An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 229 Cyber ​​Succubus Unified Alakazam (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"hiss?!"

Tang She was stunned by what he saw.

Its body, which was crouching in the shadows, suddenly stiffened, and a chilling coldness shot straight up from the tip of its tail to the top of its head!

Just a moment ago, it clearly felt a vast and unfathomable spiritual force sweep across the area where it was hiding!
While rescuing Xiu Di, it seemed to linger on it for half a second...

It was discovered!

This discovery sent shivers down Tang She's spine, and an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly arose within him.

That being that can teleport people away in an instant possesses unfathomable strength!

Moreover, the other party may have already noticed this "assassin" hiding in the shadows with strange powers.

Tang She's extraordinary wisdom was working frantically, analyzing the current situation with frantic speed.

[Damn it... I was careless! Is there such a terrifying being in this world? This guy's strength is unfathomable! No! Too weak! I'm still too weak! I must acquire more spirit rings faster! This guy, I didn't even have a chance to escape!]

It immediately concealed all its presence, merging into the shadow of the sleeper like a truly inanimate object, with only one thought remaining in its mind.

[Become stronger! Become stronger at all costs! Before that, I must find a way to avoid being killed by that guy...]

Suddenly, Tang She had an idea!
[Wait... isn't this guy the enemy of the one in the red suit? Am I now taking the blame for him?! Damn it! No way! I'm sticking with that bastard, even if I die, I'll drag him down with me! Besides... heh heh, following this guy might even let me pick up some bargains later. That's right, this is my path to godhood!]

Having made up his mind, Tang She decided to secretly follow Mo Zhen and his group before he grew strong enough, and use these fools as stepping stones for his own growth.

Hundreds of meters away from the construction site, beneath an abandoned signal tower, space distorted once more, and Xiu Di's disheveled figure appeared, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Uh……"

The intense dizziness and the discomfort of spatial displacement made him feel like the world was spinning.

Just then, the encrypted communicator in his pocket rang urgently.

Xiu Di struggled to pull out his communicator. When he saw the word "President" displayed on the screen, he was startled and pressed the answer button with trembling hands.

On the other end of the phone, the deep, magnetic voice of the alliance president, Yang De, came through calmly, revealing no emotion, yet carrying an invisible pressure.

[Emperor Xiu, I've already 'seen' your situation.]

Just one sentence sent chills down Xiu Di's spine: the guild leader... knew everything from the beginning?!

Could it be that the person who just rescued me was...?

Upon realizing this, Xiu Di immediately spoke urgently to the Alliance President on the other end of the phone.

"President...President! Please give me another chance, this time I will definitely..."

The voice on the other end of the phone interrupted Xiu Di's words.

[Alright, you're no match for him now. Return to the Alliance headquarters immediately, and I'll take care of the rest...]

In the center of the construction site, Mo Zhen seemed completely unconcerned about Xiu Di's disappearance.

He had already guessed who was behind this, so he wasn't surprised by the teleportation technique.

Facing a group of still-shaken railway workers, Mo Zhen raised his arms and announced.

"Alright, that's the end of the interlude. Now, I declare—you are free!"

After a brief silence, the entire construction site instantly erupted in excitement!
The ragged and wounded laborers, whether human or elf, were first bewildered and incredulous, then erupted in immense ecstasy like a volcano!

"free!!!"

"We are free!!"

"Waaaaah... Finally... Finally, it's here!"

The cries, shouts, laughter, and cheers were deafening!
A glimmer of hope rekindled in his numb eyes, and tears mingled with dust as they slid down his cheeks.

People embraced each other, and the elves cried out joyfully.

They eagerly discarded the sleepers on their shoulders and the tools in their hands, like prisoners breaking free of their shackles, bursting forth with unprecedented strength as they raced toward the vast and free world of the Union!

The billowing smoke and dust were filled with the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe and boundless anticipation for the future.

Watching everyone leave, Xiaomengzi let out a loud, pig-like squeal.

[Wow! This is amazing! Long live freedom! Energy, my energy!!!]

Amid the chaotic crowd, Xiao Hao struggled to get up from the ground.

He was covered in wounds, his face streaked with tears and dust, but a near-obsessive light ignited once again in his bright black eyes.

He scrambled to Mo Zhen's side, ignoring the pain in his body, and shouted urgently.

"Mo Zhen, wait! You can't just leave like this! Give me a Poké Ball! I need it to find a Pokémon that can help me achieve my dream! I will definitely catch Mew! I am the chosen one! Give it to me now!"

Mo Zhen looked down at the dark-skinned boy who had been repeatedly defeated but still refused to give up his wicked ways, and a hint of indescribable... mischievousness flashed in his eyes?

With a slight smirk, as if casually dismissing a beggar, he pulled out the high-grade ball he had previously confiscated from Zhu Lan from the inner pocket of his bright red suit and tossed it to Xiao Hao without even glancing at it.

"Here, take it. May your...dreams come true?"

Mo Zhen's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible mockery.

Xiao Hao, that clueless country bumpkin, looked at the high-grade black and yellow ball and grumbled.

