An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 162 Zhu Lan's Guidance, The Mouse and the Sun (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

As Gongping convulsed and wailed on the ground, Akromma wore a cold, all-encompassing smile.

He calmly pulled an inconspicuous object from the inside pocket of his white coat—a dark brown wooden clapper.

Through numerous previous experiments combining specific frequency sound waves with electric shock punishment, it has been found that the sound wave frequency emitted when the clapper is struck can precisely interfere with and suppress active areas in the brain related to the "Gongping" personality.

The sound of the clapper was like an invisible switch, instantly shutting down his personality and forcibly switching him to the docile and numb experimental Rada mode.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk!"

Three crisp, cold clapper sounds, each with a distinctive frequency, rang out.

Gongping curled up there, completely silent, as if he had entered Akromma's preset standby mode.

"Hmph, did you see that, Mo Zhen?"

Akroma's face lit up with extreme smugness, like a nouveau riche eager to show off his treasures to his crush, as he elegantly weighed the metal clapper in his hand.

"Your cries, your constraints, are nothing but bubbles that burst at the slightest touch before my meticulously designed scientific creation! Look at it now, this is the great power of science! And what about you?"

He spread his hands, pointing at Luca and Xiao Huolong, his voice filled with the smugness of a victor.

"Your spirits are one dying and one crippled, and you yourself are surrounded by my loyal partners, with guns pointed at you! Mo Zhen, you are completely finished! Everything you were so proud of has been crushed by my science! Admit it, you have been conquered by my science!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he were about to unleash all the emotions that had been building up for so long.

In front of Mo Zhen, his pride in his calmness and rationality always seemed to crumble, a feeling that was both unfamiliar and fascinating to him.

“Do you know, Mo Zhen? I have never felt such a strong desire to investigate any individual! From the first time you teased me with that absurd stage play, you became an unsolvable mystery in the scientific world! Your existence, your behavioral logic, and the indescribable power within you, they attract me like a magnet, and erode my rationality like poison!”

He opened his arms wide, as if revealing his greatest secret and unleashing his desire to express himself.

"Yes, I admit it! I have suffered countless humiliations on my journey to uncover your secrets! I was even tricked by this lowly rat with ridiculous lies! It was a blatant trampling of my scientific dignity! But I never gave up! I find it unbelievable even to myself! It doesn't make sense to my scientific logic! The only explanation is..."

Akromar's eyes suddenly turned incredibly fervent, as if he had discovered the ultimate truth of the universe.

"You! Mo Zhen! You are the ultimate mystery at the end of science! Your existence is the ultimate answer to my lifelong pursuit! You are the only key to explain these abnormal behaviors of mine!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace a great future.

"Now! I can finally have my wish fulfilled! Next, I will use the most sophisticated instruments and the most rigorous methods to dissect you and study you bit by bit! From every cell of yours to every breath you take, I will explore the essence of your incredible bondage magic! This will be the greatest exploration of the frontiers of science!"

"vomit--!"

Carbin could no longer hold back and began to retch, leaning against the container next to him.

Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with terror.

"This is insane... How can there be such a pervert in this world! He's even more disgusting than the Poison Smoke Squad and those traitors!"

Colt also gasped, his grip on the gun tightening slightly, and his eyes filled with horror and disbelief as he looked at Akromma.

"He...he actually came from the Johto region! I knew this guy was crazy, but I didn't expect him to be this...completely crazy!"

The handsome man was stunned, clutching his chest in shock and muttering to himself.

"My God... Even though this guy is a scumbag scientist, his taste... his eye for talent... the charm of this handsome man is truly irresistible!"

The hero sees the same.

The handsome man's expression, amidst terror, strangely revealed a hint of agreement...

The atmosphere in the warehouse instantly became extremely eerie.

The guns remained locked in a standoff, but everyone's attention was unsettled by Akromma's sudden scientific declaration.

Akroma, however, was completely absorbed in his own excitement, oblivious to the world around him.

"Before we begin that great research, let's do a fun little experiment! I'm really curious to know what kind of interesting expression you'll have on your face when you're betrayed and attacked by a trainer you once 'cherished'? That will definitely be the most valuable experimental data!"

He turned sharply to Gongping, who was curled up on the ground, and shouted in an unquestionable commanding tone.

"Experimental Rattata 114514! Target locked—Mozhen! Activate skill [Bite]!"

[Ughh ...

Before Gongping could react, Xiaomengzi seemed to have been bitten hard, letting out a deafening squeal.

Its round body trembled violently, its two small red bean eyes were tightly covered by its short, thick pig hooves, and it howled hysterically.

