MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 211 The Warrior Who Burned Out

Clumsy, colorful graffiti depicts brightly colored houses, and in this grotesquely colorful room, the corpse of a young girl is brutally nailed to the ground with a giant colored pencil piercing her chest.

Fang Zheng slowly walked to her side, calmly gazing at the tragic scene that would move even the most hard-hearted person.

Unlike other scenes in this graffiti world that are composed of lines and lack microscopic structures, the pink-haired girl's body, when viewed from a square perspective, reveals relatively clear body details.

With a wave of his arm, a brand-new World Sea Battleship was placed, enveloping him under voice command, and then transforming into human form.

The square-shaped figure carefully observed the girl's body.

It can be confirmed that her body structure is human-shaped, a simple ordinary human, without the extraordinary strength of those cultivators in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths world who, while maintaining human form, possess world-destroying power.

However, her brain is different from that of ordinary people.

Fang Zheng did not observe any residual memory information from the World Sea Warship's scan. It was more like a computer that had been completely formatted. He could only detect some functional areas that maintained basic bodily movements struggling to operate, but he could not find any activity related to consciousness and memory.

The nerve cells, which have not yet been completely extinguished, are still transmitting intense electrical signals to the brain, which has long since ceased to function, conveying the excruciating pain from the various wounds on the body.

Fang Zheng asked in bewilderment, "With so many fatal wounds, how did she manage to hold on until now?"

The girl with anime-like pink hair was wearing light, pink clothing, which was now gradually turning into specks of light and disappearing.

But this did not reveal anything about her, only the tattered, blood-stained clothing below, which looked like a school uniform.

The girl's body was unusually small, looking at most like a middle school student, or even a primary school student, but her figure was frighteningly thin and broken.

As the graffiti-like world began to slowly collapse in some kind of distortion, the colored pencil that had pinned her to the ground also dissipated into scattered lines, revealing the large, dark red hole in the girl's chest that pierced from the front to her back.

Fang Zheng could clearly see that the horrific penetrating wound had indeed pierced the very center of her chest, even shattering her spine. But this was probably not the cause of the girl's death. Because she had just too many, far too many wounds on her body…

His entire body was covered with wounds that could kill an ordinary human on the spot.

Under Fang Zheng's observation, most of these wounds maintained a strange, minimal level of stability, as if they had been repaired by some force but not completely, only managing to keep the girl barely clinging to life.

Judging from her appearance, she must have been dead not long ago, but her flesh, which should have been fresh and pink in a short time, was dull and lifeless.

Looking through the gaping hole in the chest, not a single drop of blood flowed from the torn heart; the remaining part of the heart resembled a piece of necrotic, rotten flesh.

Based on the traces observed by Fang Zheng, the colored pencil that pierced the girl's chest was not the cause of her heart being torn apart.

The wound on the heart was torn apart by some kind of sharp claws, and it had long since lost its ability to pump blood.

The arteries and veins in the chest that should have been connected to the heart were forcibly separated from the heart and healed together by that unknown force. It seems that it was only by the push of this force that the blood could continue to circulate even when the heart stopped working.

The other organs were also in a terrible state; the lungs, liver, kidneys, stomach... none of them were intact.

The bones, whether spine or leg bones, were shattered, yet were forcibly pierced and fixed by pink arrows of light.

Her legs, which should have been out of control due to the fractured spine in her lower back, seemed to be forcibly controlled by her with some kind of force.

The inside of the body is like this, and the outside is equally horrifying.

The pale, withered arm, the left forearm and upper arm twisted and deformed, the torn flesh revealing broken bones, were also brutally pierced by the slender pink arrows that were slowly dissipating, like steel nails connecting broken bones in the most brutal fracture surgery.

Her hand had only three fingers left, still tightly gripping a broken bow and arrow. And her right hand, from the elbow down, was mostly gone.

This was neither a new wound nor a very old one; it was a charred section, seemingly forcibly burned to stop the bleeding by high temperatures.

On the severed arm, half of the broken blade, riddled with nicks, was tied with a blood-stained yellow ribbon.

"Are ribbons and broken blades also things whose microstructure cannot be observed?"

Judging from her appearance alone, he could deduce that when the girl's arm was bitten off by something, she probably immediately used high heat to burn the wound to stop the bleeding, and tied the blade to the severed arm to temporarily serve as a weapon, and went through a terrible death struggle.