"What?! Is this a Poké Ball? I've never seen this type before. Hey, are you trying to fool me with a knock-off? I'm the chosen one..."

Seeing Gouhao's ungrateful attitude, before Mo Zhen could explain anything, Xiao Huolong angrily rushed up to him.

"Aaaaaaah! How dare you be so disrespectful to Elder Chi! Get out of here!"

Before the kid could react, Xiao Huolong had already unleashed a furious flesh-ball attack.

With a powerful thrust, the large stomach sent Dog Hao flying more than twenty meters away.

"Hmphh ...

Stunned and disoriented from the impact, Doggo scrambled to grab the Ultra Ball, too terrified to even utter a curse, and immediately tucked his tail between his legs and fled, charging once more towards the free continent of Unova…

【Ughh ...

Xiao Mengzi instantly became extremely angry and furious. Her pink body jumped wildly in the air, her beady eyes wide open, and she let out a sharp pig-like howl at Mo Zhen.

[That's a high-level ball! If this beast gets his hands on one, who knows what he'll do? The future of this world is absolutely bleak!!!]

Mo Zhen retaliated with an invincible bullet punch, slamming it into Xiao Mengzi's face to silence her.

Watching Xiao Hao limp away into the distance, he stroked his chin and revealed a mysterious smile.

"What's the rush? It's just a High Ball. A story needs some unexpected twists to be interesting. Giving this persistent 'chosen one' a High Ball might... give us a pleasant surprise?"

Just as the last few workers on the construction site helped each other disappear into the dust, the noise receded like the tide, leaving only a mess of sleepers and congealed bloodstains.

The aloe vera, which fired the first punch in the fight against oppression, did not leave with the crowd.

She stood alone by the railway tracks, her signature thick lips pressed tightly together, her large, round eyes staring blankly at the gray skyline of United States in the distance.

I am Sister Mysterious Lips... Her understanding of the past few decades has been completely overturned, like the sleeper on her shoulder being forcibly pulled away, leaving her at a loss.

Just then, Mo Zhen silently strolled over to her side, casually putting his hands in his trouser pockets, and said nonchalantly.

"What's wrong? Feeling lost about your future?"

Aloe trembled slightly, glanced at Mo Zhen, and nodded heavily.

"I...I don't know what to do right now. I feel very confused about my identity, and I don't know how to define myself..."

Mo Zhen, however, gave his advice without taking it seriously.

"Don't worry about these things, your background is a minor issue. What's important is how you use your striking appearance to build your persona."

Aloe turned her head blankly, a muscle twitching on her dark face.

“Character? I… I only know that I am the daughter of Afrikaans, my tribe…”

"That's right, tribes! Tribal culture is the biggest selling point! You have the potential to become an internet celebrity!"

Mo Zhen abruptly interrupted her, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, like a talent scout who had discovered a gem in the rough.

Upon hearing Mo Zhen's words, Aloe was stunned; it was as if she had heard something cryptic.

"Internet celebrity? Me?! I'm just someone from a primitive tribe... uh... I don't even know what that means anymore. Anyway, how could someone like me become an internet celebrity?"

Mo Zhen, however, was like a master who had grasped the secrets of wealth, offering guidance and advice.

"Listen up, Ms. Aloe, your background is precisely your secret to wealth! Think about it: the life of a primitive tribe far from the hustle and bustle, the image of a strong woman who can lift a heavy weight, the simple and unpretentious rural atmosphere... these are the spiritual meals that those corporate slaves in United City, whose souls have been drained by reinforced concrete and the 996 work schedule, crave the most!"

Aloe was a little bewildered by his string of unheard-of terms like "wealth code" and "spiritual meal replacement," but the word "tribe" made her instinctively prick up her ears.

Mo Zhen struck while the iron was hot, like a marketing master imparting knowledge and skills.

"You need a partner, a 'director' and 'agent' who knows how to package, film, and operate."

Aloe vera stared wide-eyed, listening intently to the guidance of this important person.

Mo Zhen continued to speak eloquently, sharing his experiences and insights.

"I've already thought of all the content for you! We'll film your daily life! Film you carrying an entire railway sleeper with one hand and chopping it as firewood! Film you clearing land on saline-alkali soil with a shovel, sweat dripping down your face, showing superhuman strength! Film you cooking strangely shaped tree root and wild vegetable soup in an ancestral stone pot! Pair it with a catchy background music! I guarantee it will go viral!"

With each word he spoke, Aloe's bewildered eyes brightened a little more.

Those scenes of labor that she took for granted suddenly became shining gold in the mouth of this man in the red suit!
She seemed to see a completely new path, a path where she could support herself and even help the tribe without having to crawl on the railway tracks!
"My benefactor! You...you are truly my benefactor!"

She straightened her back, her glossy black skin appearing as if coated with bronze armor in the morning light, all her confusion gone, leaving only a burning fighting spirit for her new life.

"I understand! Film videos! Share tribal life! Let everyone see the power of us Afrikaans!"

After Mo Zhen and his group caused a ruckus at the construction site, the information was quickly delivered to a mineral enthusiast.