【No! I don't want to watch! I don't want to watch that nonsense!!! Take it away, take it away now! I don't want to watch this damn local drama anymore, Lord Mo Zhen, take me away, I want to eat purple eggs, just shoot me with your Uzi submachine gun!!!】

Its scream was filled with a twisted possessiveness and a near-collapse of jealousy, as if it were about to witness an unforgivable blasphemy.

Gong Ping was immersed in a kind of pilgrimage-like tranquility.

He mustered the greatest courage of his life, his gaze piercing through the smoke and chaos, cautiously looking into Mo Zhen's eyes.

Mo Zhen was also looking at him.

There was no despair or anger in those eyes, only a resolute gaze that would never abandon or give up.

That gaze was like a beam of light, piercing through all of Gong Ping's filth and wretchedness, reaching the depths of his broken soul.

Mr. Mo Zhen... he's looking at me...

In that instant when their eyes met, all the images of Mo Zhen in Gong Ping's eyes—that dazzling red suit, that beautiful and charming face, those deep golden eyes—suddenly burst into flames!

The light grew brighter and brighter.

He is no longer an elegant artist, no longer a mysterious strongman; he is a blazing, dazzling sun that illuminates the darkness!
Mr. Mo Zhen...

Ah, Mr. Mo Zhen…

Hmph, Mr. Mo Zhen...

Oh my god, Mr. Mo Zhen!
The light was too intense and too dazzling, instantly igniting everything remaining in Gongping's body, bringing pain even greater than the experiment, but also a kind of mad desire like a moth drawn to a flame!
Who am I? I am Gongping! I am his trainer!

All my efforts, my descent into depravity, my escapism, even my transformation into a rat...

It's all because of you, Mr. Mo Zhen!
I don't want to disappoint you! I don't want to be a stain on your reputation! I don't want you to see me like this!

You are the sun, and I am a rat in the sewers. Even if your light burns me to ashes, I will still...

"No way—!!!"

Gongping unleashed an inhuman, hysterical roar that tore through the air, drowning out Xiaomengzi's screams and Akromma's commands.

"You're not allowed to touch him!!! He's my sun!!!"

To everyone's utter astonishment, the "experimental Rattata" suddenly unleashed a terrifying speed comparable to that of a real Rattata!

Using only the strength of his upper limbs, he sprang up from the ground like a spring, like a gray lightning bolt, with a mad urge to perish together, and rushed straight at Akromah!
hiss-

The sound of teeth digging into flesh is sickening.

Gongping used [Bite] on Akromma's slender legs!!!
"Oh my god, oh ...

Akromana's cold mask shattered instantly, replaced by extreme terror and excruciating pain!
He screamed like a terrified sissy, tears streaming down his face, completely losing all composure.

"Let me go! Let go of my legs! Ughh ...

The warehouse was deathly silent, then erupted in uproar!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden and dramatic change!
The speed and ferocity that Gong Ping unleashed at this moment were completely beyond the realm of humanity! Thomson stroked the speaker in his arms, recalling it vividly.

"Fuck! What the hell? Could this really be a Rattata? I've seen Rattatas bite people before, and they're just as ferocious!"

Ho ho ho——

At the critical moment, four purple fleshy walls moved instantly, and they were the four powerful mentors who were leading Gong Ping to a new life!

They reacted extremely quickly, their fists whistling through the air, mercilessly striking Gongping, who was pouncing on Akroma's legs!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Heavy, muffled thuds rang out one after another.

Gong Ping was sent flying like a tattered sack, curled up on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his body convulsing violently, clearly having suffered a severe injury.

"Trash! Garbage! Bastard! Bitch! Lowly rat!"

Akroma clutched his bleeding leg, his face contorted in pain. His previous mad scientist demeanor vanished, replaced by a furious and insulting roar.

"You vile, filthy sewer rat, how dare you bite me?! You beastly bastard, you deserve to die in the stinking sewer!"

He attempted to use the most vicious language to demote Gong Ping back to the dust, in order to regain his lost dignity.

However, Gongping, who was curled up on the cold ground and enduring excruciating pain, ignored Akromah's insults and didn't even glance at the four ferocious-looking monsters.

He simply and very slowly reached out his battered, mud- and blood-stained hand toward the figure in the red suit amidst the smoke of battle.

With fingers spread wide, fingertips trembling slightly, yet carrying an indescribable persistence and longing, as if gathering the power to pierce through all darkness and despair.

That posture represents a soul sinking into endless darkness, using its last bit of strength to reach for that unattainable light, yet the only light that can illuminate its life.

