MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 280 The Pain of Not Being Able to Die

Night had fallen, and the last trace of life on Earth had vanished.

The industrial pollution that once raged has vanished, and when the wind stops, the stars in the sky are densely packed, and the moonlight is gentle and serene.

A bright, clear moon hangs high in the sky, its cool light pouring down on the earth like mercury.

By the campfire, after pouring out his heart for most of the night, Spider-Man covered his face with his hands, tears seeping through his fingers and wetting his palms.

He said in an almost mournful tone, "We've become zombies, walking corpses. No matter how terrible the damage we suffer, we won't feel a single pain."

"Whether we are knocked down, cut up, or torn to pieces, as long as our skulls are not completely shattered, we can remain conscious, with an extremely clear mind."

"Even the appetite that devours all our ideals drives us to do anything to chase after fresh flesh and blood. Ironically, we don't actually need to eat."

Spider-Man pressed his hand to his chest, feeling his heart still pounding fiercely inside him. He muttered to himself, "Our bodies are rotting, our organs have long since stopped functioning. No matter how much flesh and blood we swallow, there's no such thing as digestion."

He looked up at the sky, leaned back, and lay beside the warm campfire, his voice filled with indescribable sorrow: "Fang Zheng, do you know how desperate we were after we turned into zombies?"

"That terrible hunger destroyed everything, driving us mad, attacking ordinary people with the sole purpose of eating."

"But as we chew and swallow the flesh, the brief satisfaction is fleeting, and our reason returns instantly, making us realize just how terrible the crime we have committed was."

"There's never a shortage of clever people among superheroes. Soon, someone discovered that as long as they filled their stomachs, they could temporarily get rid of the soul-devouring hunger. So, we immediately tried to pull out our teeth and remove our stomachs in an attempt to stop that terrible hunger."

"But all of this was in vain..."

"Even if our heads are cut off, even if our spine, esophagus, and trachea are all broken, we can still speak. Whether our teeth are pulled out, our stomachs are cut off, or even if we try to cut our heads off our necks completely, the feeling of hunger is still there, never leaving us."

"Only when a large amount of fresh flesh and blood is swallowed can we gain a moment of peace."

“No one is a real fool. We quickly came up with another idea: we made a simple device that was attached directly to the lower part of the esophagus to guide the swallowed flesh and blood back into our mouths, trying to alleviate our hunger in this self-deceptive way.”

"But what was the result? It still didn't work..."

Spider-Man pressed his hand to his chest again, feeling his heart still pounding strongly. "The flesh and blood we eat don't need to be digested at all. As zombies, our organs have long since stopped functioning. Our hearts no longer beat, our intestines no longer move. The flesh and blood we eat just accumulate in our stomachs until they're full, and then they're expelled."

"Even if we use the shortest possible distance for self-circulation, connecting the mouth and throat directly with tubes, we try to fool that damned hunger in this almost absurd way."

"But as soon as flesh and blood enter the mouth, as soon as it is swallowed, it will instantly decompose. Even if it still looks like fresh meat, its essence has already become rotten flesh infected by the zombie virus, emitting a foul stench and unable to satisfy hunger."

"Even if we are left with only a head, when hunger strikes again, we will still fight with all our might, using our remaining wisdom and strength to hunt living creatures frantically. Only by continuously turning fresh flesh into carrion can we obtain that fleeting satisfaction."

"But that's far from enough..."

Spider-Man sat up and scooped up a handful of blackened sand from beside the campfire. It seemed that a corpse had once rotted there, and some bone fragments remained in the sand.

His eyes were fixed on the tiny traces of decay in the sand.

“Hey…” A broken smile appeared on his face as he uttered the chilling truth in a dreamy yet hollow tone.

"Fang Zheng, do you know the Fantastic Four?"

"You probably don't know this because you're from another universe. In our universe, on Earth, the Fantastic Four are very famous superheroes. They are my idols, especially Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards, who is a world-renowned scientist."

"For a nobody like me with only a tiny bit of talent in scientific research, Mr. Fantastic Reed and Iron Man Tony Stark are like Einstein, unattainable figures."

"but……"

"Heh...heh heh heh!" Spider-Man laughed in despair, scattering the sand he was holding into the air.

"Mr. Fantastic Reed, the great scientist I admire, actually believes that becoming a zombie is a leap in evolution on a higher level of life..."

"It's true!"

"This is actually true!"

Spider-Man pressed his hands to his face, tearing at his skin with all his might, leaving streaks of blood on his face.

He laughed in despair: "After becoming a zombie, the body is no longer a vital organ. Even with just a head, we can still bite, speak, and use our remaining wisdom and strength to devour flesh and blood."

