MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 311 Infinite Disassembly
Fang Zheng strolled leisurely through the bustling street, examining everything around him with a fresh perspective.

Flowers, trees, pedestrians, time and space—everything appeared completely different in his eyes.

Every existence is the simplest cognitive model resulting from the superposition of countless models and the finding of their common divisor.

With each step forward, as the other party exhaustively explores these models and then uses these simplest models to filter out infinite possibilities, countless new perspectives gradually unfold.

Fang Zheng's experiences in this world over the past few days have made him realize that those beings called evil spirits are essentially the superposition of certain prominent characteristics during the process of different sets intersecting.

“Whether it’s evil spirits, Zhang Kun, or flowers, trees, everything is the same; all things are essentially the same thing,” he murmured to himself.

Suddenly, Fang Zheng's gaze locked onto an ordinary, dirty alley in the distance.

Cigarette butts, trash, and yellowed stains were scattered in the corner, seemingly ordinary and unremarkable.

But when the perspective is switched, reality remains the same, but in Fangzheng's "eyes," this place has become another world.

With one step, accompanied by a piercing cat's meow, he entered a world of eternal darkness. In this desolate mass grave, an old woman with a cat-like face, bearing burn scars and a ferocious expression, huddled up, surrounded by scattered fragments of bones.

Upon sensing Fang Zheng's approach, it immediately arched its back and hissed threateningly.

“Hmm… how should I put it,” Fang Zheng tilted his head to examine it and the surrounding skeletons, and said calmly, “Although you are essentially no different from the people you eat, I shouldn’t have any ill will towards you, but as expected, I still have my own preferences.”

"Awoo!" The cat-faced old woman seemed to understand, but she only roared and pounced like a wild beast.

It was met with another unremarkable punch. With a deafening roar, the cat-faced old woman was sent flying like a rag doll, her body embedding cleanly into the ground.

It quickly got up, seemingly unharmed, but just as it was twisting and turning to climb the tree again to prepare to fight back, its body suddenly slowed down and gradually came to a standstill.

It froze in place like a statue, then began to blur, as if it had been pixelated. As this blurring intensified, it was as if countless overlapping shadows were being peeled away, and the filters that had merged together were being removed one by one, making its figure increasingly blurry until it faded completely.

At the same time, Fang Zheng's body underwent a change. His originally ordinary boyish appearance rapidly grew messy black hair, and his body became twisted and ugly, resembling the cat-faced old woman—this punch allowed him to replace and rewrite the entirety of this terrifying evil spirit.

"It's a bit ugly..." Fang Zheng looked at his deformed claws, blinked, and adjusted his perspective.

In an instant, the messy black fur became smooth and evenly distributed on its body, a soft tail grew from its back, and the human ears disappeared, replaced by large cat ears on both sides of its head.

At this moment, he has completely replaced the emergence phenomenon originally represented by the cat-faced old woman, becoming the intersection of countless convergences behind her.

Fang Zheng smiled as he looked at the pink paw pad in his hand. "It's quite cute."

"However, it is essentially the same thing, only the perspective is different."

Having said that, he strode away with light steps.

In the blink of an eye, in a dark alleyway where no one knew when or where, a passerby was screaming hysterically.

"Why! Why did I have to go through this kind of nightmare!"

"Why the hell can't we get out?!"

"Why the hell did I have to come to this godforsaken place again, just to prove a point?! Ugh!!!"

He was persuaded by his friends to go to a supposedly haunted alley after he had been bragging while drunk, and ended up getting lost in a maze of ghosts, where he was trapped for two whole days.

Without water and food, he would starve to death if things continued like this.

In the next instant, a dark shadow flashed by, and for a fleeting moment he seemed to see the shadow of a cat crouching in the corner. "There's a cat here?"

He rubbed his eyes in confusion, wondering if he was seeing things. But when he opened his eyes again, a bustling street suddenly came into view.

Overwhelmed by this sudden and immense joy, and amidst the strange looks from passersby, he collapsed to the ground and passed out with a sigh of relief.

And the strange tales circulating in the city about ghosts wandering through alleyways at night just vanished without a trace.

Fang Zheng's body now bears strange marks resembling Möbius strips. He continues to stride further into the distance, absorbing all the so-called strange tales and evil spirits into his body, analyzing the information related to the anomalies that occasionally occur in these emerging phenomena, and gaining a deeper understanding of the essence of this reality.

Fang Zheng strolled leisurely. As one strange and evil spirit after another was absorbed into his body, he completely lost his original form and transformed into a bizarre being, resembling a human figure formed by countless extremely tiny waves surging and piecing together.

This is a macroscopic phenomenon, as if the trajectories of atoms and electrons have been magnified to a macroscopic level. Founder analyzes these constantly conflicting phenomena, eliminating some and amplifying others to better understand their underlying essence.

From its inception to the present, every time Fangzheng enters a new world through teleportation from the lower realm, it is essentially an expansion process of its own body, and this time is no exception.

In this world, Fang Zheng learned a lot from his experiences over the past few days.

The reality of this world is not fixed, but rather a phenomenon that emerges from the collision, superposition, and filtering of countless potentially different sets of information.

Just like the strange tale of shadows outside the train window that Zhang Kun confronted on the train, Fang Zheng saw things that were essentially completely different, only slightly similar in appearance, each time he switched perspectives.

It could be quantum physics or alien technology, it could be metaphysics, ghosts or evil gods, it could be folk tales or legends of wild men, it could be a psychological hallucination, or it could be a loophole in the virtual reality program... In essence, every explanation is correct, but each is one-sided.

Different information layers—physical, supernatural, metaphysical, science fiction—all frameworks coexist; it is only the observer's "tuning" that determines which layer to access.

