MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 224 The Gap Between Subjective and Objective
At dawn, the first rays of sunlight quietly pierced through the clouds and fell on the sleeping boy's face.

He slowly opened his eyes, still somewhat confused. He glanced at his wrist and, upon discovering a gemstone-encrusted bracelet, immediately snapped back to reality.

"I'm going out to play..."

"Okay, go ahead, remember to come back for dinner."

After getting pocket money from Fangzheng, this other self, the boy was too lazy to even get up and wash.

He simply channeled his magic, and as if a gentle breeze had swept over him, the food residue that had been fermenting in his mouth all night quietly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he activated his transformation, turning into a dark afterimage and leaping out of the hotel room window.

Bang! The impact of falling from the sixth floor did not cause any damage the moment the body hit the ground; it only made the legs and feet slightly numb.

He quickly channeled his magic, and the discomfort vanished instantly.

"Awooo!" After a short while, the boy immediately circulated his magic to fill his entire body. This boy, whose mental age was only 13, was like a frolicking husky, running and sprinting without any restraint, even making strange noises.

He sped through the streets in all sorts of bizarre and even comical poses.

Sometimes it runs on both feet, chasing after vehicles during rush hour; sometimes it stands upside down, running with its hands on the ground, even running onto the guardrail; or sometimes it flips its whole body over, twisting its arms and legs to act as limbs, just like a monster in a ghost movie, crawling in an extremely contorted posture.

Even more extreme, he simply jumped onto the wall and, with his unimaginable strength, transformed himself into a three-dimensional pinball, bouncing rapidly between different skyscrapers.

"What the heck? Why is this brick cracked? Is it old?" The hotel security personnel noticed the crack in the ground bricks around them, but were completely unaware of the boy who had just landed there.

"Hey! Where did that wind come from!" A high school girl exclaimed in surprise while chatting and laughing with her friends, and quickly pressed down on her skirt that had been lifted up.

……

"Is it a cognitive filter at work? Or is it something more fundamental, like a timeline correction?" In his hotel room, Fang Zheng sat by the window, his gaze calmly following the black afterimage that was speeding away.

At the same time, with one hand on the computer keyboard, he used it as a medium to easily infiltrate the entire surveillance network of Mitakihara City with the Concerto, regardless of whether these surveillance systems were connected to the Internet or belonged to a closed system.

Before his eyes, the real scene contrasted with the message of the concerto.

Fang Zheng noted that, at least in the "history" recorded by the surveillance video, there were no abnormalities in any of the direct or indirect changes caused by the boy during this brief period of high-speed running.

Based on observations and calculations using hotel records as a reference, the cracks in the brick that the boy stepped on when he landed, along with the distribution of the surrounding bricks, can be considered as a result of some technical flaws in the tiling process. Under the long-term effects of thermal expansion and contraction, sufficient stress accumulated, ultimately leading to its breakage.

The few skirts of the female students that the boy mischievously lifted as he passed by were not seen in the surveillance footage; only a sudden whirlwind was recorded.

Fangzheng even directly connected to all the atmospheric monitoring devices and surveillance cameras in the entire Mitakihara City, and meticulously investigated all possible factors that could cause interference, such as building layout and the movement trajectories of pedestrians and vehicles. They also used fluid dynamics and thermodynamics formulas to calculate even the slightest airflow changes, but still could not detect any abnormalities.

The whirlwind of the skirt being lifted was destined from the very beginning.

As for the sounds caused by the boy's frantic running, and the marks that his repeated bouncing between buildings as a "three-dimensional pinball" might have left on the building's exterior, these all seem to have existed in historical records long ago, rather than being new products of his actions.

It seems that when the boy acts in the form of a "magical warrior," all his actions resemble traces of events that were destined to happen in history.

The causes sown in history have naturally borne fruit in the present.

Alternatively, the reverse is also true: his every move will trigger a change in a certain event in history, so much so that history will "fill in" a "cause" that leads to the trace of his current actions.

Fang Zheng used the computer and the "Concerto" to freely explore the entire planet's network, browsing through all possible historical records, looking for any unusual clues.

However, nothing was found.

No matter which country's network he hacked into, even if he used the brute-force computing power of "Concerto" to forcibly and indirectly penetrate those tight internal networks, or even tried to analyze the possible paper archives, he could not find any direct trace of Kyubey, magical girls, or magical warriors' activities.

He knew perfectly well that there were still two magical girls, Mami Tomoe and Kyoko Sakura, in Mitakihara City at this moment, yet he still couldn't find any unusual marks left by them after their transformations in the historical records.

"Oh, there are two exceptions."

The only two anomalies recorded in history are both related to these two magical girls.

About six months ago, Mami Tomoe and her family were involved in a car accident.

Based on the investigation of the evidence at the scene, she should not have survived, but she did, and she didn't even have a decent wound on her body.

And there's Sakura Kyoko.

