MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 262 The Clown Gang

"I say, this alley smells awful. What is that rotten stain in the corner?" Fang Zheng frowned, disgustedly avoiding the suspicious human-shaped stain in the corner, and stepped outside.

The "bloodstains" on his fist had long since disappeared, but Fang Zheng didn't care what the mysterious entity that had tried to interfere with him was. To him, it was no longer important.

Now that Founder Group has been completely liberated, it has long since broken free from the shackles of the past.

Even with his indescribable power, he was once trapped in a single cube-shaped body, which was his only medium for interacting with the outside world.

Now, he can intervene in everything simultaneously, in the set of all mathematical universes, in all intersecting unsolvable sets, and thereby continuously expand his own existence.

Whether the so-called river of time exists in the past or future, or whether different possibilities exist in the form of parallel universes or world lines, all of this has lost its meaning for Fangzheng today.

Contact is intervention, and intervention is completion. Just as the answer to "1+1" existed before humanity discovered it, all the interventions Fangzheng is undertaking are doomed from the moment they begin.

However, within these entities composed of collections, the interaction of information still presents a "process" from a life perspective.

Regardless of what he did from the perspective of "human justice," from a macro perspective, the overall intervention had already been completed simultaneously.

Fang Zheng, acting from a human perspective, will continue his actions and continue to interfere in his own way and with his own behavior.

……

Above the alley, the dark residential buildings were almost completely dark, with hardly a single light visible. In the thick darkness, countless greedy eyes seemed to be staring intently at Fang Zheng from behind the curtains.

"Oh? Look what I've found, a silly, cute little tourist, or maybe a child from some big family? Heh, he should fetch a good price..." A hoarse voice rang out in the darkness, carrying obvious malice.

"I'm getting a little bored." Fang Zheng strolled casually down the alley, hands behind his back, glancing at the residential buildings on either side. "Seriously, what's wrong with this world? It seems like whether someone's there or not depends entirely on their mood?"

Despite the dark and lifeless residential building, Fang Zheng did not use any extraordinary power, nor did he incorporate the Concerto or the combat algorithm he had fully summarized from Madoka Kaname.

But even with just his ordinary human hearing and sight, he could clearly sense that something was wrong with these residential buildings.

"What exactly was that guy who interfered with me just now? It doesn't feel like a change in the timeline, but rather some kind of deeper change..."

"It is somewhat similar to Kewpie's technique of segmenting different cognitive regions."

“If I let it continue to be altered, it might become more ‘fit’ for this world, but my perception will be completely distorted, and I will no longer be able to perceive any abnormalities.”

“However…” Fang Zheng raised his fist and could clearly feel indirectly that within a radius of several meters centered on himself, the strange interference was fleeing rapidly as if encountering a natural enemy, and he could not avoid it at all.

Beyond the border, that force, like a wild dog that had just been knocked unconscious by Fang Zheng, kept probing the border line but never dared to set foot inside.

The moment he raised his fist, the force vanished into the distance.

However, precisely because it was not interfered with by that force, Fang Zheng seemed somewhat out of place in this world.

He can detect many anomalies that the inhabitants of this world should not be able to detect.

These residential buildings are devoid of the sounds of ordinary people's lives and the aroma of food; there is only a deathly silence and darkness.

Every window and every wall seemed to be covered by a thick black filter, turning into a bottomless black box of information.

Before truly "entering" these black boxes, even those observing the world from a human perspective at this moment cannot glimpse the full picture of their interior based solely on the slight changes in external information.

The information black box is completely sealed, revealing only a fixed and extremely limited amount of information to the outside world, making it impossible for people to judge what kind of weird things are hidden inside, or how much is hidden.

Strangely, although no signs of human activity could be observed, a great deal of trace of life could be deduced from various details. The haphazardly strung wires on the walls, occasionally creaking, the corners of the floor worn down by long-term walking, leaving subtle marks... Fang Zheng could even directly reverse-engineer a large number of footprints from these, and then deduce a series of characteristics such as the height, weight, and gender of the people walking on these footprints.

The calculations can only go this far.

It could have continued to delve deeper, utilizing unlimited computing power to reverse-engineer even larger datasets from extremely subtle changes, and even the entire world.

But the results are always chaotic and disorderly, full of paradoxes. Mathematical calculations, which should be precise and clear, produce results that seem completely abnormal to humans when they reach that limit.

For example, at this moment, Fang Zheng was walking on the street outside the alley, casually glancing at the bloodstains left on the dimly lit street, the bullets embedded in the ground, and all sorts of messy marks.

With a quick calculation, he came to the conclusion that 7663 gang fights had occurred on this street in a year, resulting in 35067 deaths and 97 tons of scattered remains and debris.

"What nonsense is this? Are these gang members who spawn daily in the game's dungeons?" Fang Zheng muttered. "The death toll has exceeded 35000, but the total number of participants in the battle is only 73... Tsk! This is inexplicable."

"It's just as absurd as the calculation by my elementary school classmate that Xiaoming's walking speed to school was 300 meters per second."

Each step of the calculation was correct, but when the results were put together, they appeared utterly absurd.

Only by comprehensively blurring these data and eliminating those outrageous values ​​can we obtain a "reasonable" answer that is roughly in line with human cognition.

But is such a "reasonable" answer really reasonable?

……

"Little cutie, don't move!" A chilling, lewd voice suddenly came from behind, and a cold dagger was instantly pressed against Fang Zheng's back.

"Who are you?" Fang Zheng turned around without warning, looking at the man who seemed to have appeared out of thin air behind him.

He had no idea how the other person moved or approached.

He was a man wearing a dirty black suit and sporting an exaggeratedly green slicked-back hairstyle. His face was deathly pale, covered in gaudy face paint, eyeshadow, and bright red lipstick, and his cheeks bore slashes that resembled smiling faces.

At first glance, he looks like a circus clown who has taken off his red nose but hasn't finished removing his makeup, or perhaps more like a pervert.

"Oh?" The strange pervert saw that Fang Zheng was completely unconcerned about the threat of the dagger and could even calmly turn his head away, and an excited smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He casually tossed the dagger to the ground, raised his hand, and clapped it in an exaggerated, childlike tone, saying, "Shh—little lamb..."

He crouched down, hooked his fingers like claws, and said in that nauseating tone, "Do you know who the big bad wolf in the city is? It's us, this pack of wild wolves in flowery clothes!"

His voice suddenly became shrill and sweet, utterly disgusting: "Naughty little lambs... will be carried back to our happy sheepfold..."

He suddenly lowered his voice, a strange smile playing on his lips: "...I can't find my way home anymore...hehehe!"

Before he finished speaking, he opened his arms and pounced on Fang Zheng like a wolf attacking a lamb.

Almost simultaneously, on a nearby high-rise building, a figure resembling a bat noticed this scene and frowned slightly: "The Joker is out again? No, it's the Joker Gang!"

Batman reached to his waist and instantly produced a bat-shaped dart, which he aimed and threw downwards.

However, facing the "clown" rushing towards him, Fang Zheng simply raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped him across the face. "Are you crazy?"

(End of this chapter)