An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 174 Mewtwo (One of the few main storylines in this book)

Dream is broken.

Gongping lay sprawled out on the cold warehouse floor, his eyes completely devoid of light.

Mo Zhen elegantly smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on the cuffs of her red suit and sneered.

"Ha, it seems that physical therapy always has an immediate effect on some stubborn cognitive impairments."

Suspended in mid-air, the red-haired boy formed from Meng Ziyan had a cold and indifferent expression on his face, a mixture of displeasure and iciness.

[A crude and ruthless crack, devoid of any aesthetic appeal.]

His voice was cold and indifferent, carrying the natural disdain of a superior being for inferior methods.

Human beings are as fragile as insects. They can never transcend the cage woven by their own desires and fears with their pitiful willpower. Dreams are their eternal shackles. So-called willpower? It's nothing more than a pathetic struggle driven by desire, which will ultimately crumble before a more perfect illusion.

"What a fallacy."

Mo Zhen chuckled lightly, her demeanor composed, as if she were commenting on a fake in an art gallery.

"How can you, a creation born from test tubes and data, truly understand the brilliance of humanity? The most fascinating thing about mankind is that it can unleash a power beyond dreams even in despair."

His slender fingers gracefully pointed to Homiga beside him, his fingertips seemingly containing the power to see into the soul.

"She is the best example. A warrior with the spirit of unity like her can easily overcome your nonsensical dream mouth with just her own will!"

The red-haired boy glanced coldly at Homiga and, based on his knowledge, easily drew a conclusion.

"Her? Hah, what a load of rubbish. A brat as weak as her, I can easily conjure up a dream and trap her in an illusion forever, unwilling to wake up. You dare to bet with me?"

Mo Zhen's eyes flashed with the shrewdness of a gambler, and he pointed at Xiao Mengzi's pig head and went all in.

"Fine! I'll bet you, I'll bet its life!"

Xiao Mengzi, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly trembled and screamed in terror.

【Quack! What are you up to now! Lord Mo Zhen, we're soulmates, the best partners, we're like the Ancient Sword Leopard that can't live without Ding Ding Zhen Da...】

Before this pig could launch into his long list of analogies, Mo Zhen dismissively fired two shots at it, silencing it slightly.

"Tch, what are you getting so worked up about? The bigger the bet, the more you win. I'm not going to lose! Do you think I can't win, you piece of trash?!"

Mo Zhen spoke confidently to the phantom floating in the air.

"If you win, I'll drain this trash dry and let you experience being the Dream God. If you lose... hehe, my divine power is still missing a hidden backup energy source, so this position will be yours!"

The red-haired boy's face darkened. Although he didn't know what "hidden backup energy" was, he figured it probably wasn't a legitimate job.

However, he also had absolute confidence in himself, and snapped his fingers.

It's a deal, let's get started now.

Before the words were even finished, space distorted violently once again, like ripples on water.

The deafening cheers came crashing down like a tsunami!

A dazzling spotlight focuses on the center of the stage!
Homiga found himself standing in the center of an incredibly magnificent and enormous stage.

Beneath my feet was a polished, mirror-like floor, and above my head were countless shimmering lights.

Below the stage was a sea of ​​enthusiastic spectators, stretching as far as the eye could see!

They waved glow sticks and shouted her name at the top of their lungs.

"Homiho! Homiho! Homiho!"

In front of the stage, there were four mentors' chairs with their backs to her!

With a deafening drumbeat, four chairs spun around simultaneously in a very cool way!

Carlos's eyes sparkled with amazement as he exclaimed in astonishment.

"My God! This powerful rock! This revolutionary sound! Miss Homiho, you are a superstar born for the stage! Join my team, and I'll make you shine in the entire elven fashion world!"

Galar soul rock singer Nie Zi was so excited that he slammed his fist on the table, completely abandoning his previous harshness online.

"Pure! Wild! Unparalleled destructive power! This is the true soul of rock and roll I've been searching for! HomiHo! Join my team! Let's tear this boring world apart together!"

Teacher Miaofeng, a prominent figure in the Kanto music scene, pushed up his glasses and had a serious, enlightened look on his face.

"Functional songs? What a joke! This singing has a magic that reaches the soul! It transcends all boundaries! It's art! It's groundbreaking art! Homiho, come to me, we need to discuss the universal truths contained in your singing!"

The audience below the stage went wild, with various cheers rising and falling.

"Homiho! The Queen of Rock!"

"Sacred Sound Path! YYDS!"

"The Light of Unity! The Pinnacle of the World!"

At the very front of the boisterous crowd, in the VIP seats, a familiar figure beamed with immense pride and joy, giving her two thumbs-up to the person on stage!

