An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 171 Two Gods Battle, Little Dream Child and Big Dream Child (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Little Dream probably never imagined that in the final moments of its life, it would let out a final wail from the depths of its consciousness, calling not for "Lord Arceus" which it always spoke of, but for that damned bastard.

Just when this pig's cunt was about to be completely drained!
A slender, jade-like artistic hand suddenly emerged from the void.

With an air of casualness, as if to say "Excuse me, just a moment," it forcefully and powerfully gripped the red-haired boy's wrist, which exuded a deadly suction force!
The powerful suction abruptly stopped.

A rare look of surprise flashed in the red-haired boy's eyes.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze locking onto the owner of the hand.

"Who...are you?"

At this moment, Mo descended from the sky, his anger truly ferocious!
Mo Zhen was already standing next to Xiao Mengzi's "body" at some point. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, forming a cynical yet absolutely confident arc.

He met the red-haired boy's cold gaze with a relaxed smile.

"I'm so sorry, you must have found this amusing."

He lifted his foot and used Chelsea to disdainfully brush away the twitching pink mud on the ground.

"That pink piece of trash was indeed spouting nonsense just now, lying without even thinking. As you can see, this piece of trash is not some kind of Dream God at all..."

Under the cold, narrowed gaze of the red-haired boy, Mo Zhen straightened his back, his smile growing even brighter, his voice resolute and firm.

"Because...I am the true God of Dreams!"

He pointed to Xiaomengzi, who was almost completely drained, on the ground, and added viciously.

"As for this thing? It's my most important holster. It's a top-quality one that fits this model, and I can't let you, this clueless kid, ruin it..."

【Ooh o ...

A deafening scream, loud enough to shatter several leaves of the World Tree, suddenly burst from the mouth of the survivor, Xiaomengzi!

Its pink body, which had just begun to regain some shape, trembled violently like an electrified jelly.

A heart burst forth in DouDou's eyes, a mixture of ecstasy, adoration, gratitude, and some strange emotion!

It even forgot its near-death experience and pounced on Mo Zhen's trouser leg, rubbing it frantically with its greasy, fat face.

【Lord Mo Zhen! I knew it! I knew you wouldn't abandon your most loyal holster! From this day forward, I will be your eternal power source! Let me burn the dreamlike energy within you! It is my greatest honor to be used by you! Oh my god!】

The red-haired boy coldly swept his gaze over Xiao Mengzi, who was clinging to Mo Zhen's trouser leg and acting crazy, with the same look he would give to unrecyclable trash, before looking at Mo Zhen, who had an expression that said, "I am truly invincible."

The last vestige of inquiry in his eyes turned into pure contempt and impatience.

"Enough, this boring charade."

He looked away in disgust, as if he were watching a cult film written, directed, and acted by a mental patient, filled with low-quality blood and vulgar jokes.

"The acting is so poor, I have absolutely no interest in watching this kind of nonsensical, sensationalist film!"

He seemed to have completely lost patience, raised his hand again, snapped his fingers, and gave an order to the three sacred pillars that still stood as tall as mountains.

"I am the God of Illusions... none of you are! Defeat them!"

There was a crisp sound of snapping fingers.

However, the anticipated attack did not occur.

The three pillar gods stiffly turned their enormous heads, made of rock, ice crystals, and metal, looking at the red-haired boy who exuded primal pressure and commanded them, and then at Mo Zhen, who stood there with an air of arrogance, and whose aura was similar to or even closer to that of the World Tree's root.

Their core processor indicator lights flashed wildly, emitting rapid "beep...click..." sounds of computational overload, and the light in their eyes flickered erratically, filled with a confused and illogical state.

[Command conflict... Administrator privileges incorrectly identified...]

[Highly similar energy characteristics... the logic for determining authenticity has collapsed...]

Unable to execute the deportation order...

Finally, after a long, drawn-out "buzz" sound, like an old computer crashing, the light in the eyes of the three giants dimmed completely.

Their massive bodies froze in place, like three enormous sculptures, completely paralyzed.

The red-haired boy abruptly withdrew his contemptuous gaze, and for the first time, with an unprecedented scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible solemnity, looked intently at Mo Zhen.

The contempt and impatience in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold seriousness as he sized up his formidable rival.

Mo Zhen, however, seemed to have anticipated this scene and burst into hearty laughter, as if he had just watched a wonderful skit.

With his hands in his trouser pockets and his head slightly tilted, he looked at the red-haired boy with the pity and amusement of a director who knew the entire script for an actor who was too immersed in his role.

"Haha, save your breath, kid. Your bluffing tricks might scare these rigid, formulaic guys, or fool some naive mortals. But against me?"

He extended a finger and gently tapped his temple.

"It's completely useless. Because I know who you are, and you have nothing to hide from me."

The red-haired boy's pupils suddenly contracted, and the cold blue light seemed to freeze for a moment.

A cold smile still lingered on his lips, but a hint of offended chill crept into his eyes.

"Oh? You know who I am?"

The boy's tone was full of disdain, as if to say, "Let's see what tricks you can come up with." Mo Zhen nodded contentedly, his eyes displaying a calm confidence as if he knew everything.

"Of course I know. There's nothing in this world that I, Mo Zhen, don't know."

