An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 255 Hoenn Dance, Haruka, Yuuki, and the Yandere Siblings, Tanyu and Uri.

In the United States, in a desolate wilderness, the wind howled, whipping up sand and gravel.

A fiery red motorcycle and a ghostly purple motorcycle raced side by side, tearing apart the silence of the wilderness.

A stunningly beautiful woman riding a red motorcycle lizard had her long, jet-black hair dancing wildly in the wind, and a strange beauty mark at the corner of her eye was faintly visible.

She held the phone in one hand and scrolled through the breaking news that had just popped up on her phone with the other, her eyes suddenly lighting up with excitement.

Wow—!

Her voice suddenly rose, almost drowning out the roar of the engine, startling the boy on the purple motorcycle next to her.

"I never imagined that such a grand event would be held in a rural place like Hezhong! And it was even hosted by that delicious Master Mo Zhenzhen!"

She emphasized the word "delicious," her tongue slowly licking the corner of her lips, as if she had already tasted some kind of intangible delicacy.

"Okay, it's decided then, Wu Li! Let's go take a look!"

She twisted the accelerator sharply, and the red motorcycle lizard let out an excited roar, its speed suddenly increasing.

The younger brother, Wuli, turned pale with fright, clinging tightly to the neck of the purple motorcycle lizard with both hands, his body almost pressed against the back of the mount, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Oh... Sister! This isn't a good idea, is it?! Didn't Principal Clavel seriously instruct us to investigate the abnormal energy fluctuations of the Black King's awakening? We're going to participate in some Food God Competition... Won't that interfere with our important work? What if the principal gets angry..."

"Um--?"

Danyu's smile froze instantly, and even the engine sound seemed to suffocate.

She suddenly tossed her head, her long hair whipping through the air like a mad demon, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

"Wu Li... what do you mean? Are you lecturing me? You're actually using that old man to intimidate me?"

Sensing its owner's fear, the purple motorcycle lizard let out an uneasy low growl.

Wu Li was instantly terrified, as if he had been hit directly by an ice-type skill, and froze on the spot.

Danyu's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, filled with hysterical anger.

"I never expected that my kind intention to broaden your horizons would be met with such an ungrateful response! You spineless little brother, you've truly disappointed me!!"

A powerful sense of oppression surged towards Wu Li like a tidal wave; he seemed to see invisible demons from hell baring their fangs and claws behind his sister.

"I'm...I'm sorry! I was wrong, sister, I was wrong!!"

Wu Li almost rolled off the saddle, landing heavily on the rough gravel with a thud. He didn't care about the pain in his knees, but clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I'll go! We'll go! Wherever my sister says we'll go, we'll go! I'll listen to my sister! Investigating the Black King destroying the world and all that... nothing... nothing is as important as the Food God Competition!"

He was so frightened that he was almost incoherent, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, not daring to look up at his sister's expression.

Seeing Wu Li's humble, almost groveling appearance, Dan Yu's ferocious anger vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely satisfied, almost morbidly flushed smile.

"Hehehe~~ That's my good little brother~~"

Her voice became sweet and sticky again. She reached out her hand, which was covered in black spiderweb gloves, and gently touched Wu Li's hair. The gesture was gentle, but it gave Wu Li goosebumps.

"Sister, I can't wait to taste that master chef's delicious food! Wake up, let's go!"

She patted the red motorcycle lizard, and the lizard hissed and darted forward impatiently.

Wu Li scrambled back onto the purple motorcycle lizard, frantically trying to catch up, tears of fear still lingering on his face, his heart filled with despair…

Inside the Three Monkeys Restaurant in Sanyo City.

"Mr. Mo Zhen... this... this commotion is too big!!"

Tian Tong held her phone, which was still receiving a constant stream of news notifications, her fingers trembling slightly.

He looked at Mo Zhen across from him, who was calmly sipping tree juice, his face filled with emotion and fear.

"For our sake... you actually openly challenged Mr. Hachiku and the entire West Ba Catering... and even held such a large-scale Food God Competition! We three brothers will never forget this kindness! But, with such enormous capital and so many well-known chefs from other alliances, can we really win?"

Bert and Cohen, who were beside him, also gathered around, their faces showing a mixture of excitement and unease.

Mo Zhen gently put down the cup, the bottom of the glass making a crisp sound as it hit the table.

A knowing smile played on his lips as he glanced at the three brothers.

"Victory or defeat? Ha, that has never been the most important thing."

He stood up, the hem of his red suit tracing an elegant arc.

"The important thing is the stage! It's the audience! It's getting the world's attention focused on your Three Monkeys Restaurant, and on your traditional, freshly made, soulful culinary philosophy!"

As she spoke, Mo Zhen opened her arms as if embracing an invisible future.

"As long as you shine in the Food God Competition and deliver those steaming hot dishes to the faces of those pre-made food enthusiasts! Let everyone see your strength and perseverance, and you'll become famous overnight! Then you'll become a viral restaurant, with people lining up for miles to eat here!"

Upon hearing this, the three brothers' eyes instantly shone with an unprecedented light. Their previous confusion and worries were completely shattered by these words, replaced by a burning fighting spirit!

