An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 164 is here! Mo Zhen, the God of War! (My masterpiece)
Have you heard the story of the "Speedy Horseman"?
It's a legend about a man paralyzed from the waist down, who, with an iron will and a spinning iron ball, dragged himself back from the mire of negative numbers to the starting line of "0" in the abyss of despair.

Johnny Joestar, the man whose spine was crushed by fate, regained the strength to stand up through the "Golden Spin" passed down by his best friend Jero Zeppeli with his life.

That spinning iron ball is the fulcrum that pries open fate.

You may have heard the story of the "Horse-riding Wild Man," but you've definitely never heard the story of the "Sperm-riding Wild Man"...

What I'm going to tell you next is the story of a boy named Gongping, who, after falling into the abyss of lower limb paralysis and loss of dignity, rose again in an even more astonishing way!

The acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air, and excruciating pain churned wildly within every inch of Gong Ping's bones and every nerve.

He lay paralyzed on the cold, dirty floor of Warehouse No. 7, blood oozing from his mouth and nose spreading dark red in the dust.

A dead end? No, this is the very end of hell.

However, at the end of the darkness, Gongping finally understood the true meaning of the "confident smile" and "resolute gaze" that Mo Zhen had spoken of.

A near-divine calm and resolve enveloped him, as if he had transcended the physical pain and the murderous intent of the warehouse.

At this moment, his consciousness returned to reality, and excruciating pain gripped his body, while his lower limbs remained numb and unresponsive.

Reality is cold and hard.

Akroma's twisted roar, the heavy breathing of the monstrous creatures, countless dark gun barrels...

And Mo Zhen, his sun, is surrounded by this intense malice!
If you can't stand up, everything is just empty talk!
He needs strength, he needs the fulcrum to pry open this paralyzed fate!
At this critical juncture of life and death, Gongping frantically forced himself to use all his life energy to recall everything from the past and think of ways to get back on his feet!

Fragments of memory swirled like a revolving lantern in the burning golden eyes.

He saw the dilapidated ceiling of the wall-mounted house...

I saw the gold trim on the edge of Mo Zhen's suit as she stood backlit...

Seeing the splash of water when the water otter first unleashed its powerful water gun...

Finally, the image freezes on—that well-worn comic book!

Jiji's Bizarre Adventure Part 7!

The man in the wheelchair, Johnny Joestar!

Jero's iron ball traced mysterious trajectories on his fingertips. It was not just a physical rotation, but a vortex of life energy, a miracle of willpower manipulating reality!
Johnny harnessed the power of the spinning iron ball as if riding a galloping steed, rising from his wheelchair time and time again to charge against fate!

"Spinning...it was spinning that gave him power! The power of rotation, the iron ball spinning!"

Gongping's battered body trembled violently at this realization, and the flames in his golden eyes burned to their fullest extent!
Iron ball...spinning...

Although Gongping found the answer, where in the real world would he get an iron ball?!

The extreme urgency and despair are like a noose tightening around the throat!

In this suffocating darkness, a ray of light, like lightning piercing the night sky, suddenly cleaved through the chaos!
Iron ball... iron ball... ball...

Gong Ping's gaze suddenly focused on his blood-stained trouser pocket.

A thought that was almost absurd, yet carried an inevitability of destiny, suddenly erupted!
There are countless kinds of balls in the world, but at this moment he only has that one kind!
Yes, besides that broken toy gun, I still have two perfectly intact Poké Balls!
The two old Poké Balls that had been with him for many years lay there quietly, along with the toy gun that symbolized his brief glory and ultimate shame, in his pocket.

This is the only "relic" left to him by his parents, whom he never met, in this cold world; it is the humble proof of his being a "human being".

They accompanied him through countless nights of hunger and cold, and were caressed by him countless times, yet they remained covered in dust, like forgotten treasures.

What is the significance of their existence?
Is it just a useless burden in my pocket?

Gongping had been completely ignorant all along.

He only knew how to clumsily use that toy gun to command Ah Shui, trying to build a ridiculous bond.

But I never imagined what kind of potential these two old-fashioned Poké Balls, which I always kept by my side, actually contained.

Now, the fog of fate has finally been lifted!

He finally understood the ultimate meaning of their existence—rotation!
They were born to spin!

"I understand! This is the path! My own unique 'Spirit Ball Spin'!"

Gong Ping's face radiated an almost sacred, exhilarating light!

He has found his own path to peace!