It's my father, Captain Hogan!

He was wearing that faded old captain's uniform, his hat was on properly, and his eyes were bright, as if he had never left!

At that moment, applause, cheers, the mentor's praise, the audience's enthusiasm, and her father's proud and affirming smile... everything enveloped Homiga like the warmest ocean current.

Seeing this, a confident smile appeared on the red-haired boy's usually indifferent face.

This was a dream he had meticulously designed for Homika. He knew all her weaknesses, and everything in the dream was tailor-made for her. No one could possibly refuse such an illusion, even if she knew it was all fake.

Homiga, holding her beloved electric guitar, stood under the spotlight in the center of the stage, feeling the overwhelming adoration.

Her fingertips traced the strings, but no sound was made.

Looking at her father's vibrant smiling face below the stage, watching him proudly give her a thumbs up, her pupils showed no ecstasy, no excitement, only an overwhelming sadness.

She sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to pierce through the deafening cheers, echoing clearly in the depths of her heart, a sound only she could hear.

She walked to the edge of the stage, squatted down, and gazed through the boiling crowd, looking tenderly and realistically at the illusory figure of her father in the VIP seats.

"dad……"

Her voice was soft, yet it possessed a power that could pierce through dreams, carrying through the microphone throughout the entire venue and strangely silencing the boiling crowd for a moment.
"It's so good to see you here. Really... I wish... all of this were real."

She paused, her voice slightly choked, but her eyes remained exceptionally clear and resolute.

"But... Dad, the dead... can't be brought back to life. There's no future in dreams; it's time to face reality..."

These words, like a cold awl, pierced the bubble of this perfect dream.

The next second, Homiga suddenly stood up, and the sadness in her eyes was instantly replaced by a thunderous determination!
She strummed the electric guitar hard!
“Sizzle——!!!”

It's no longer that off-key, wailing sound from before!

A pure, interwoven electronic sound driven by the will of "truth" roars out from the guitar like a thunderous dragon breaking free of its shackles!

Om-! ! !
A blinding flash of light instantly tore apart the magnificent stage set!
The judges' seats, the cheering audience, the dazzling lights... all distorted and shattered like reflections of stones thrown into the water!
The entire dreamlike stage of "The Voice of China" collapsed under the impact of this powerful and realistic electronic music!
Homiga's figure stood proudly amidst the shattered light and the fading cheers.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Mo Zhen stood with his arms crossed on the edge of the collapsing dream, watching Homiga break free of the illusion with ease. His face showed the relief of an old father (shh) and undisguised smugness.

He raised an eyebrow at "Da Mengzi," whose expression seemed even colder beside him.

"What's wrong, our great Dream God? Didn't you say that no one can surpass their own dream? It seems that your united dream is utterly vulnerable in the face of the united spirit of insignificant mortals!"

On the surface, Da Mengzi maintained his indifferent demeanor as a cold god, but as he stared in the direction where Homiga had disappeared, his heart was churning with unprecedented turmoil.

[A human being can actually transcend the dream realm constructed by the power of dreams through their own will? Such an existence is far too dangerous and an uncontrollable factor! For my grand plan to proceed smoothly, it must... be eliminated immediately!]

The red-haired boy snorted coldly, his face grim.

Continuing this pointless gamble with you is pointless, but it's not a waste of time either. Just now, I prepared everything to completely erase you from reality!

Mo Zhen stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, saying confidently.

"Hey, what's this? Trying to renege on your bet? A bet is a bet, you're already a member of our [Mengzi Family]!"

The phantom of the red-haired boy dissipated in the smoke before Mo Zhen.

[Oh? You won? How come I didn't know? Let's talk about it when you can get out of this warehouse alive!]

……

Earlier, the red-haired boy was gambling with Mo Zhen.

The pink smoke completely engulfed Cabin's consciousness, dragging her toward a colder, more broken place.

The surroundings were no longer filled with the smoke and chaos of Warehouse No. 7, but rather the garbage dump in the dirtiest corner of the downtown area.

This is Cabin's dream, the starting point of all her persistence and struggle.

In the center of this despairing scene, that figure stood silently.

The red hair, like solidified flames, stood out starkly against the bizarre and fantastical dreamscape.

It was that man, the "god" who picked her up from the garbage dump!
He stood there, his gaze piercing through the illusion of dreams, landing precisely on that thin, ragged little girl from back then.

“BO…BOSS!” Cabin’s consciousness was instantly ignited. She was no longer the sassy executive who controlled the Ninth District, but had reverted to the humble soul who was grasping at the only straw in despair.

