MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 352 Light!
Inside the secluded shelter, a series of soft, rhythmic knocking sounds emanated from the broken drainpipe. Lina, who was guarding the shelter, slowly opened her only eye and watched as an exhausted Daigo emerged from the garbage heap, collapsed to the ground, and rested for a long time.

"Little Lina, I'm so glad you've been waiting! Look what I brought back!"

Even though he was in a terrible mood after witnessing that scene, Daigo forced himself to smile and shook the naked rat in his hand.

"Welcome back..." Lina's voice was weak and devoid of emotion. Her body remained still, like a piece of dead, rotting flesh.

Daigo looked into her only eye, into that dim, numb gaze, and after a long silence, whispered:

"Lina, we can survive, we definitely can!"

After saying that, Daigo put the naked rat in a small pot, smashed it with a stone, and ground its bones, flesh, and skin into a paste without wasting a single bit.

Fuel is hard to find on this ruined land, and even if it is found, the heat released when it is lit will easily attract some Ebron cell mutants.

Before the Lord of the Dark Light, Ultraman Tiga, descended upon this land, humanity discovered a special type of cell on a strange meteorite, which was named the Ebloon cell.

It can evolve at an incredibly fast pace compared to natural evolution, depending on the environment.

Such evolution alone is already astonishing. People at that time studied it, intending to use it as a basis to try to strengthen the human body, so that astronauts and extraterrestrial colonists could better adapt to harsh environments.

However, a scientist named Ryosuke Sanada later noticed that cells left behind by this unknown life form, called Ebloon cells, would undergo exponential growth once stimulated by an electric current, even though their evolution was already extremely rapid.

Ebloon cells can directly utilize electric current, which serves as an energy source for their rapid evolution and also acts as a catalyst.

Therefore, all Ebron cell variants possess a keen sense of energy.

Thermal energy, as a byproduct that is extremely easy to be generated by a massive electrical energy system, will also be pursued by the Ebron cell mutants when they cannot find an electrical magnetic field.

Based on this, the Lord of the Corrupted Light, who rules the Earth, deliberately scattered some of the Ebron cells on the ground.

This made it almost impossible for the survivors and resistance fighters on the ruined land to develop industrial systems on the surface and in the shallow subsurface, or even to cook food using heat.

People can only hide deep underground like rats and cockroaches in order to barely escape the pursuit of these pitiful former kin.

Similarly, the inability to cook food is one of the reasons why surface survivors struggle to survive.

The radiation and pollution that permeated the entire land caused some surviving plants and animals to undergo tremendous mutations.

Such mutations bring a huge risk of infection.

Like this naked rat, whose body is covered with numerous tumors, it can even break through the limitations of biology and "infect" humans.

But that no longer matters, because Daigo and Rena's bodies were already riddled with various native tumors, both inside and out.

After a lot of effort, Daigo fed Rena, and after she had eaten most of it, he licked the last bit of meat paste out of the pot.

To be honest, Daigo knew that he and his sister wouldn't live much longer, but a little bit of resentment still lingered in his parched heart.

He knew perfectly well that killing Lina was the better choice for her.

Compared to myself, whose body is covered with various malignant tumors and diseases, and who is constantly enduring immense pain.

Lina's body was almost completely invaded by the mutated tumor, and even her internal organs and bones were eroded away, leaving her as a barely alive lump of flesh. The pain she endured was even more intense.

On this land, the various malicious pollutants and mutated viruses never seemed to be designed to kill humans or spread.

Its sole and primary purpose is to inflict pain on the survivors, pain so intense it is unimaginable.

However, for some reason, every time the pain reached a critical point that he could no longer bear, Daigo would feel as if something had entered his heart and violently ripped away all the pain, despair, and suffering.

Daigo sometimes wondered why that damned Lord of the Defiled Light would deliberately allow so many survivors and rebels to live.

Aside from using it for fun, that's probably the main reason.

When these children, mass-produced by artificial wombs and virtual worlds, have their inner hope and courage, along with their souls and vitality, extracted by the light factor conversion device, the remaining residue can once again be used to extract power through pain.

After they finished eating, the two quietly snuggled together.

Perhaps because he had eaten something after a long time, Daigo felt warm all over, and the excruciating pain from the various tumors and diseases that covered his body gradually faded away.

He had a dream...

A shooting star fell from the sky.

Cold, residual droplets of nutrient solution, mixed with the stench of its own excrement, slowly seeped from the ruptured culture bag of the artificial uterus.

The waste named Daigo was expelled from the cultivation pod that landed on the ground. He curled up on the filth, his empty, numb eyes staring at another small body lying on the ground as well.