Even Zhang Kun, or even Fang Zheng as an observer, could not truly understand those more fundamental information and concepts without completely changing themselves according to the corresponding concepts.

An ordinary person, no matter how intelligent or how hard they train, cannot truly imagine a three-dimensional object unless their brain structure undergoes a fundamental change. They can only imagine a vague picture composed of two-dimensional slices.

Only through mathematical language can humans model and process three-dimensional objects.

Similarly, the quantum properties of the microscopic world are something that human thinking cannot comprehend in essence. Humans cannot simultaneously imagine that something is both a wave and a particle; they can only limit and restrict it through theory and convert it into formulas through mathematical language, thus gaining a partial understanding of its existence.

The same thing can appear completely different depending on how you look at it.

Humans cannot imagine the world that bats "see" with their hearing, nor can they imagine the world that some creatures without sight perceive from within with their sense of smell. No matter how we imagine it, we can only simulate it by combining it with information that humans can see in a one-sided way.

Fang Zheng's closing and opening of his eyes is a proactive choice of his observation angle, a switch of cognitive channels, and a change of logical approach.

On the train, when everyone else is asleep, they lose sight of reality, making reality blurry.

As sober observers, Zhang Kun and his son's very existence anchors a part of reality. However, as products of this world phenomenon, they do not have the ability to actively switch between different perspectives like Fang Zheng. Therefore, the reality they perceive has a certain degree of stability.

Regardless of the true nature of that shadowy figure, they still perceive reality according to their own methods of understanding.

The superposition of infinite possibilities of the shadow outside the window contains all potential and contradictory explanations. By stripping away the details and finding the common divisor to extract the basic commonality, this superposition becomes a simplified model that can be understood by human cognitive methods.

……

It was a bright, sunny day, and on the bustling street, two little ones were perched on Zhang Kun's bear-like body.

A few years after getting married, he was taking his children shopping, planning to buy them some clothes.

"Huh?" Walking down the street, he suddenly stopped, looked at a somewhat familiar figure, and hesitantly called out, "Fang Zheng?"

"Oh, it's you. It's been years. You have children now." Fang Zheng turned around and greeted him with a smile.

"You..." But when Zhang Kun saw the face that turned around, he frowned deeply and took two steps back. It was indeed the Fang Zheng he knew, but the problem was, this was the Fang Zheng he knew.

Years have passed, he's married and has kids, yet the young boy from back then still looks exactly the same? That's very strange!
Zhang Kun watched Fang Zheng warily, chanting an incantation in a low voice, a sinister image faintly appearing on his face. But after twitching his nose, he hesitated and withdrew it, asking, "These past few years have passed, and I thought with your abilities you should have made quite a name for yourself, but I've never heard from you. Why haven't you shown any signs of growth?"

"Of course, it's because I'm immortal," Fang Zheng smiled.

"Huh?" Zhang Kun's expression froze for a moment, then he muttered to himself, "It must be because he has achieved success in cultivation and his age has stopped..." After muttering a few more words, he smiled again and invited Fang Zheng to visit his home.

"Speaking of which, there have been really a lot of changes in the past few years." He said while coaxing his child, "I don't know why, but there have been a lot fewer evil incidents in the past few years. My dad and I don't have to run around all year round anymore, so we simply bought a house in the city and settled down."

Fang Zheng casually replied, "Yes, there will definitely be far fewer, because I've eliminated all the things I don't like."

"Huh?" Zhang Kun was taken aback again, looking at Fang Zheng with a puzzled expression and said, "Don't tell me you're some kind of immortal with a youthful face and white hair, who's been running around these past few years cleaning up evil spirits, right?"

Fang Zheng just smiled.

Then, Zhang Kun casually remarked, "Recently, something big seems to have happened internationally. Have you heard? There's a charity called Heaven that's recruiting members all over the world to deal with those dangerous supernatural events. I heard they've taken down quite a few well-known evil spirits. The benefits for members seem pretty good, and they're doing good deeds everywhere. Are you interested?"

Fang Zheng shook his head.

"I see..." Zhang Kun sighed with some regret.

After Fang Zheng left, Zhang Kun hesitated for a moment before taking out a communicator and notifying his superior of some information: "A suspected immortal individual has been discovered. He looks like a boy around 10 years old, and it is estimated that he has looked like this for 50 years. He is suspected to be a special zombie individual or an ancient cultivator. Over..."

……

Fang Zheng, who had just left, watched this scene quietly from a short distance away.

When Fangzheng began to incorporate those emerging special individuals and to peel away and amplify the conflicts between different sets at the level of their basic structure, this strange world level also gained a lot of stability.

Although the original Zhang Kun seemed to possess special powers, he was essentially more like a "setup," like those nonsensical and illogical mages in absurd folk tales who seemed to exist only to possess special magical abilities but were not a coherent system at all.

Now, as Fang Zheng dismantles and peels away different realities, Zhang Kun is also simultaneously dismantled into many more stable systems. For example, his current ritual of summoning spirits has become a ritual to communicate with ghosts and use their power to drive away enemies. The ghosts behind this ritual are essentially manifestations of a higher-dimensional life form that has spread through the timeline of the universe and is confined to a lower-dimensional universe. They already possess a complete set of logic and are temporarily fixed under the guidance of this "reality protocol."

In the past, the reality that Zhang Kun and others perceived—those seemingly normal things and abnormal evil spirits—was all a simplified emergent model that had temporarily stabilized under a specific set of cognition.

However, although it seems to have moved from an unstable state to a more stable reality, it is still not truly stable, but rather a dynamic process.

(End of this chapter)