MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 320 Post-Battle Breathing

In the cold, dark abyss, Daigo, in a daze, stared blankly at a pair of eyes in the darkness.

Those were cold, emotionless eyes, colder than machines, more heartless than plants, simply staring at Daigo.

A vast, endless darkness enveloped the entire world; nothingness existed, yet everything also existed.

A conflicting sensation caused Da Gu to feel a splitting headache.

In an instant, endless darkness engulfed him, and before it completely swallowed him up, a warm light seemed to appear in the depths of the darkness.

"Light..." Daigo subconsciously reached out his hand towards the light, and as a soft light shone on his face, he suddenly woke up from his slumber.

Gululu...Gululu...

As soon as he regained consciousness, Daigo suddenly realized that he seemed to be completely submerged in water, and the little oxygen in his lungs quickly rushed into the water, turning into a string of rising bubbles.

A large amount of seawater then rushed into his lungs, causing him a sharp pain... "It doesn't seem to hurt that much?"

Under the pain of suffocation, his subconscious struggle was quickly stopped.

He clearly saw that during his brief struggle, the seawater was whipped outward by his immense strength and speed, creating a vacuum blade that stretched outward for hundreds of meters. The distant rocks were cracked open by the shockwave of the vacuum blade.

"I am..."

Daigo looked up at the sky, which was completely dark. In this deep sea, not even a ray of light could penetrate. He could only see some tiny lights that would suddenly appear in his eyes from time to time, and he didn't know what they were.

He looked down at his hands again, and they were indeed human hands.

The surge of power within his body, and the strange sensation of his lungs remaining unchanged despite being filled with seawater, made him clearly understand that he no longer seemed to be connected to humanity.

Within the flesh and bones of these hands, a vast and boundless sea of ​​light energy intertwines.

As his emotions surged, the ocean of energy stirred within him. He subconsciously understood that with just a thought, he could instantly return to his form as the giant of light capable of tearing apart planets.

However, a special force was restraining him, causing his body, that of a giant of light, to subconsciously materialize and then take on the appearance of a human.

This force wasn't strong; it merely infused his body with informational instructions, allowing his body to mimic this template.

Without this power, I seem to be able to mimic as well, it just takes a little effort.

Reaching out, the special power within his body was extracted, and specks of light spread out, intertwining into a crystal marble-colored object resembling a sword hilt. It was the Spark Prism, given to him by the mysterious child, that allowed him to transform.

Daigo gently shook his head. "So, this transformation device is meant to turn me from a giant of light into a human."

"Heh..." he thought helplessly, "If a villain from some superhero story were to steal my transformation device, that would be a real joke."

……

"Daigo, you're awake." Suddenly, a voice entered Daigo's ears.

But isn't this the seabed?
Still in a daze, Daigo turned around in confusion.

In the depths of the ocean, the warm glow of lights caught his eye, and his lips twitched. "A...square box?"

Not far away, a house, square and angular like a building block, stood, its warm light shining outwards. The door was half open, and there wasn't a drop of seawater inside. A familiar yet unfamiliar boy stood in front of the door, smiling and waving at him.

"Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, or hot cocoa?" Fang Zheng enthusiastically pulled Da Gu from the doorway into the house and pressed him down on the sofa.

"Just some plain tea is fine." Da Gu walked into the small square box in a daze, sat down blankly, and then held the cup of tea that Fang Zheng handed him, staring blankly at the box.

The room wasn't large, but it had a very warm feel, with a quietly burning fireplace, wooden furniture, warm blankets, a soft sofa, and a large computer in the corner.

With the unfathomable darkness outside the window and the faint noise of the ocean currents, the cabin gives one an indescribable sense of security.

As I drank the scalding hot tea, feeling the bitterness and subtle sweetness lingering on my taste buds, the discomfort brought about by the huge changes in my mental structure seemed to be quickly relieved.

After a moment, Daigo finally came to his senses. He looked at the smiling boy in front of him, his heart filled with doubt.

Is the boy actually a descendant of an ancient civilization?

Why am I able to transform into a giant of light?
Is Golzairba the culprit behind the destruction of the ancient world?
A multitude of questions welled up in his mind, prompting him to speak impatiently: "You... wait! How is Earth?"

His mental state recovered, and he finally remembered the battlefield he had forgotten. He stood up abruptly, his body began to emit a dazzling light, and he transformed back into Ultraman Tiga.