His thin body was as light as a withered leaf, and each breath he took was a hoarse, rattling sound like a broken bellows, with the rise and fall of his chest so faint as to be almost invisible.

Inside the incubation chamber, his body, which had never undergone any normal exercise, was extremely thin. Although there was some electrical stimulation, preventing his muscles from completely atrophying, he was still unable to get up for a while.
Feeling the pain all over his body, with numb and empty eyes and a parched soul, Daigo slowly regained his ability to think.

Then, before he could move again, a nearby survivor arrived, licked up the remaining nutrient solution on the ground, and took Daigo and Rena back.

Take it back as... food

Whether it was luck or misfortune, the inhuman boy who brought the two back in that dilapidated hidden crevice died from an outbreak of disease before he could even properly devour them.

Before dying in agony, the man whose name Daigo still doesn't know pointed out the location of his stored food and supplies and gave him a notebook. Later, as Daigo and Rena gradually regained their mobility, they learned about their predicament through the notebook left by the deceased.

They survived the first month on the little food they left behind, struggling to live on this dead land.

This period of time gradually emerges in Daigo's dream, and then gradually recedes.

He dreamt of the past, of that illusory world, a dream he hadn't had in a long time.

I dreamt of a computer-generated virtual world where two people with stiff, rigid faces, wearing stiff smiles every day, played with Daigo as his "father" and "mother."

Then, all of this began to regress.

Daigo "dreamed" of a void.

I dreamt of "light" and "dragons" fighting.

In the endless void, flowers, grass, death, life, the sun, moon, and stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, the birth and death of the universe, the flow of time… all of these together form a “dragon.”

A dragon with endless heads, endless bodies, endless limbs, an indescribable creature.

The "dragon" was letting out a roar that shook the universe, and opposite it was a giant whose body was surrounded by silver, deep purple and crimson light, and whose eyes were calm.

Their battle transcended Daigo's comprehension; time was torn apart, space groaned, and cause and effect shattered.

The giant of light cleaved out a head with a hand chop, and the "dragon" that had its head severed let out a wail. What was severed was not flesh and blood, but a possibility, a tributary, a tributary with cause and effect in a loop, without beginning or end.

"Tiga?" In his dream, Daigo saw the form of that damned Lord of Defilement.

"Dragon! Go for it! Don't lose to him!"

The thin child gritted his teeth, his parched heart bursting forth with long-dormant fury.

However, his calls had no effect, and the dragon continued to retreat.

However, in the midst of this grand war, the giant of light seemed to hear Daigo's call.

He turned around abruptly, his milky-white gaze, filled with boundless compassion, pierced through the endless barriers of time and space, locking onto Daigo through that extremely faint resonance of information.

Tiga's eyes saw Daigo, saw the glimmer of hope still lingering in the deepest recesses of his soul, in that almost withered soul.

No words.

Tiga simply gave him a deep look.

The next instant, the giant crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the azure gem suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!
Endless light exploded in the void, forcefully invading the endless limbs and endless possibilities of the Time-Space Dragon.

"Well--!"

In real life, the child suddenly arched his body, like a shrimp that had been scalded.

"Daigo! What's wrong?" Lina, who was also asleep, was awakened by Daigo's movements.

She watched as her brother's body convulsed and trembled on the ground.

Is Daigo finally going to die?
And you, too, will follow closely behind and die together, right?

A faint smile appeared on Lina's lips, hidden behind the tumor, as she stretched out her only hand and grasped Daigo's.

Feeling the tremor, she whispered, "Brother Daigo, I'm here, I'm here... I'll stay with you, forever..."

However, gradually, Lina felt the trembling in her hands subside.

Daigo lay motionless on the ground, covered in sweat, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, he coughed violently, and some dirty, viscous fluid from the diseased tissue spurted out.

Following closely behind, the previously labored breathing quickly became even and powerful.

He struggled to slowly prop himself up, his soul, which had been nearly drained of its life force and repeatedly stripped of its despairing and painful emotions, now withered away.

A faint light shone in those numb, empty eyes.

"So warm..."

Daigo placed his hand on his chest.

A firm and powerful heartbeat is throbbing.

It was a familiar feeling, a feeling he had almost forgotten.

Before being expelled from the artificial womb cultivation chamber, I was still in a dream world, deceived by those despicable dramas time and time again, and having my inner light constantly drained.

Back then, whenever Daigo saw "Tiga" defeat a monster, he would cheer and shout "Tiga!" with his friends and buddies.

That light emanating from the heart is so warm.

(End of this chapter)