She practically lunged at the red-haired boy, her voice trembling with sobs and uncontrollable excitement, like the most devout believer seeing a long-lost god.

“You finally…you finally reappeared! For so many years, I have…I have been doing exactly as you instructed! Protecting the territory, eliminating the scourge, maintaining order! I dare not slacken in the slightest! The Quick Gun Squad is an extension of your will, and District 9 is the cornerstone of your new order! I…”

Her words were urgent and incoherent, as if she wanted to pour out all the loyalty, all the sacrifices, and all the blood and tears she had endured over the years, to prove that she had not failed the power and expectations that had been given to her.

The red-haired boy nodded slightly, his gesture carrying an indifferent air of looking down on ants.

His icy blue pupils remained unmoved, showing neither satisfaction at Cabin's loyalty nor emotion at her current humility, as if confirming a cold, hard data report.

I know. I've seen everything you've done.

His voice was flat and monotone, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

Cabbeen, however, felt as if he had received tremendous affirmation, as if his long-cherished ideals and wishes had been realized, and he was enveloped by a torrent of happiness as his dreams came true.

In this desperate situation, the BOSS finally reappears, and he will surely save them all from the nightmare once again, just like before!

The red-haired boy paused, his gaze sweeping across the caravan as if inspecting an experimental subject about to be discarded.

Unfortunately, it all comes to an end.

"Finish……?"

The excitement on Cabin's face froze instantly, replaced by a sudden look of bewilderment.

Immediately afterward, her lips trembled as a terrible thought, like a cold, venomous snake, suddenly burrowed into her mind, making the hairs on her body stand on end.

Why... why now of all times?

At a moment when the quick-fire team falls apart, one's own beliefs waver, and one inhales this eerie smoke and falls into a dream?
Carbin dared not think too much about it, and just muttered to himself in a panic.

"No...no way, what...what are you saying? I don't understand. Didn't you come here to save us?"

The red-haired boy's eyes remained cold, like those of a god devoid of any emotion.

Don't you understand? I said it's all over.

Carbin looked up abruptly, as if he had finally understood something.

She stared intently at the red-haired boy's indifferent face, her voice suddenly rising, filled with an incredulous and sharp question.

"Meng Ziyan... BOSS! That thing... behind it... could it all have been you all along?! You did all of this?!"

Once this thought arose, all the clues from the past instantly linked together into a cold chain, almost suffocating her!

The mysterious rise of the Smoke Squad, their encroachment on the lower city, the suspicion and betrayal within the Quick Gun Squad, and the organization's leader's years of inaction...

If the source of all this is her revered boss?! Then what about the Quickdraw Squad? What about all those years of Carbin fighting and upholding so-called order?!

A tremendous sense of absurdity and the anger of being manipulated overwhelmed her instantly.

"Tell me, what is the point of our Quickdraw Squad?! The blood we shed! The brothers who died! Everything we fought for, our ideals... are they all just a joke?! Tell me!!!"

Her voice tore through the distorted melody of the dream, filled with desperate sobs.

Colt's betrayal, the defection of Desert Eagle and Barrett, were like cold knives repeatedly cutting through her trust.

And now, this last pillar of her spirit, the "god" she regarded as the source of salvation and her goal, has actually destroyed it all with his own hands!
Her ideals, her life, seemed to have lost all meaning at this moment.

She collapsed to the ground, her eyes vacant, like a soulless shell, muttering unconsciously.

"Everything...everything is meaningless now..."

The meaning of existence is never based on the fantasies bestowed upon us by others, but on the reality we find ourselves.

The red-haired boy coldly watched her collapse, his voice remaining steady, as if he were expounding the cold laws of the world.

[Creating the Quick-Gun Team was merely a 'test' I conducted on a whim. A test to observe how humanity chooses, betrays, and destroys itself under the temptation of 'power' and 'profit'... Isn't it interesting? The baseness and brilliance of human nature, its struggles and depravity, are all clearly visible.]

His words contained no emotion, only pure rational analysis.

"A...test? Just a test?!"

Carbin suddenly raised his head, and a final, death-like frenzy erupted from his empty eyes.

She couldn't understand it, much less accept it!
Her loyalty and struggle, which she cherished as her life, the friendships she treasured, the blood and tears she shed, and... her ideals, which were more important than her life, all the things that formed the foundation of her life, were, in the eyes of the other person, just a test?
Her past beliefs collapsed completely, her life was utterly negated, and a tremendous sense of emptiness, like a black hole, threatened to devour her last vestige of consciousness.

Just then, the red-haired boy slowly took a step.

His steps carried a peculiar rhythm, as if he were stepping on invisible stairs. With each step, the distorted dreamscape around him trembled and reformed slightly.

