, which, like the Quasi-Immortal Emperors of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, could be reassembled and repaired in a short moment even if it was shattered a million times or even reduced to a tiny fraction, as long as it was not completely annihilated, was prevented by some kind of force.

The inexplicable damage, embraced by the lines of the tree-man in the pencil drawing, is completely irreparable. Even trying to exclude the damaged part from the main body is futile.

Regardless of any changes to the structure of the World Sea Warship, the damage was always firmly fixed in place.

While moving around and adjusting his musculoskeletal movements that shouldn't exist, Fang Zheng said, "Sure enough, this world has rules similar to those of the Minecraft world. It has extremely high priority, ignores the structure itself, and directly deducts health points in a certain sense, causing damage that only humans can inflict on things that don't even have a human form."

"My punch just now was controlled at a speed of only three hundred trillion times the speed of light, but when it hit you, it did not cause any aftershocks that should have occurred."

"Similarly, the speed I observed after I threw a punch and hit you was only about 5 meters per second, the speed of a normal human being's punch, no, it should be said to be the speed of a rather thin child's punch."

Fang Zheng continued to recount his discoveries, but the terrifying monster only paused for a moment before reaching out to touch its bright red lips, which had been smeared on its face, and its eyes grew even more ferocious.

He stomped his feet hard, uttered even more offensive curses and shrill howls, and pounced again like a wild beast.

Fang Zheng easily dodged the attacks and continued to punch the monster, observing its reaction.

"No matter how much force I apply, there is no corresponding external manifestation. The swaying of your body after being hit, as well as the corresponding sound, is always only equivalent to the effect of an ordinary, thin child punching an adult."

He touched his hair, observing the corresponding damaged areas on the hull of the World Sea Battleship, and said with some curiosity, "And when you pulled my hair, you also caused corresponding damage to my hull."

"The damage caused by you pulling my hair resulted in about one ten-thousandth of the World Sea Battleship being damaged out of thin air. In the large-scale structural damage, about 1.1 × 10^85 joules of energy were lost, which is about equal to the total mass-energy of 36 trillion observable universes."

While constantly moving and observing the surrounding area, Fang Zheng said, "I've basically figured out what you are. You're something like a rule-based supernatural tale in a novel, ignoring differences in energy and forcibly inflicting damage according to the corresponding rules."

"No matter what you face, you can directly force it to be regarded as the body of a frail child. The damage you cause to it can be reflected in its whole body, causing the percentage of damage an adult would cause to a child." "And no matter how powerful the opponent is, even if they can destroy a planet with a breath or wipe out the universe with a flick of their finger, they can only resist you under this judgment, using the method of judging a child's body."

"Whether it's strength, speed, or defense."

Fang Zheng kept dodging, which seemed extremely strenuous. No matter what speed he unleashed, whether it was a million times the speed of light, a quadrillion times the speed of light, or even more...

On this graffiti-like land, in this "spacetime" where even time and space themselves do not exist, but are merely descriptions of the arrangement of things, all that can ever be seen is the speed at which a seven or eight-year-old child is running at his best.

At the same time, during this running, more injuries were also revealed.

In this world where there is no air at all, Fang Zheng was able to observe that his own body was becoming increasingly strained as he kept running and dodging, and that tiny damage was beginning to appear in its structure, seemingly corresponding to the physical exhaustion of a child.

Reaching out to touch his chest, he saw the wounds that severed the lines. In that brief moment, Fang Zheng observed the corresponding area of ​​the World Sea Battleship and began an automatic repair process, but it was extremely slow compared to normal conditions.

If we convert that to a calculation, the time it takes for a fractured area to be fully repaired in the World Sea Battleship is about three months, which is similar to the repair time for a fracture in an ordinary child.

The monster seemed to be enraged by its prey's constant dodging.

It suddenly stopped, and with an even sharper howl, its entire body swelled several times its original size.

This even larger monster, with its red, fat legs clad in high heels, strode forward, ignoring Fang Zheng's attempts to dodge. With a single kick, the tiny prey was sent sprawling to the ground.

Lying on this graffiti-covered ground, Fang Zheng tried to get up, but was tightly bound by the graffiti lines extending from the ground and could not get free.

The enormous red high heel slammed down with a loud thud, splattering blood everywhere. The incomparably powerful hull of the Boundary Sea Warship died there, utterly powerless to resist.

This strange set of rules not only applies to strength, speed, and defense, but also locks them all at the level of a frail child. Even attempts to exercise more precise control over the body are also prevented.

After the huge red high heel stomped down twice, its strange and enormous body suddenly lit up with a red light.

With a sharp, agonizing howl, it retreated backward, watching the strange, cube-shaped humanoid figure slowly rising into the air with a wary gaze.

With the outer convenient shell destroyed, the square-shaped person inside was naturally revealed.

Fang Zheng, wielding an unremarkable lower-realm alloy sword, caused the damage just now. "The judgment is quite rigorous, even for my own cube-shaped body, which used a variety of weapons including Immortal Emperor weapons, Immortal Gold swords, and stainless steel swords."

"But no matter how strong it is, if it hits you, it will only have an effect roughly equivalent to an attack by an ordinary child holding a wooden stick."

"However..." With a flash, Fang Zheng was already in front of the monster. As he swung his Lower Realm Alloy Sword at lightning speed, accompanied by multiple flashes of red light, the enormous monster vanished into thin air. "Your forced rule judgment doesn't seem to have a higher priority than mine."

……

"She's dead..."

"The monster is dead..."

"Mom is dead..."

Suddenly, as Fang Zheng killed the monster, whispers began to circulate across the graffiti-covered land. Human faces appeared on everything, from flowers and trees to stones and the sun, and they all began to whisper.

Suddenly, the faces of the flowers, plants, and trees all changed. Those faces, which were originally graffiti, all turned into gloomy and terrifying faces, like corpses.

They stared at Fang Zheng with grim expressions, then rose up and attacked.

Fang Zheng remained silent, but continued his attacks with flashing lights.

With all the familiars defeated, a brightly colored graffiti house sprouted from the ground in the center of the graffiti-covered land.

A dark, shadowy humanoid figure, composed of numerous chaotic pencil lines and constantly wailing and crying, began its attack...

Soon after, as the last witch was killed, the massive barrier began to slowly collapse.

However, Fang Zheng noticed something was wrong, and he walked into the center of the brightly painted house.

In the center of the house, a bright red pencil pierced the chest of a girl with pink hair and wearing strange, flowing clothes, pinning her to the ground.

(End of this chapter)