Johnny's iron ball is his weapon and fulcrum, while his Poké Ball is the ultimate treasure that allows him to pry open his paralyzed fate and return to "0"!
As long as you master the secrets of "spinning the ball" just like Johnny mastered the iron ball spin, your paralyzed lower limbs will surely be reborn!

He will definitely be able to stand up again!
Trembling, he used the last of his upper body strength to reach into his pocket, trying to touch and rub the two Poké Balls that held his last hope.

However, the excruciating pain and weakness made his fingers clumsy and powerless, as if they were rusty.

My fingertips touched the cold spheres, but I couldn't apply any effective force, let alone make them spin at a high speed and stably.

The attempt only brought deeper frustration and physical discomfort.

Cold sweat mixed with blood slid down his pale forehead.

"Damn it...why...why won't it spin!"

Gong Ping roared inwardly, the newly ignited flame of hope flickering and threatening to be extinguished in the face of cold reality.

The profound mystery of the ball's spinning motion was far more complex and difficult than he had imagined!

The shadow of despair fell once again. Was the hope that had just been ignited just an illusion?
"Mr. Mo Zhen..."

In his utter despair, that figure appeared with unparalleled clarity in Gongping's mind.

That man in the red suit, who illuminated his dark life like the sun!
The mentor who taught him the confident smile and the resolute gaze, and who bestowed upon him the title of "People's Trainer"!

In his heart, Mo Zhen was the epitome of miracles, an omnipotent deity!
If it were Mr. Mo Zhen… if it were him… he would definitely be able to guide me and help me master the ultimate secret of this sphere's rotation!
So he kept recalling everything about Mo Zhen, bringing everything about him to mind.

The perfectly tailored bright red suit accentuated his tall and upright figure, his resolute eyes always held awe-inspiring wisdom, his slightly smirking smile seemed to know everything, and those... slender, jade-like hands that seemed capable of playing the symphony of destiny!
Gongping's breathing became incredibly heavy, and his broken body trembled violently and uncontrollably.

It wasn't because of excruciating pain, but rather an extreme excitement emanating from the depths of the soul, like a volcano suppressed for millennia about to erupt!
My blood is boiling, every cell is screaming for that name!

"Come out!! Mo Zhen, the God of War!!!"

A hoarse roar, filled with endless longing and faith, suddenly shattered the deathly silence of the warehouse!

Akromana's damned "pontine transection surgery" has finally revealed its unintended scientific miracle at this moment!
Just like the tragic personality that split off from [Experimental Rada] before, this time, driven by Gongping's extreme desire for Mo Zhen, a [Mo Zhen personality] perfectly shaped by his subconscious was born from the split in his mental world!

The illusion was incredibly clear, showing every single detail.

At this moment, the Mo Zhen of his imagination stood realistically before Gong Ping. He bowed slightly, his movements as graceful as a deity bestowing mercy.

The bright red suit was spotless, radiating a soft glow.

The corners of his mouth no longer held the usual playful expression, but rather a kind of almost divine compassion and solemnity.

He slowly reached out his hand towards Gongping, who was slumped on the ground—

What a hand that was!
Her fingers were slender and nimble, and her skin was as delicate as the finest white jade, as if it embodied the most exquisite art and the purest power in the world.

These hands, which should have been used to command thousands of troops and play unparalleled music, are now prepared only for Gong Ping.

[Co-op]

In the hallucination, Mo Zhen's deep and magnetic voice rang out clearly in Gong Ping's chaotic consciousness.

[The Essence Sphere Spin is a forbidden secret technique that draws upon the power of the primordial life force. Allowing outsiders to perform the Essence Sphere Spin will, with the slightest mistake, cause the permanent collapse of the life energy circuit, with unimaginable consequences!]

Those golden eyes stared directly into Gong Ping's burning eyes, as if trying to see through his soul.

Tell me, are you willing to entrust your life, your future, your everything... to my hands?

The tone was solemn and dignified, as if a sacred awarding ceremony were being held.

Without the slightest hesitation!

Gong Ping's golden eyes erupted with a light even more intense than the illusion, and his eyes revealed a resolute gaze, those three words as firm as iron.

"I am willing!"

In the illusion, Mo Zhen's lips slowly curved into a breathtaking arc.

That wasn't a frivolous smile, but a confident smile that bore a heavy responsibility and witnessed the imminent birth of a miracle.

He nodded slightly, his voice like a divine pronouncement.

"Well then, I'm about to begin. Gongping... are you ready?"

This question seemed to transcend time and space, an echo of the promise made to that naive boy in the rented room back then.

On Gong Ping's blood-stained face, the confident smile that came from understanding blossomed completely, fearless and undaunted, filled with the resolute determination to live in the face of death!
"Always ready!!!"