The investigation revealed that her family environment was extremely hostile; her father was a depraved, intellectually deficient, religiously fanatic and scumbag.

According to surveillance footage from two months ago, she, her sister, and her mother had been suffering from malnutrition for a long time and could not even maintain basic food and clothing.

In Japan, people like her father are not uncommon. Some of them, with their eloquence and ability, become cult leaders, while Sakura Kyoko's father belongs to the type who wanted to do something but failed and ultimately could only live a life of mediocrity. About two months ago, the church where Sakura Kyoko's father worked, which was previously deserted, suddenly became incredibly popular, attracting much admiration and briefly gaining a considerable status.

But this false prosperity lasted only two months. Just last week, a sudden fire engulfed the church, and the family of three, except for Kyoko Sakura, perished in the flames.

The only two anomalies found in the historical records were both related to the two magical girls, Mami Tomoe and Kyoko Sakura, and both seemed to be connected to the time when they signed contracts and became magical girls.

However, if there are any unusual events related to the time when a contract was made with a magical girl, these can be retrieved by consulting the history database.

So, on this vast planet, with hundreds of countries and billions of people, there can't possibly be only two magical girls, right?

Is it possible to find other magical girls who might exist by investigating these unusual events?
The answer is no, it can't be found at all.

It was as if an invisible curtain had quietly concealed the existence of more magical girls and all the unusual traces they left in history.

However, if we do not use conventional methods such as monitoring networks to search, but instead observe directly with the naked eye, we will get a completely different result.

Ordinary people didn't completely ignore Fang Zheng, but rather completely overlooked him.

Even when a boy mischievously lifted the skirts of several girls, even when they met face-to-face, they were completely unaware, only feeling a gust of wind. It was as if they were under some kind of hypnosis, their perceptions altered, their common sense distorted.

Even with the naked eye, this cognitive filter seems to be bidirectional.

When the boy acts as a magical warrior, passersby automatically ignore him; and the boy himself seems to subconsciously ignore most passersby when he acts.

"From an objective point of view, his actions represent a historical shift and a reversal of cause and effect; but from a subjective perspective, they are merely a cognitive filter..."

"Which is correct, subjective or objective? Or are they both?"

……

Fang Zheng was deep in thought, while the young Fang Zheng was completely unaware of it.

Although he was still somewhat confused about why he was born, he didn't need to go to school, didn't need to deal with complicated interpersonal relationships, came to this unfamiliar big city, and even possessed powers that only existed in novels. All of this made the boy feel exceptionally happy.

He didn't care who he was or anything else; he simply indulged in, as if he had acquired a brand-new toy, freely wielding, experimenting with, and experiencing the various changes brought about by his power.

According to Kyubey, when the contract was signed yesterday, different wishes made will bring different inclinations of ability.

And Fang Zheng, this little guy who, though newly born, inherited the memories of "Fang Zheng" from birth, made a wish that wasn't much different from that of any other junior high school boy who had just started reading online novels—

He wanted to possess the power of cultivators in novels.

And this power brings a freedom that ordinary humans wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"Awaaaaah..." At a height of 100 meters, the boy was enjoying the weightlessness of falling. He opened his mouth wide, letting the high-speed airflow rush in, and let out a strange cry.

The Soul Gem at his waist shimmered slowly, and a faint magical power extended outward from his body in a spiderweb-like pattern, capturing the rising air currents and subtly adjusting his posture.

Bang! Just as he was about to crash into the ground at high speed, a loud bang came from under his feet. The explosion of gasoline generated a powerful thrust, which quickly slowed his descent.

Magic is simply a power that can do whatever it wants; it's the embodiment of imagination. If you can think of it, you can basically do it.

He stole some gasoline from a car parked on the roadside, used magic to vaporize it, and then detonated it, thus achieving high-speed flight at will.

He played until noon. "Okay, I've had enough fun. What should I do next?" He felt a little tired and started thinking about his next plan.

The young man held the Soul Gem up to his eyes and examined it closely.

The gem, which was originally as clear as crystal, now had a hint of darkness in its center, with something like black mist slowly flowing within it.

He raised an eyebrow, carefully sensing his own feelings. "Is this what those two girls meant by 'filth'? It even affects my mood. It feels similar to the inner demons in novels."

He closed his eyes, placed the Soul Gem on his forehead, and began to carefully imagine his magic completely expelling the impurities from the gem.

This was a method of using magic that he had only figured out this morning. Magic is similar to the magical power of cultivators in novels; circulating it in the body can strengthen the body, imagining that you want to increase speed can increase speed, and imagining that you can use it to create jets under your feet can also be done.

He wanted to see if he could use magic to cleanse the impurities in his soul gem, or try to absorb the so-called "spiritual energy of heaven and earth" to replenish his magic power.

As expected, the attempt failed.

"Never mind," he muttered, "didn't that girl named Mami Tomoe say that we need to kill monsters to get 'blue potions' to replenish our mana? I should go ask them about it."

(End of this chapter)