MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 269 Why didn't you save us!

The air in Gotham City's sewers is so foul it's suffocating.

In the dim light of the emergency lights, bizarrely colored dust particles floated in the air, along with some unknown gases of different colors that, though faintly colored, were still clearly visible, constantly changing their forms.

Upon closer inspection, one can vaguely perceive a certain vitality within them, as if they are endlessly colliding and fighting each other.

"Huh?" In the dim light, Kelly, who wanted to conserve her energy and rest, glanced at Fang Zheng in surprise upon hearing his calm words.

"Pfft... Hahaha..." Kelly clutched her stomach and chuckled in a low voice, as if she had just thought of something.

"No, what kind of world do I want? Are you kidding me!" He laughed and reached out to touch Fang Zheng's forehead, wanting to see if he had a fever.

“Oh dear, you little brat, have you been inhaling too much sewer stench and it’s made you mentally unstable?” Kelly shook her head. “But whatever, you’ll get used to it. Who knows what strange things get dumped into Gotham City’s sewers? In some places, the water even glows green.”

“Every new resident will have a few days when they’re not feeling well, but they’ll get through it,” he added after a pause.

Fang Zheng brushed his hand away and said seriously, "I'm not joking. Seriously, Kelly, what kind of life do you want? What kind of world do you want to live in?"

“Heh…” Kelly lay down again, turned over, and looked down at the sewage flowing continuously from the sewer drain, watching the sewage faintly shimmer with a morbid rainbow sheen.

He muttered under his breath, "Kid, what do you think we are? Whether it's you or me, we're nothing but lowly mortals, like cockroaches, surviving in the dark corners of Gotham City."

"Being alive, scavenging for food while it's safe, and avoiding being kidnapped by gangsters for drug trafficking or having your heart and lungs ripped out—we're lucky to survive for even a few more days. What does it matter what kind of world we want?"

"Besides, even if the world really does change, what meaning would it have for someone like me who could die at any moment..."

As he spoke, he simply got up, ran to a side of the sewer, caught the rainwater dripping from above with his palm, and hastily washed his face.

Standing under the dim light, the ulcers and cysts on his face were nauseating, with pus oozing out and some extremely gruesome granulation tissues emerging from under the ulcerated skin, vaguely wriggling like maggots gnawing at his flesh.

Kelly suddenly became agitated, her eyes bloodshot.

He pointed at his face and roared hysterically, "Someone like me, a bastard like me who was infected with a bunch of rotten diseases before I was even born, how long do you think I can live?"

Do you think I'm like you?

He glared at Fang Zheng and rushed forward, pressing his hand heavily against Fang Zheng's chest and shoving him. "Don't think I can't see through you!"

"You bastard, you must be the son of some gang leader or a rich man, a young master!"

"Don't think I don't know! Don't think I don't know!"

"You're probably thinking about hiding for a few days, finding a chance to go back to your familiar place, letting your parents' friends or subordinates find you, and inheriting a huge fortune, right? At that time, young master, have some mercy and take in someone like me, a stray dog ​​on the street, and treat me as your 'friend'!"

"Stop dreaming! There are tons of kids like you in Gotham City who were killed by their parents, ended up on the streets, thrown into an orphanage, and treated like commodities!" "You think gangsters have any sense of loyalty? You think rich people have any morals? Stop dreaming!"

"Hehehe..." After venting her emotions with a roar, Kelly suddenly started to cry softly.

"sorry Sorry……"

"I just can't accept it. Why, why do we have to live this kind of life..."

"Why, why does Batman, who is supposed to be a hero, only know how to play a game of cat and mouse with those 'super criminals,' and completely ignore those villains who are obviously super scumbags..."

"Waaaaah... Why did my bastard parents have to be drug addicts with all sorts of diseases...?"

"Why, why is Batman ignoring these villains who number at least a dozen on this street..."

"Why, why does the Justice League save the world every now and then, but never bother to save us...?"

"why why……"

After crying for a while, Kelly's face became even more ferocious. He hugged his shoulders tightly, his deformed fingers dug into his flesh, and his whole body trembled as if countless ants were crawling inside him.

Ignoring Fang Zheng beside him, he stumbled to a depression in the sewer, scooped up the sewage that had settled and emitted an eerie luster, and gulped it down.

Gotham City's sewers are a mixed bag. Wastewater from nuclear radiation, chemical reagents from chemical plants, and other strange and unknown substances always seep into the water system from some unknown corner and then converge into the sewers.

It's unclear when it started, but some drug addicts who were homeless and too destitute to afford drugs discovered that drinking a few mouthfuls of sewage from the sewers could somehow alleviate their symptoms.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after drinking all the sewage and wearily climbed back to his shack. "I'm tired..."

"Kid, if you want to live, stay with me. Before I have my attack and die, I'll teach you a little about how to survive in this place. If you want to leave, go on your own..."

"Would you like a glass of honey milk?" Fang Zheng suddenly asked.

"Huh?" A sweet scent, which couldn't be completely masked by the pungent smell of the sewer, entered Kelly's nostrils. Kelly turned her head in surprise and saw a cup.

Before he could even process what was happening, Kelly had already instinctively taken it and gulped it down. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet taste and silky texture, and sighed contentedly, "Is this honey milk? It tastes so much better than that spoiled milk."

"It feels so good to have a full stomach. Where did you pull that out from... Hmm? Wait, why have you gotten so small?"

"No, you've gotten taller."

"Have I gotten taller?" Kelly subconsciously raised his hand to scratch his head, only to suddenly realize something was wrong. The shack that had just been big enough for him had somehow been stretched out of shape without him noticing.
"What is this..." He looked at his hands. His hands, which were originally thin and deformed due to congenital disease and malnutrition, had suddenly grown much larger. His joints were thick and strong, his palms were thick, and his huge fists were bigger than the head of the little devil in front of him. His thick wrists were almost as thick as the little devil's waist.

(End of this chapter)