The sound echoed through the warehouse, carrying a solemnity that was both absurd and moving.

Om-! ! !
In my imagination, the moment Mo Zhen's warm, jade-like hand gently touched Gong Ping's Poké Ball...

Boom——! ! !
Just like sunlight piercing through the darkness!

A powerful and mysterious electric current suddenly awakened, like a thunder dragon that had been dormant for thousands of years!

It burst forth violently from the core of those two Poké Balls!
It's not Pikachu's nonsensical 100,000 volts, but rather a violent and primal bio-current originating from the very source of life!

This electric current, with its spiraling rhythm, surged wildly through Gongping's numb lumbar spine, rushing towards his lower limbs, which Akromah had pronounced dead!
“Ahhhh!!!”

At that moment, Gong Ping let out a deep roar, a roar that was a mixture of extreme ecstasy and unbelievable exhilaration!
He felt it!
That long-forgotten life current, unique to the lower limbs, is awakening, roaring and howling as it calls for new life!

"Stronger! Stronger! Don't stop! Mr. Mo Zhen!"

Gong Ping's eyes were bloodshot, like a dying beast that had spotted an oasis of life, and he roared greedily.

"Let's work together! Let's make the Poké Ball really spin!!"

At that moment, Gongping trembled as he stretched out his dark hand, as if to transfer his power to the illusion.

This is not a demand, but an invitation, a call for his sun to fight alongside him and together complete this earth-shattering sphere spin!
Just like in Naruto, when Naruto summons his clones, he claps his hands together and frantically rubs the Rasengan, which contains the power of destruction and creation!
Just like in Dragon Ball, when Gohan and Goku, father and son, are of one mind, they put their hands together and turn all their energy into a roaring galaxy that pierces through the heavens and earth with the Kamehameha!

At this moment! Gong Ping and Mo Zhen's thoughts became one!

The two hands were intertwined, rubbing them frantically, guiding the two Poké Balls that held the miracle of life!

The speed is getting faster and faster!

The power is growing stronger!

The spiral's trajectory is becoming more and more perfect!

In the burning sea of ​​consciousness of Gongping, the scene resembles the climax of a shonen manga.

Dressed in a red suit, the [Mo Zhen War God] focused intently, guiding the two Poké Balls to spin at high speed with his hands in a mysterious trajectory imbued with the [Golden Spin]!
That rotation is not physical friction, but a vortex of energy, a manifestation of will!

Golden arcs of electricity leaped and coiled on the surface of the sphere, emitting a low buzzing sound, like the roar of an engine before starting!

In reality, Gongping's body trembled violently as this thought rotated.

An overwhelming sense of power is rising from my lower limbs and rushing straight to the top of my head!

"Eat—!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He roared to the sky, a roar filled with pain, ecstasy, release and supreme power, like a dragon's cry announcing a new life, resounding throughout Warehouse No. 7!

At this pinnacle of spiritual and physical sublimation, all the suffering, all the depravity, all the betrayal and torment flash by like a revolving lantern.

From a sewer rat to a trainer, from a dream of beauty to a nightmare in the laboratory, and now... the [Spirit Ball Spin], a product of countless hardships and ultimate refinement.

Tears mixed with blood streamed down her face again, but these were no longer tears of humiliation; they were tears of hardship and mixed emotions.

He gazed at the red phantom in his mind's eye that guided the Poké Ball's rotation, his voice choked yet incredibly clear, carrying Johnny's sense of vicissitude and enlightenment.

"Wow...that's quite a roundabout way to go..."

"Thank you... Mo Zhen..."

"Besides thank you... I don't know what else to say..."

At this moment, the power of the spinning ball reached its peak!

The golden current emanating from the Poké Ball completely reconnected the neural pathways that were about to be sentenced to death!
A surge of powerful energy, like the rising sun, dispelled all the gloom and coldness, bursting forth from the root of my spine!
What kind of ending would be worthy of all the hardships and wandering along the way?

This path of equality has finally come to an end, and he has returned to his starting point—from a negative number in his life to a true zero!
And so, at the edge of the abyss, the boy stood up once more, gripping the gun tightly in his hand…

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.

This chapter is a huge challenge to my artistic career. Anyone who has read JOJO knows how brilliant and touching the "Spirit Ball Spin" meme is in this chapter. So... damn it, when will the anime adaptation of "Shadow Ball Spin" be released?! Such a great meme and nobody knows it. Sigh, I'm not saying anything more. I'll just hand over my monthly tickets now. Next chapter: Awakening Battle!

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