MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 95 A Better Tributary
"Etc., etc!!!"

Fang Zheng quickly said, "Why are you all talking about this again for no reason?"

"I think I understand now. You mean the splitting of the spacetime tributaries is restricted, there are no more possibilities, and it will just keep repeating itself, so you can only repeat the same things over and over again. So you're tired of living, right?"

"Then there's no need for it to self-destruct!"

He thought for a moment, then said, "If you really feel that repeating the same thing over and over again is getting a bit tedious, then you can turn the entire spaceship into a fish, and I'll just pack you all up and try to go to the other distant tributaries you mentioned."

"I could even try bringing you into my world, or even using a Nether portal to take you to other worlds!"

"You guys have inexplicably gotten tired of living. Go to some new and exciting place, and maybe you won't want to die anymore?"

However, faced with Fang Zheng's doubts, the Taiyin Divine Emperor could only shake his head helplessly.

"Fang Zheng, you are indeed a kind person, but the solution you came up with is useless to us."

The voice of the Taiyin God Emperor carried a deep weariness. "To put it another way, you can think of dark matter as a juicer, and us as the residue."

"Huh?" Fang Zheng was confused. "Why do you think of it as a juicer?"

"Because we are residue, residue after all possibilities have been squeezed out."

The voice of the Taiyin God Emperor was deep and resonant.

"Destruction does not originate from anything else, but from an inherent attribute of ours."

Since spacetime has countless branches, and these branches continue to split into even more branches, theoretically, have all possibilities been exhausted in these countless branches?
If spacetime has infinite possibilities, then theoretically every tributary should be a main trunk, without a specific main body, but a vast network composed of countless tributaries and countless possibilities.

Everything has two sides, good and bad, positive and negative.

If a spacetime branch is destroyed, does that mean that the spacetime branch has been pushed to the opposite side, to the bad side?
What about its positive side, the good side?

When everything in the tributaries of time and space is shrouded in destruction, the remaining possibilities will not disappear into thin air or inexplicably dry up, but will flow into other tributaries.

Pure destruction is like subtraction?

Unconditionally eliminating one possibility after another leads to their demise.

This means that bad possibilities are constantly being eliminated, while good possibilities are constantly being concentrated.

Perhaps one day, when all the heavens are extinguished and the endless streams of time and space dry up, the most incredible possibility will gather in the last tributary, which is also the last main stream.

When the ultimate mainstream of spacetime is also destroyed, when the end of spacetime spreads simultaneously from the past and the future, the final river of spacetime will finally be extinguished.

The ultimate and most incredible possibility will be completely concentrated and completely erupted.

The Taiyin God Emperor looked up at the sky, seemingly gazing at those who, beyond the endless expanse of time and space, in those more distant tributaries of time and space, possessed entirely different possibilities and were heading towards better ones.

His tone was hazy and distant: "Fang Zheng, perhaps when you first arrived, we had even more possibilities."

"But now that the time-space battleship has been officially built, our possibilities have been exhausted. Of all our possibilities, all the good ones have been separated, leaving only the bad ones."

"Just as flames burn and water flows, this spontaneous destruction is already a fundamental attribute of the tributary of our spacetime itself."

The voice of the Taiyin God Emperor carried a hint of helplessness.

"But..." Fang Zheng was still puzzled, "If that's the case, why did you ask me to destroy you?"

"If your destruction is a self-needed desire, then you can destroy yourselves!"

"As I've heard online, when someone keeps saying they want to commit suicide, it doesn't mean they actually want to kill themselves, but rather they're seeking help from others."

"A person who really wants to commit suicide will never go around telling everyone that they want to commit suicide; instead, they will die quietly and anonymously."

"Since you're seeking my help, doesn't that mean you don't really have to be destroyed?" "Since you want to seek my help, it means you still have the will to survive, and you don't really want to completely destroy yourselves, right?"

The Taiyin Divine Emperor shook his head and continued, "No, we really only have the worst possibility left, and this is not an exaggeration."

“But…” he pointed to the dark matter at the origin and future of time, “our destruction can never be complete.”

"Fang Zheng, when we approach the dark matter realm at the end of time, all living beings will turn into malice."

"As for us, when we first discovered this strange phenomenon, it was not the first time we had become malicious in our pursuit of exploring it."

"Upon reaching the point in time and space and becoming a malicious individual, an unimaginable instinct tells us that this is not the first, nor will it be the last, act of destruction."

"There is probably something that repeatedly brings us back to life, repeatedly resurrects us, and repeatedly oppresses us with the destruction of dark matter."

"And so, again and again, again and again, again and again..."

"Repeatedly, like making use of waste, we force out all our possibilities and potential through absolute destruction."

"To squeeze out our ultimate, incredible possibilities, separate them, and bring them together into some possible main trunk."

"Even if we perish this time, it will still be repeated in the future, and we will be exploited again and again."

"Therefore..." All the beings in the space-time warship once again made a request to Fang Zheng.

"Please take us, these chewed-up scraps, into utter destruction, into final peace!"

After a long while, Fang Zheng sighed silently. "I think I understand."

Inside the time-space warship, all life forms smiled silently. They collectively began to self-destruct, leaving only the time-space warship itself, twisting and turning, enveloping the remaining approximately 200 million years of the long river of time with its countless tributaries under the darkness of the past and future.

Immediately, the spaceship transformed into a fish and was collected by Fang Zheng using an iron bucket.

The last words of the beings aboard the time-space warship echoed amidst a void where time and space ceased to exist and darkness rapidly spread: "Fang Zheng, although we have perished, the time-space warship we created by your button still exists."

"If you are willing, please take this gift to other more distant and beautiful tributaries of time and space, to those of us who are moving towards a better possibility."

"In the very end, if all that we envision happens, all of space and time will be squeezed out of its last possibility and repeated over and over again."

"Then, if you witness that scene, please destroy the world, cut off all the possibilities of our rebirth, our exploitation, our exhaustion, and the recurring reenactments."

"If it were you, you could probably do it."

"Is that so..." Fang Zheng stood in the endless void, where even the river of time had been taken away, and all that could be seen was endless dark matter slowly enveloping him.

This void is like the void of the Minecraft world, with only two bright spots remaining.

One is a world created by Fang Zheng's roar, spreading towards the distant dark matter.

There is another one, which is an even larger world created by Fang Zheng's roar in the Boundary Sea.

The spaceship left behind a final guide, which led Fang Zheng to the edge of that vast world.

There is a hole there.

That was the scar left by the tributaries of time and space when Fang Zheng's roar shattered the river of time and space and broke the cause and effect. It was a channel that could spread to more distant tributaries of time and space, those tributaries that might have better possibilities.

Fang Zheng sighed: "This is truly inexplicable..."

Then he stepped inside.

(End of this chapter)