As Daigo carefully examined the information in his hand, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmm... my intuition was right. Looks like you can attract a lot of attention for me. I'll let you and that guy, Yang De, deal with each other slowly!"

The next moment, in the supercomputer controlled by the Megalodon calculator, Mo Zhen's information was tagged with "Special Combat Power" and entered into the top-secret file.

……

A few days later, in Sanyo City, at the Three Monkeys Restaurant.

Mo Zhen sat in a private booth by the window, scrolling through short videos while waiting for the waiter to serve the food.

The video features Hezhong Lujie, the hottest new internet celebrity right now, known for her "Doujing" and "Kuailing" styles!
This account posts videos every day of a dark-skinned, robust woman doing farm work, sharing the daily life of the Hezhong primitive tribe.

She was wearing a tribal-style coarse cloth short jacket, revealing her dark, strong, and shiny arms. She was swinging a huge axe with one hand, vigorously chopping at a giant tree off-camera!
With each swing of the axe, her bulging muscles unleashed an astonishing power, and sweat streamed down her dark skin like a brook, glistening in the sunlight.

The background music is a remix of the catchy and energetic song "Great Unity, My Hometown," interspersed with primitive drumbeats and tribal chants.

After hacking down an entire tree in a flurry of blows, Aloe Vera threw down the axe and roared at the camera, "Are you cool, bro?!"

In the video, comments flooded in like a tidal wave.

Holy crap! This woman is even more skilled than a seasoned construction worker!

[Africa's Tiger is truly impressive, I've followed it!]

Wow, those sweaty feet are making my mouth water...

[I can't eat without this video! I need three bowls of rice!]

After the video of aloe vera went viral online, it quickly attracted a lot of strange and unsavory characters.

Some of her pica sufferers are particularly fond of her size 45 sweaty feet, and there's a growing tendency for them to be unable to eat without watching her videos.

The thin, short, timid man with glasses in the video is clearly the video collaborator that Aloe found, following Mo Zhen's instructions.

This person was her husband, who ran a fossil museum with her in the original timeline.

He has become the rival of millions of foot fetishists in the United States, with thousands of online discussion posts every day expressing envy, jealousy and hatred towards him!
Mo Zhen nodded slightly and sighed softly in a knowing tone.

"Finally, the last piece of the puzzle is complete! She's finally figured out the 'fierce wife and domineering husband' dynamic; she's practically a Hezhong version of 'Northeast Rain Sister'! And that bespectacled guy reminds me of Lao Kuai... The gears of fate have finally started turning!"

Mo Zhen has already prepared the rest of the script for Aloe Vera.

Once the traffic peaks, they will take advantage of the momentum to start selling products, launching "Chief Afrika's Secret Recipe Vitality Tree Fruit Jam" and "Mi Chun Jie's Tribal Handmade Soap," reaping a wave of nostalgia from consumers.

And then... when some righteous quality control department discovers that no tree fruit ingredients were detected in the jam, and the handmade soap was manufactured by a German company...

Then came the much-anticipated collapse, the house fell apart, and they vanished without a trace.

Finally, forgotten in a fossil museum, he begins digging for fossils all day, covered in dust and dirt, hoping to find an urn containing ashes from Czechoslovakia, make a comeback, and become rich overnight. The timeline ends perfectly!
Mo Zhen put away the Orange Fruit phone with satisfaction, as if she had just finished directing a wonderful short play.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the restaurant, which was filled with a natural ambiance.

Behind the bar, the three brothers, Tian Tong, were each performing their duties.

The Cold Water Monkey meticulously cleaned the crystal goblet with its flowing tail technique; the Spicy Monkey's tail flames precisely licked the iron plate, grilling the tree fruit pancakes; and the Coconut Monkey plucked cauliflower from its own body to provide raw materials.

Little Mengzi, like a pink cotton candy, floated listlessly on Mo Zhen's head, her beady eyes glaring at the three brothers with dissatisfaction.

[These three chefs are exactly the same as in the original timeline! They're still running a run-down restaurant! Nothing's changed at all! They've prevented me from getting a single piece of Dream Energy!]

Mo Zhen merely raised an eyebrow in noncommittal response, ignoring Xiao Mengzi's complaints.

He elegantly cut a small piece of salad made with cauliflower, a special ingredient from the cauliflower brand, with his silver fork and put it in his mouth.

The crispness of the lettuce leaves and the sweet and slightly astringent taste of the juice intertwine on the tongue, carrying a pure flavor derived from the essence of plants.

Just as he was savoring the lingering aftertaste of this gift from nature, a strange yet inexplicably familiar male voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Hmm... The tartness of the lime juice and the fruit perfectly balances the sweetness of the peach, and when paired with premium cauliflower from Huayhou, the textures are distinct, refreshing and full of the vibrant life of spring. This salad's impact on the taste buds is like a carefully composed pastoral symphony... a very profound flavor."

Hearing this expert, gourmet-like comment, Mo Zhen suddenly looked up.

A mysterious red-haired man in a cloak had appeared in the seat opposite him at some point, looking at him with a half-smile...

(End of this chapter)