Like the hand of Adam in Michelangelo's painting, about to touch the fingertips of the Creator as it traverses chaos.

Not seeking redemption, but merely a rat crawling in the dark sewers, yearning to get a little closer... a little closer to his sun.

Bollywood, the Witch's Cafe.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans, along with a faint, cool fragrance that seemed to emanate from the snow-capped peaks.

By the window, a figure stood out like a frozen silhouette, completely out of place amidst the hustle and bustle of the café.

She was dressed in a sharply tailored black gown, which enveloped her like the night itself.

Her waist-length blonde hair shimmered with an almost holy glow under the light, and a few strands fell beside her cheeks, making her profile look as perfect as a classical sculpture.

Simply sipping Blue Mountain coffee in silence, the elegance and aloofness exuded in every gesture unconsciously silenced the surrounding noise.

Her gaze did not linger on the coffee in front of her, but rather transcended time and space, landing on the empty chair where Mo Zhen had once sat.

"The show must have already started, right?"

Zhu Lan's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing the surface of water.

"It's a pity I can't be there to witness this grand event. I'd like to give you a round of applause as the director and lead actor."

A fleeting, mysterious smile played on her lips, as brief as a night-blooming cereus.

Zhu Lan put down her coffee cup, and the sound of bone china lightly tapping the rim of the saucer was crisp and pleasant.

Her fingertips unconsciously traced a circle along the rim of the glass, and the playfulness in her tone subtly settled into a confident air that carried the air of a guide.

"Mo Zhen, this is all I can do to help you. It's time for you to see some of the truths of this world with your own eyes. Some things are better seen and remembered than explained in words."

The words of this mysterious woman carried a hint of a partner-like reminder, built upon some underlying consensus.

It was as if they shared some unknown secret.

Her gaze suddenly shifted, as if piercing through the walls of the café and the hustle and bustle of the city, landing precisely on a dark corner of a warehouse in the distant city of Liyong.

There, a thin figure fell down like a trampled rat.

The last trace of warmth in Zhu Lan's eyes from her conversation with Mo Zhen vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling indifference, as if looking down upon dust.

Her tone became flat and emotionless, and she parted her red lips slightly to utter cold words.

"The road has been paved to this point, little mouse... don't let me down."

Inside Warehouse No. 7, the pervasive smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood and rust was pungent and filled with despair.

In the heart of this mess, Gongping lay curled up on the cold, dirty ground like a discarded rag.

The excruciating pain left by the heavy punches of the superhuman instructors screamed wildly through his bones and internal organs.

Blood foam spilled uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, staining the dust beneath him red.

However, those eyes, which had once been filled with numbness and despair, now burned with an almost insane light.

He stared at the sunlight, and with all the strength he had left, he crawled forward inch by inch, relying only on his still functional upper limbs.

The warehouse was deathly silent, save for the sounds of Gong Ping crawling, his fingernails scraping the ground, and his heavy breathing.

The members of the quick-draw team, including the well-informed Carbin, Gatling, and Handsome, all wore expressions of disbelief and horror.

They watched as the man, who should have been shattered to pieces by an attack with superhuman strength capable of splitting rocks and shattering stone, was still wriggling and moving forward!
This is absolutely not the vitality that humans should have! It's more like some kind of... monster in human skin!

"No...it's impossible...how is he still alive?!"

Colt instinctively took a half step back, his palms sweating as he gripped the gun.

"A monster! He's definitely a monster!"

A henchman from the toxic smoke squad said in a trembling voice.

Akroma clutched his bleeding, throbbing leg, his rage replaced by disbelief and apprehension.

Behind the glasses, his eyes were fixed on Gongping, trying to explain this illogical scene with science.

"How can he still move forward? Could it be that the previous experiments caused a mutation in his body?! This...this doesn't make sense!"

But Gong Ping couldn't hear any of this.

His world was shrinking, and his consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, was being slowly devoured by excruciating pain and blood loss.

His vision began to blur, and the bright red sun was moving away from him.

The heavy darkness, like a cold tide, surged in from all directions, irresistibly enveloping him.

The outstretched hand fell limply to the ground.

The rat that struggled in the darkness ultimately failed to climb out of its sewer.

"whee……"

In the endless darkness, like a sewer, a light, alluring, yet strangely seductive laugh suddenly rang in Gong Ping's ears...

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.

Damn, I've finally finished writing all this nonsensical plot. Now I can finally write my favorite part, hehehe... Oh right, those of you with monthly tickets, hurry up and vote!

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