He pounded his temples hard. "But what if the skull is completely shattered?"

"Well, at first, we really thought that as long as we smashed their skulls, it would all be over."

"But is this really over?"

"Will we really achieve true liberation simply by smashing that rotting brain?"

"Hey! Hehehe..."

Spider-Man's face became increasingly distorted and broken. Right in front of Fang Zheng, he tore at his own face like a madman.

Brown hair was ripped from the scalp, which was then torn apart. Fingers dug into the gaps between the skin and muscle, peeling off his scalp and face like ripping a piece of clothing. His bloodied face, revealing muscle and yellow fat, was splattered with hot blood, which, within seconds, began to congeal into scabs thanks to Spider-Man's terrifying healing power.

His exposed gums were wide open, just like when he, once a zombie, had personally torn off his own human skin.

He cried out, "This is such self-deception! My brain is rotting, how can I possibly still think?"

"Crushing the brain is just like cutting off the neck and losing the body; it just makes us lose the feeling of our head..."

"We're alive! We're alive, ahhh!"

When Spider-Man, having single-handedly fought his way through countless hardships, single-handedly wiping out all the zombie heroes and ending the existence of all remaining life in the universe, sits alone in a spaceship, desperately trying to bypass the will that prevents him from committing suicide, and pilots the ship into a star in search of final liberation, what is he thinking?

I guess it's because I can finally rest...

However, as time passed, the unfathomable hunger, like a giant beast from the deep sea, began to reappear in the long void, only to slowly fade away again, plunging Spider-Man into the torment of hunger time and time again.

Without realizing it, Spider-Man sensed something.

That's "I'm hungry..."

The spaceship was completely empty, yet the voices of other people could be heard coming from inside.

"It's so dark..."

"I am scared……"

The increasingly clear auditory hallucinations prompted Spider-Man to begin searching his surroundings.

Finally, he found the source of the sound—it was in a corner of the spaceship, the urns containing the ashes of the zombie superheroes whose heads he had smashed and whom he had killed one by one.

A tremendous sense of terror instantly gripped his throat.

He began to realize that the demise of his physical body might only be the beginning.

He began his investigation in terror, heading to all the planets that had once been inhabited throughout the universe, all the places that had been breached, infected, and wiped out by zombie heroes with the zombie virus.

As a result, cries of agony filled the air...

In every area where zombies once "died," if you listen carefully, you can hear different wails.

Is the destruction of the physical body the end?

No! This is just the beginning!
No sight, no hearing, no touch...

The only thing that exists is the eternal, never-ending, wave-like hunger, accompanied by endless nothingness.

He once thought that perhaps it was because even the souls were infected by the zombie virus, and perhaps if he could interfere with the souls, he could free these tormented souls.

He began his journey to Earth, spending considerable time storming the New York Sanctum to search for knowledge about magic in those ancient magical texts.

He began to try to intervene in the souls, attempting to save those suffering from endless hunger and emptiness, but to no avail...

He even used his magical knowledge to open a portal to hell.

Hell, the legendary abode of demons and monsters, where magical creatures use souls as currency.

According to the records in the New York Sanctuary, Hell is connected to the entire multiverse, and the demons and monsters within it exist in various parallel universes. There is also a powerful demon named Mephistos, who is a powerful being that transcends a single universe.

Perhaps, by paying a certain price, we can learn more from the demons and find those souls that keep wailing but cannot be found.

but……

The devils and demons in hell, these magical creatures that are more like energy entities than ordinary flesh and blood creatures, have also turned into zombies.

Furthermore, the hell that should have led to the entire multiverse was actually cut off, leaving only the hell belonging to this universe.

What about the other beings recorded in the New York Sanctuary?
Those dimensional demons who claimed to transcend the universe: Dormammu, the lord of the Dark Dimension; Hisos, the lord of Black Magic; Vishanti, the lord of White Magic; Cytorak, the lord of the Crimson Universe…

And then there are the four cosmic deities who claim to have created the universe: Death, Eternity, Infinity, and Annihilation…

No, there was no response whatsoever. Not even a trace could be found in the universe.

These so-called creators of the universe, these dimensional demons who claim to transcend the universe, are so stingy with their responses to Spider-Man's summons and pleas that they refuse to give him even the slightest reaction.

The two parallel universes that are constantly trapped by the zombie virus in a time loop seem like a pile of dog shit in the eyes of these gods, disgusting to even look at.

Spider-Man was almost in despair, and he began to study himself relentlessly.

(End of this chapter)