His deep, magnetic voice began to chant, each syllable striking Cabin's already crumbling defenses like the cold chimes of a bell.

This is a "trial".

He took his first step, and his figure seemed to grow taller. The boyishness was fading, and the color of his red hair roots was subtly changing.

I believe this is a "trial" to overcome the past.

With his second step, his black outfit seemed to be burned by invisible flames, turning into scattered ashes and revealing the outline of a meticulously tailored pink trench coat underneath, making his shoulders broad and upright.

Only by overcoming those naive past experiences can a person grow.

With the final step, the chanting ends.

The person standing in front of Cabin was no longer the red-haired boy.

Instead, there was a tall, imposing blond man.

He wore a perfectly pressed pink trench coat over a snow-white shirt, the white collar exuding elegance and sophistication.

Her golden curls were neatly combed, her face was as cold and stern as a marble statue, and beneath her deep-set eyes were icy blue eyes that seemed to see through everything without any emotion.

The aura emanating from him was the unquestionable majesty of a true ruler.

I have seen in you what I have been looking for.

The blond man spoke, his tone full of condescending lecturing.

Order cannot be changed by inefficient, chaotic, and rudimentary organizations like rapid-fire squads, or by childishly handing over a little power to the weak.

He shook his head slightly, his golden hair remaining perfectly still.

True order requires a more thorough, efficient, and unquestionable force to reshape it. The old rules must be crushed to establish a completely new future aligned with the direction of evolution.

His words were filled with a rejection of the old ways and absolute confidence in his own path, revealing the ruthless and ambitious nature of a leader who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Upon seeing this face, which was a household name in the Unova region, Carbin was struck dumb!
Her pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and the despair and bewilderment on her face were instantly replaced by extreme shock and absurdity. The immense impact left her almost speechless.

"You...you are...?! No...impossible...!"

She recognized the identity represented by that face—an existence far beyond her imagination, seemingly separated from her dark world by a dimensional barrier!

The blond man looked down at Cabin with indifference, his voice devoid of any human emotion.

Names and identities mean nothing to me. I am a god who controls all dream power, an being who transcends dreams to realize everything. If you want to find a name to call me, then call me [Mewtwo].

Suddenly, Cabin remembered the name the blond man used in front of the world and seemed to understand something.

"Mewtwo?! Beyond Dream... I see, is that what your name means?!"

I have never changed, Cabbeen.

The blond man calmly interrupted her futile shock, his tone indifferent, as if he were merely stating an objective fact.

My goal has always been to establish a "new order." However... what I need is not a gang that can only eke out a living in the shadows, but a complete state apparatus.

He glanced one last time at Carbin, who lay sprawled on the ground, his mental world utterly shattered. There was no pity or lingering affection in his eyes, only the indifference one would show towards a disposable tool.

[For the Quick-Gun team, this test is over, your mission is over. But for me, the plan here is just beginning. Farewell.]

"Do not--!!!"

Just as the blond man's figure began to fade and was about to disappear, the overwhelming rage within Carbin—the anger of being betrayed, manipulated, and utterly denied—mixed with the extreme pain of his collapsing faith, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed to its limit!
She sprang up from the ground, no longer the bewildered little girl, nor the devastated believer, but transformed into a wild beast driven to the brink of despair and driven to utter madness!

Her eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, her nails digging deep into her palms, drawing blood but she seemed oblivious, as she uttered a heart-wrenching, soul-crushing curse and vow to the disappearing figure:

"I will never forgive you! You beast! I, Carbin, swear to God! No matter who you are, I will use every means at my disposal to make you pay for your betrayal today! I will! You just wait—!!!"

Her screams were filled with bloodlust and reckless madness, like the final roar of a dying beast, echoing mournfully in the distorted dream space.

What burned in her eyes was the fire of revenge that rose after her ideals were shattered!
The blond man's figure was almost transparent. Faced with Cabin's hysterical declaration of revenge, he only uttered a single, utterly indifferent remark.

It doesn't matter. As long as... you survive, you're free to do whatever you want. If you want to prove yourself, then prove it to me.

The sound vanished completely, leaving only Cabin burning with the flames of vengeance, burning the shattered dream to ashes...

Thousands of miles away, in the highest city of the Union Empire, lies Twin Dragons.

This is known as the city that connects the past and the future, the most inviolable place in all of Unova.

In an office decorated with American flags, a blond man sat in a chair, his eyes, glowing with blue superpowers, gazing at the distant Dragon Spiral Tower.

Hate me all you want, for the sake of my grand plan, let your flames burn brightly... Reshiram.

(End of this chapter)