Her intact, light clothes kept disappearing, and beneath the tattered clothes covered in black bloodstains, her exposed skin was a bluish-purple and dark red, covered with large and small new and old wounds, ravaging her petite body like a broken Barbie doll.

Finally, a deep, old scar ran down her cheek, from her left eye to her chin, her eyeball torn apart, revealing the facial bones beneath the gruesome wound. Her remaining right eye was half-open, its unfocused, gray pupil shrouded in gloom, yet conveying a profound weariness and numbness.

However, what seemed slightly out of place was that although the girl's body was broken and her expression was tired and numb, a faint smile remained on her lips before she died, as if she had been thinking about something.

Fang Zheng looked at her silently.

Although no memory information was found in her brain, Fang Zheng was able to roughly calculate and reconstruct the scene she encountered and the approximate form of her opponent by looking at the various injuries on her body and the microscopic traces at the cellular level.

That was a desperate marathon that lasted about two years, during which I faced some bizarre creatures, similar to the line monsters that Fang Zheng had just killed, things that were like absurd fantasies from a nightmare, fighting without sleep or food, fighting, fighting, fighting...

From initial panic and being attacked and wounded by powerful enemies, the girl quickly adapted to the battle, constantly slaying one monster after another while conserving her strength and some unknown power.

Just like her light, flowing clothes that had completely vanished from her body, and the pink arrows that held her bones in place, the girl possessed a special power, similar to the graffiti monsters that Fang Zheng had just killed.

She relied on this power to fight continuously, but this power seemed to have a limit. After being severely injured time and time again in the constant deadly battles, she did not consume too much power to repair her injuries. She could only keep it to a minimum and barely maintain her physical movements.

In the battlefield where there is no rest for even a moment, they fought and fought and fought... until that power was exhausted, and their bodies, which should have died long ago but were forcibly controlled, finally ran out of fuel and died.

"How should I put it..." Fang Zheng sighed softly, "It's like treating your body as a puppet on strings, forcibly using this power to control your severely damaged and necrotic body to fight..."

He reached out and gently closed the girl's half-closed eye, which had remained open even in death. "Although I don't know your name, nor what you've been through."

"However, you are indeed a respectable warrior."

hiss...

A strange sound, like paper being torn, came from afar.

Looking up, Fang Zheng could see that in the distance of this graffiti world, irregular, dark cracks were spreading in.

This graffiti-like world, like a piece of paper torn up by a child, is about to collapse completely.

A dark crack spread from the sky. Fang Zheng reached out and touched it, and sure enough, the hull of the World Sea Battleship was easily torn apart.

"Where will I go after this world collapses?"

"Is it some kind of larger world outside of this strange world?" Fang Zheng didn't know, as nothing could be observed from the pitch-black crack.

However, after glancing at the girl on the ground, Fang Zheng tilted his head. "When this world completely collapses, your corpse will be destroyed along with it."

"I did not find any trace of your soul, and healing potions are ineffective on your corpse. I do not know how to revive you for the time being."

"However, your long battle must have been very arduous and tiring."

"I don't know if you're protecting something, or what you're fighting for."

"But your will to fight like this is admirable."

Looking up, the pitch-black crack had torn the sky apart, about to completely shatter this place. Fang Zheng murmured, "Right now, I don't care about life or death. I don't care if you live or die, but your family and your friends will care a lot."

"Then, I'll help you out while I'm at it, by helping your family and friends and such."

"Soldiers who die on the battlefield should not be left without a trace, without anyone to remember them. At the very least, their bodies should be brought to their families for burial..."

After saying that, Fang Zheng waved his hand, put the girl's body into the Boundary Sea Battleship, and transformed the humanoid Boundary Sea Battleship into armor, switching it to the inventory and saving it.

The revealed cube-shaped body stepped forward, entering the unknown, pitch-black crevice...

Complete darkness enveloped everything. Fang Zheng could see nothing, observe nothing. It seemed that even time, or rather, the passage of time itself, had stopped. He could only wait.

After a long time, a faint glimmer of light was finally detected at the end of that endless darkness.

Gradually, the light began to distort and spread, and chaotic and absurd colors emerged like a dream.

(End of this chapter)