MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 305 Observing the Filter or Reconstructing Reality (2)

"Alright!" Watching the helicopter depart, the young boy in the train station stretched and squeezed onto the train before it departed.

Bathed in the warm morning sunlight of autumn and winter, he sat alone in his seat, swinging his legs, chewing on candy, and grinning foolishly. "Hehehe, I actually saved so many people, I guess I'm a hero in a way."

He pulled a photograph from his pocket; it showed a lovely girl. "If Xiaoqing knew what I did, she would be so happy. And our children will definitely be proud that their father is a great hero!"

"I'm getting married when I go back this time. I wonder if she misses me."

"Oh, right!" The young boy slapped his thigh, his face turning anxious. "I forgot about my family's heirloom spear! I was busy suppressing that evil spirit. I hope it doesn't break from soaking in the water for too long. If it does, my dad will give me a good beating!"

"No, no..." The young boy was restless. That big spear was his family heirloom, a treasure passed down from generation to generation. If he broke it, how could he pass it on to his son?
Throughout the journey, the young boy looked anxious and uneasy. After the train finally arrived at the station, he hurriedly ran to the station's duty room, queued up to pay, and then dialed the phone number on the note.

A few days later, the anxious young boy finally retrieved his family's heirloom magic weapon. Relieved, he immediately called home to let his family know he was safe.

More than half a month later, the young man, who had returned home and married his childhood sweetheart, received a call from Bureau 749.

The young man from back then told the boy that Zhang Biao, whom he had saved, wanted to find him through his connections at Bureau 749 so he could properly thank him.

However, the newlywed young man just chuckled and said, "No need to tell them, I do good deeds without expecting anything in return!"

The young man on the other end of the phone nodded. "Okay, since you yourself are unwilling, then our Bureau 749 naturally won't tell Master Zhang Biao your information..."

A year later, with a loud cry, a new life was born. The young boy, already a father at a young age, was filled with joy as he held his precious baby in his arms.

As the children grew a little older, the young man personally taught them, imparting all the skills passed down in his family.

When the child was 12 years old, a fierce battle ensued between father and son. After confirming that the child had mastered the family's skills, the former boy, now a young man, handed over the ancestral exorcising spear to him.

After giving a detailed explanation, the young couple, feeling both relieved and worried, watched their child board the train alone and leave to embark on his own journey of adventure...

However, it seems that deep within the eyes of both the young boys of the past and the new generation of young boys embarking on their journeys now, there is a pair of eyes that see the outside world.

……

He watched the helicopter fly away from afar, then withdrew his gaze from the two young boys. All the passengers had already hurriedly squeezed onto the train, leaving Fang Zheng standing alone in the somewhat empty train station.

He looked at the scene around him, which faded and distorted again as the number of observers decreased, quickly turning into a chaotic and inexplicable state.

As chaos gradually engulfs everything and completely envelops Fangzheng, an endless world of infinite cubes unfolds within this chaos.

This means that this part of the square has lost its interactivity and has therefore fallen out of that area.

Standing on the blocky pixelated ground, Fang Zheng observed the changes caused by his own collection, gently shaking his head and sighing, "Whether it's past memories, accidental dreams, or the past of history, they all change according to one's will, don't they..."

Although it is known that the various phenomena in this special world are somewhat idealistic, each life form does not perceive anything that is completely beyond their understanding, nor do they interfere with or be interfered with by anything beyond their understanding.

Even though my actual age should be considered infinite, the way I appear makes me look like an elementary school student to those who don't know me.
In this world where all sorts of demons and monsters exist, if you see a child who looks exactly like the person who saved your life more than 10 years ago, you should think that this person is immortal, or even the younger brother of that person.
What kind of messed-up thought process does Zhang Biao have that makes him think this elementary school student is the son of that elementary school student from back then?!

When Zhang Biao genuinely believed that Fang Zheng was indeed the child of the "little doctor," the "historical record" underwent another change. Not only were Fang Zheng's words and actions altered, but his memories and the precise historical records also changed accordingly.

At that level, where countless sets and countless insignificant aspects interact and emerge together, this dynamic change itself will also generate such self-organization and self-referentiality.

(Well, I'm somewhat thankful that they didn't see me as some other kind of weirdo.)

(If that's the case, I'll have to step in and forcefully stop it.)

Otherwise, with this extreme idealism, accompanied by imagination and dialogue, and constantly changing perspectives in various interactions with the outside world or one's own thinking, Fang Zheng doesn't know what kind of monster they would 'observe' him as.

Even for Fang Zheng, his own collection of entities will not undergo any fundamental change as a result. Instead, it will only present different appearances in this distorted reality, just like adding different filters to observe the same thing from different perspectives.

However, even if the square body itself does not change, when such "reality" is layered on top of each other, it is like different filters being layered together. The various distortions of the filters themselves will also create corresponding patterns, forming a fragile reality.

It's like painting.

The same thing, even if the thing itself has not changed, can present completely different appearances when observed from different perspectives and imagined in different ways.

A cat can be drawn in various ways: some people draw it realistically, some draw it ugly, some draw it cutely, and some people insist on drawing it as a catgirl...

Who knows what kind of weird thought process some guys who like to draw abstract things have?

As long as it's close enough, Founder can consider it as a negligible side projection of itself.

If it's too abstract or the differences are too great, Founder will have to make a righteous cut and completely deny that this thing is a description of itself.

……

After some thought, on the train, Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Biao in front of him, touched the photo of his 'parents' in his arms, and replied with a hint of helplessness: "***^*#".

"Oh, I see, that's good, that's good..." Zhang Biao patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "So you've already learned your father's skills, which is why I felt comfortable letting you venture out into the world."

"Now that I think about it, it seems like the young doctor we met back then was like that too, and his family didn't seem to be around either."

"Haha," he laughed and patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder. "A real man should know that now that he has learned a skill and doesn't have to worry about any danger, it's not a bad thing to go out and explore more."

“A person as capable as the junior doctor can thrive anywhere.”

After their conversation, Fang Zheng asked with some curiosity, "By the way, didn't you say you were going to suppress the blood corpse? Didn't you say you had already solved it more than ten years ago? Weren't the remains of that blood corpse destroyed? Why is it still necessary to suppress it?"

“This…” Zhang Biao hesitated for a moment. “This is something we can’t tell ordinary people, but we’re all on the same side, so it doesn’t matter.”

"The thing is like this..."

(End of this chapter)