But as Tiga returned to his original form, a splitting headache and excruciating pain followed. His internal energy remained abundant, and his physical injuries were healed by the light, but the discomfort caused by the drastic change in his mental structure erupted once more.

"No need to rush!" Fang Zheng smiled and pressed Tiga's shoulder, tucking him back onto the sofa. "The battle is over, and the problems you're worried about have been resolved, so there's no need to rush. You can rest for a few minutes and adjust your mindset."

Fang Zheng pointed to the calm ocean currents outside the window. "You don't need to worry about the damage to the Earth. The aftershocks have been suppressed, and the Earth's rotation and orbital deviations have been corrected."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tiga suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, transformed back into Daigo, and sank into the soft sofa.

After staring blankly for a few minutes, Daigo finally adjusted his posture and looked at the relaxed-looking young man in front of him, and couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you? What did you mean by what you said in the pyramid?"

"As for me..." Fang Zheng replied with a smile, "You can basically think of me as some kind of god or deity."

"During my expansion, I discovered your world, and it became a part of me. In other words, you can also consider me as the universe itself."

"And why did you choose to help humanity?" Daigo looked at his hands. He could clearly sense that the light energy within him, though extremely abundant, was not inexhaustible, yet it seemed endless. "I remember you told Shinjo that you gave us a perpetual motion machine, so our energy was free..."

The radical change in life forms gave Daigo terrifying computational power that is unimaginable to humans.

Of all my memories, whether it was the time I spent sleeping in my mother's womb as an infant, the conflicts with classmates in elementary school, the complex emotions before I became the Giant of Light, or the vague nightmares that lingered in my dreams...

Even the slightest change in memory or the slightest fluctuation in emotion can be seen as clearly as the lines on the palm of one's hand, if one wants to.

All the knowledge and skills I had learned were now readily available and perfectly mastered when I recalled them.

If one is willing, one can view everything as if it were still, a high-speed thought process that allowed Daigo to repeatedly review all the details of his battle in a brief moment.

Among them, there is the inexhaustible supply of its own light energy, and the ever-flowing Fiery Lotus used by human civilization to fight monsters...

All of this implies that some being beyond our imagination has almost perfectly controlled the Earth.

The unlimited supply of light energy to itself and the other two Giants of Light means that it has completely deciphered its own energy fluctuations, supplying them with inexhaustible energy in a place they cannot even perceive.

The appearance of nuclear warheads out of thin air also means that the precision of this energy manipulation has reached a level of near-perfect mass-energy conversion.

The level of technology behind this is frighteningly advanced.

Spacetime manipulation, energy transfer, mass-energy conversion... and unfathomable, terrifying computing power.

Even considering the lowest possible estimate, this is something only a super interstellar civilization capable of traversing the stars could accomplish. And for such a civilization, destroying humanity, or even completely killing the three giants of light, including himself, would not be more troublesome than dealing with a single insect.

The more Daigo pondered, the more horrified he became, and couldn't help but ask, "If you are an existence like this, what is the point of helping humanity?"

"For you, for all of you, destroying humanity, or making humanity instantly equal to you, would be effortless, wouldn't it?"

"With such immense power, why would you help me become a giant of light, and help humanity fight against Golza and Melba?"

In the Middle Ages, some philosophers put forward this view in order to refute theism.

That is, if an omniscient and omnipotent God exists, then why do humans suffer disasters? Why does all suffering exist?

No matter how you think about it, you'll only get this answer.

Either there is no omniscient and omnipotent God at all, which is why suffering exists.

Or, there exists an omniscient and omnipotent God who simply doesn't care about humanity.

Or perhaps this god is an evil god, a scoundrel, and all the disasters and suffering that humanity has endured are deliberately caused by him.

Faced with Daigo's question, Fang Zheng simply smiled and replied again, "For me, the process has no meaning, and the result has no meaning either."

"But you need it, because people are not born to die, but to walk the path of life and make your own choices."

"Besides..." Fang Zheng pointed out the window. "No matter what my answer is, you will still do what you should do, what you want to do, right?"

"Mm," Daigo nodded.

"Alright!" Fang Zheng suddenly stood up, walked to the stove next to him, took out a huge, fragrant piece of meat, and then brought out a plate of fruit.

"Since you're already here, let's have a meal together."

"After you've rested, you should go do your own thing."

(End of this chapter)