An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 157 The Adventure in the Shaky Spotted Cave of Gongping Road (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Let's turn back time to that afternoon when Gongping's lower body was filled with hope.

The laboratory's stark white lights acted like a scalpel, precisely cutting through the cold, metallic space.

Gong Ping was firmly strapped to a specially made metal wheelchair, with intricate wires like parasitic vines winding out from his thighs and waist.

The other end was connected to several yellow rats with dull eyes and bulging cheeks, which were fixed to a metal frame.

These distant relatives of Ah Shui made Gong Ping feel uneasy.

Their eyes held an eerie numbness, and tiny sparks occasionally flew from the tips of their tails.

Akromah calls these yellow-skinned mice "Pikachu".

Akroma pushed up his signature glasses, strolled over, and spoke in the same flat tone one would use to introduce a lab rat.

"Don't be nervous, Gongping. This is probably the first time you've seen them. These little yellow-skinned creatures are as common as stray dogs in my hometown of Chengdu. They are part of the Alliance's most basic ecosystem."

He paused, his finger gracefully tracing across a screen displaying densely packed data.

"Interestingly, my database records a rather down-to-earth application of them. Did you know that these creatures, which are generally regarded as cute pets or cheap labor, release stable bioelectric currents that, at specific frequencies and intensities, have unexpected and remarkable effects on treating lower limb paralysis?"

"The principle is to use the bioelectricity stored in their bodies to provide precise nerve pulse stimulation, activating those dormant muscles. This process might be quite invigorating..."

Akromma hadn't finished speaking.

"Sizzle—!!!"

A violent current suddenly erupted from Gongping's paralyzed lower body without warning!

"Awoooo ...

Gongping's scream instantly shattered the silence of the laboratory.

He was thrown upwards from the chair by a violent electric current, then violently pulled back into place by the restraints, his eyes bulging and saliva flying uncontrollably.

He felt as if a high-voltage electrical box had been stuffed into his pelvis, and every nerve was being repeatedly pierced by millions of red-hot steel needles.

Immense pain instantly engulfed the very edges of his consciousness, and darkness surged in like a tidal wave.

Faint! Faint quickly! This is the only way out!
Just as Gongping was about to turn his eyes back and activate his body's protective mechanisms to end this hellish torture,

"Don't faint!"

Akroma's voice was as cold as a scalpel.

"Stay awake! Say prime numbers! Prime numbers! Only by enduring this new electric shock in a state of absolute wakefulness can your paralyzed nerve endings reconnect and regain lost sensation and vitality! Quickly! Say prime numbers!"

"Quality...quality what?"

Gong Ping wept uncontrollably, uttering soul-searching questions during the intervals between electric shocks.

Akromar pulled out his trump card, but Gongping had never heard of "prime numbers" before; he had only heard the quick-gun team members curse them, these peasants, for lacking "quality."

"Ah... Lord Akromma, all I know is how much a bowl of noodles costs. What's a prime number? Is it tasty?"

Gongping's astonishing wisdom caused Akromma's blood pressure to soar. This daily wage master, the king of cheating rooms, and Miss Liuli's ultimate dream man was a genuine illiterate!

Even the elegant blue bangs on his forehead seemed to curl up in anger.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to shove Gongping, along with his wheelchair, into the particle collider, he changed his tone to one of disdain, as if speaking to a mentally challenged child.

"Fine, I'll ask you this: what's 1000 minus 7? Keep subtracting 7 and keep doing it! Don't stop!"

“9…993…”

Gongping used all his strength to squeeze out this number during the intervals in the current.

"continue!"

"985..."

He struggled to utter the next number, his mind feeling like it was filled with scalding paste.

"Reduce it again!"

“9…979…”

Gong Ping's voice was already choked with sobs. He was like an old, broken tape recorder, and after 993 he started rambling incoherently, the numbers he wrote were crooked and disjointed, a truly pitiful sight.

His mathematical ability was clearly inversely proportional to his loyalty to Miss Ruri; he only got the first number right, and the rest of the answers immediately became incomprehensible.

Akromar had come to a complete understanding of the tragically incompetent mathematical abilities of the person before him.