As the great god of art, he has already read through the scripts of this world, and there is no character in the world that he cannot recognize.

He cleared his throat and spoke slowly, as if revealing a shocking piece of gossip.

"Your name is Silver. Your dad is the guy who ostensibly runs a gym and an arcade, but in reality, he's involved in illegal genetic experiments, dreams of world domination, and is searching the world for his son—Gakki! The mastermind behind Team Rocket!"

As she spoke, Mo Zhen looked Yin up and down, her eyes filled with regret and disappointment at his lack of ambition.

"To be honest, you're a typical rebellious rich kid, a late-stage chuunibyou. Instead of staying home and figuring out how to inherit your dad's business and make a few hundred billion, all you do is run away from home and mess around the world. After taking a couple of puffs of spiked Dreamzi cigarettes, you don't even know who you are anymore. You actually think you're the Dream God? Wake up, kid, going home and inheriting the family business is the right thing to do!"

"Nonsense!!!"

The red-haired boy "Gin," who had always maintained a cold, aloof, and divine demeanor, was like a powder keg that had been ignited in an instant!
The cold facade on his face completely crumbled, replaced by a furious rage that had touched his most sensitive nerves!
Deep within those icy blue pupils, terrifying blue light surged forth like a runaway nuclear reactor!

"I'm not that guy's son, his son died a long time ago!!!"

His roar was no longer the deep, divine utterance, but a hysterical, piercing scream, as if he wanted to tear this false dream apart with his voice.

"You don't understand anything at all!!!"

With that roar filled with pain and rage, "Silver" suddenly raised his arm and swung it fiercely in the direction of Mo Zhen!
A fleeting image of a soup ladle streaked across the air.

Immediately afterwards, a massive crescent-shaped blade, formed entirely from highly compressed and terrifying mental energy, tore through space!
This is just an ordinary [Mental Blade], but because the superpower infused into it is so immense, it has the power to send bricks flying, producing a terrifying effect!

Wherever it passed, the incredibly tough energy crystal walls at the core of the World Tree shattered like fragile glass!
This sharp blade carried the power to annihilate everything, as if it would sever Mo Zhen and Xiao Mengzi, along with the World Tree that supported the dream world, in half!
Upon seeing the apocalyptic scene before her, Xiaomengzi burst into tears.

【Ughh ...

Faced with this terrifying blow that would make even the gods retreat, Mo Zhen still maintained the relaxed demeanor of an artist, showing no fear whatsoever.

"What's the panic? Now is the time for me to unleash my divine power!"

He spoke casually, elegantly raising his right hand and extending a slender index finger.

Just as that destructive mental blade was about to strike, a faint, almost imperceptible light, yet seemingly containing the gravity of the entire universe, appeared at Mo Zhen's fingertips.

"Boom~"

A soft sound.

The terrifying blade, powerful enough to sever the World Tree, froze instantly upon contact with Mo Zhen's fingertips, as if it had struck an invisible wall of sighs, and then... crumbled inch by inch!
Such a seemingly effortless strike was nothing short of divine intervention, making it utterly invincible!
So... what is the price?

[Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Lord Mo Zhen! My energy! My lifeline!! It's going to be drained dry again! Ouch ...

Its body deflated again at a visible speed, like a crushed pink piece of chewing gum, lying on the ground, taking in more air than it could exhale.

Ignoring Xiaomengzi's howls, Mo Zhen felt the overwhelming power of the attack and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes.

"This level of superpower... Hmm?! Could it be that you're not that [Silver] after all? I've never heard of that guy being a superpowered person... Could it be..."

Although this is a dream world, ordinary people cannot use powers beyond their comprehension in dreams. The fact that the other party can use such outrageous superpowers clearly shows that they have an extraordinary control over superpowers.

Seeing that Mo Zhen seemed to have noticed something, "Yin's" expression tightened slightly.

Under his solemn gaze, Mo Zhen excitedly revealed the answer.

"I know, so you are... Dai Mengzi!"

"..."

Upon hearing this nonsensical title, "Da Mengzi" glanced at Xiao Mengzi, who looked like a used pink condom on the ground, and her eyelids twitched wildly.

"What nonsense! Are you trying to provoke me?! Well, you've succeeded!"

Before he finished speaking, "Da Mengzi" gathered an even more violent superpower and blasted it towards Mo Zhen!

Mo Zhen's face lit up with excitement, his hands swirling with energy, eager to try!

Rumble——!
The entire dream space groaned under the immense strain of the collision between these two "Dream Gods" unleashing their terrifying divine power without reservation!
The image of the World Tree began to flicker and distort violently, the seven-colored crystal wall shattered into countless flying fragments of code, and space was filled with cracks like a broken mirror!

"enough!"

Dai Mengzi's voice pierced through the chaotic spatial storm, carrying a chilling lingering anger.

"In this fragile dream constructed from worthless resentment, there is no clear winner!"

His cold gaze swept over Mo Zhen, finally settling on the group of people sleeping on the edge of their dreams.

"Your companions have all fallen into the 'Dream of Unity' that I have carefully woven for them. If you are the God of Dreams, then go and awaken them."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire dream world collapsed like a shattered glass dome!

Mo Zhen fell from the sky and landed in a nightclub...

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.

No prize for guessing: Whose dream is this?
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