But when he looked at Gongping's face, which was contorted with pain, and saw that he was still conscious, he gave up the idea of ​​tutoring him in math.

He then stared intently at the instrument data, hoping for a miracle, even if it was just a tiny fluctuation on the instrument indicating a response in his lower limbs.

However, despite the Pikachus' best efforts to generate electricity and Gongping's desperate screams and incoherent ramblings, the instrument screen remained as still as a dead dog, stubbornly maintaining a lifeless straight line.

Akroma slowly took off his glasses and rubbed his throbbing temples.

The look in his eyes behind the glasses had shifted from "astounding wisdom" to the brink of "super angry rage".

He paused for a few seconds, then made a gesture to his assistant.

The electric shocks finally stopped.

Gong Ping, like a fish out of water, lay slumped in his wheelchair, panting heavily. The exhaustion from surviving the ordeal made him think the torture was over.

Just as he was about to faint, Akromma's voice returned to its usual chilling calm.

"Don't worry, Gongping. What happened just now was just an appetizer. What follows is the key to helping you stand up again. I know you like that internet celebrity named Liuli, right?"

"Ho-"

Upon hearing this name, Gongping felt as if his heart was being gripped by an icy hand.

This was his deepest secret, known to no one except Ah Shui and Mr. Mo Zhen. How could this man have known?!
Clearly, Gong Ping, being illiterate, completely underestimated the terrifying power of internet big data. Akroma knew far more than he imagined.

Soon, Gongping's heart began to pound wildly, and he immediately thought of countless terrible things!

Oh no, did this guy... steal Miss Ruri's...?

But when Gongping thought of this, his imagination suddenly stalled.

Because he suddenly realized that his brain had experienced too many intense shocks and seemed to have developed resistance to everything about Miss Ruri.

Even if the other party does something to Miss Liuli, it seems I won't react any more violently than before...

Akroma seemed to read his mind and said slowly, "Don't worry, the surprise I've prepared for you is incredibly valuable material, unlike anything you'd find on the market. To be honest, before seeing this, I had no idea this woman had such a daring spirit of exploration. Hmph, you probably wouldn't believe it, would you? She's not as simple as you think! I know you already know some of this woman's secrets, but don't worry, this video will definitely give you an unexpected surprise!"

He gestured to his assistant to turn on the huge screen in the center of the laboratory.

The screen lights up.

As soon as the scene began, Gongping's eyes widened suddenly, his brain buzzing and trembling, as if he had discovered a new continent.

In the background, Miss Ruri's face is filled with an excited and encouraging smile.

Her companion, the adorable squiggly spotted dog, stood at the entrance of a dark cave, hesitant to venture into the darkness of the mountainside, its little face filled with fear of the unknown world.

"Go for it, Little Spotty! Today is the day you become a warrior!"

Ms. Ruri's voice was infectious as she waved her arms vigorously, cheering on Kokoro.

"Don't be afraid! The treasure is inside! Be brave! Overcome your fear! Go in! Explore! Discover your own miracle! I believe in you!"

Clearly, this video depicts an outdoor adventure, seemingly themed around treasure hunting in a cave.

The shaky spotted dog, which had been hesitant and a little scared, seemed to be ignited by its owner's enthusiasm, and its little eyes became determined.

After a period of internal struggle involving spinning in place and stomping its feet, it finally clenched its little fists.

It mustered its courage, cautiously peered into the narrow, deep, dark cave, and then... began to crawl inside!

This is not an ordinary cave, but a treasure cave protected by mysterious magic.

Legend has it that this cave contains the most precious treasure of the elven world—the Fountain of Life.

However, finding and liberating this spring is no easy task, because ancient dark magic exists within this dark cave.

Once inside this dark cave, one will encounter unknown resistance generated by dark energy.

Madara's purpose in this trip is to liberate the legendary Fountain of Life, which was sealed by dark forces, so that the miracle of life can emerge once again.

The cave was incredibly narrow, and under the influence of dark magic, the surrounding rock walls seemed to come alive, relentlessly crushing the body of the swaying figure.

Shaking Spot struggled to move forward inside, each step accompanied by resistance from dark magic and a suffocating sense of oppression.

It struggled against the power of dark magic with all its might, its little paws desperately clawing at the surrounding rock walls, its tiny body tightly enveloped in darkness.

This unknown and powerful dark force kept pushing its body outward, preventing it from exploring the treasures inside the cave.

But it did not give up, because Miss Liuli's cheers continued to come from outside the cave.

"Little Spotty! Keep going! That's it! Push your way in, overcome your fear! You can do it, there's treasure inside! Keep going, Little Spotty! You're the best!!"

Under the continuous and passionate encouragement of Ms. Ruri, Kokoro burst forth with amazing perseverance!

It resisted the outward-pushing dark magic time and time again, striving, going deeper and deeper!

The tiny body painstakingly explored and forged its way through the dark tunnel!

Boom—

Finally, after countless attempts, it successfully overcame the obstruction of dark magic and liberated the legendary Fountain of Life.

A spring brimming with life force gushed forth from the dark cave, cascading down the mountainside.

Miss Liuli rushed up and hugged Huanghuangban tightly, her face flushed with pride and excitement.

"Ha...ha...ha...That's fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! Little Scabbers! You did it! I knew you could do it! You're the best explorer!"

The film ends abruptly with Miss Liuli's triumphant smile.

"Hooohoo ...

Sitting in his wheelchair, Gongping watched the video in front of him and instantly unleashed a powerful burst of life energy!

His body seemed to be irrigated by the fountain of life, and his howl was filled with the most primal life force, ten or even nine times stronger than when he was electrocuted before!
On the screen, the image of the swaying figure bravely advancing through the dark cave, overcoming obstacles, and exploring for treasure exploded in his mind like a mental nuclear bomb!

This inspirational adventure documentary seems to have reawakened the pioneering and exploratory spirit that had been dormant within Gong Ping.

There was a time when he also hoped to become an explorer, to explore mysterious treasures in caves full of unknowns.

But with the paralysis of his lower limbs, all of this became an unattainable luxury.

But at this moment, his paralyzed lower limbs seemed to resonate with the swaying spots as they struggled forward in their drilling, and began to tremble wildly.

This pioneering spirit was like a heavy hammer, relentlessly forcing Gongping's lower limb nerves.

"Miss Ruri—!! The Shining Spot—!! The Dark Cave—!! The Fountain of Life—!! Adventure! Adventure!! Adventure!!!"

Like a completely crazed trapped beast, he unleashed incredible strength in his wheelchair, struggling frantically to stand up!

The restraints creaked and groaned as he pulled them!
He roared, his body leaning forward violently, as if he wanted to leap into the screen and join that great adventure!

Driven by extreme madness, he exerted all his strength, trying to stand up again with his paralyzed lower limbs and explore the cave that belonged to him!
"Hmphh ...

With a deep, angry roar, Gong Ping took off with an air of resolute determination!
He was thrown from his wheelchair and crashed heavily onto the cold, hard ground, like a fish that was still thrashing about after being pulled out of the water.

Akroma stared at the instrument screen with a blank expression throughout.

The curve that symbolizes the nerve response in the lower limbs stubbornly remains at a despairing horizontal line, without even a hint of upward movement.

At that moment, his eyes behind his glasses turned completely cold.

He walked slowly to Gongping, who was lying on the ground and still convulsing from his adventurous spirit, his voice unusually calm.

"Thank you for your hard work, Gongping."

He gently patted Gongping with his gloved hand, as if comforting a failed lab rat.

"It seems today's rehabilitation treatment was quite intense. You must be exhausted."

Akroma stood up and gestured to his assistant. A mask was gently placed over Gongping's mouth and nose.

"Now is the dream time you've been longing for most. Go see your beloved Miss Liuli..."

Akroma's voice was like a hypnotic spell. Looking at Gongping's increasingly dazed eyes as he inhaled the pink gas, a cruel smile that she could no longer suppress finally appeared on her face.

"In my dream, there is a final trial specially designed for you. This time... I refuse to believe you can't stand up again!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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