[Oh my god! Lord Mo Zhen, look at the registration list!]

Little Dreamzi floated over excitedly, carrying a long electronic list in her mouth, her pink body bobbing up and down with excitement.

[So many familiar faces! From Hoenn, Johto, Alola, Padina... basically, except for the Galar region, which is known for its gourmet desert, every region has its Elite Four members signing up. It's practically like a regional champion team-building event!]

Mo Zhen took the list, his eyes quickly scanning it, and the playful smile on his lips deepened.

"Hahaha, everything is going according to plan. Taking advantage of this tournament, we can also get a feel for other regions and see what the trainers are like there, which will help us with our future world-building plans..."

Three days later, at the Food God Competition.

The venue was packed with people, colorful flags, chefs, gourmets, curious spectators, and all sorts of elves from eight regions.

In a relatively empty corner outside the venue, another small group of people had gathered.

A girl wearing a red headscarf with the words "Fangyuan Dance Skin" printed on it was standing on a wooden crate that had been temporarily moved there, shouting energetically.

"Don't miss out! Fangyuan's cutting-edge technology, a revolutionary product in the bodybuilding industry—the Nine Dragons Divine Needle!!"

Beside her feet was an open briefcase containing nine alarmingly thick syringes, each filled with a viscous liquid that shimmered with a suspicious, oily sheen.

"Just one injection! Just one injection! Give your elf perfect muscle definition with ease! Say goodbye to being skinny and chubby! Instantly transform into a muscular powerhouse! Beauty pageants and competitions alike! This is a rare opportunity, first come, first served!"

A group of gourmets, each carrying a Snorlax, a Quagsire, and a Jigglypuff, stood around, their faces filled with curiosity and deep suspicion.

They whispered and pointed, unsure whether the girl who looked like she was selling quack medicine was a charlatan. "Really? Is it really that amazing?"

A clear, youthful voice rang out, tinged with obvious disbelief.

A neatly dressed young man wearing a white headscarf pushed his way through the crowd and emerged.

Beside him was a mudskipper with a pointed head and exceptionally wise eyes, as if it had already seen through the truths of all things in the world.

"Anyone can come up with an advertising slogan! You try giving my Arnold to me if you dare! If it doesn't work, humph, I'll report you for false advertising!"

Young Yuuki crossed his arms and gestured with his chin toward Haruka on the stage.

The Mudkip named Arno also raised its paws, touched its smooth, round belly that showed no signs of training, and its eyes gleamed with a wise light that seemed to say, "I have seen through everything."

"Just try it!"

Xiaoyao was not intimidated at all. She grabbed the largest syringe, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"With my Nine Dragons Needle Technique, I guarantee your little muscles will transform into a muscular behemoth in a second! Hold on, little one!"

Before she could finish speaking, with lightning speed, she unleashed nine needles simultaneously, injecting the suspicious liquid into the body of Mudkip Arno in an almost brutal manner!
“Gah—?!”

Arno's wise gaze froze instantly, and his body trembled violently!

Then, to everyone's astonishment, its originally round body expanded wildly like an inflating balloon!

In an instant, the bulging muscles grew larger and thicker. In just two or three seconds, it transformed from an adorable mudskipper into a massive muscle monster, resembling a giant swamp monster!

It instinctively clenched its fist, its arm muscles twitching and making a teeth-grinding cracking sound, as if it contained explosive power!

"Fuck!!"

"The effect is... immediate!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"Give me a shot! Give my Snorlax a shot!"

"Me too! Give my Buzzwole... oh, it already has muscles, then give my Ditto a shot so it'll be even bigger when it transforms!"

The crowd erupted instantly, their doubts shattered by the visual spectacle before them, comparable to a Dynamax transformation. They pulled out their wallets and rushed toward May, causing the scene to briefly spiral out of control.

While Xiaoyao was frantically collecting money and handing out needles, she was secretly overjoyed and laughing to herself.

"Hahaha! Success! These fat sheep of the Union... no, I mean, our esteemed clients! As expected, food and bodybuilding go hand in hand! Taking advantage of this Food God Competition, Daddy's steroid business... no, I mean 'Nine Dragons Needle Technique' will definitely be promoted to the whole world! We're rich, we're rich!"

Suddenly, an enormous, orange-yellow stomach abruptly entered her field of vision, almost blocking out all the light.

Xiaoyao was startled and subconsciously looked up...

A small, dragon-like creature, shockingly fat and resembling a giant can of yellow peaches, slowly walked past her stall.

"Wow! A rare species! How many tree fruits did it eat to get this fat? It's practically a perfect natural billboard!"

Xiaoyao's professional instincts kicked in instantly; she rushed forward to stop the other person, a professional smile plastered on her face.

"This... uh, Mr. Charmander? How about trying our latest 'Nine Dragons Needle Technique' from Hoenn? We'll give you a discount, guaranteed to transform your big stomach into a muscle giant, restoring your Maximal prowess!"

Suddenly, the little fire dragon, which looked like a can of yellow peaches, stopped and slowly turned its head. It glanced at her with its tiny eyes, which were squeezed into slits by its fat, and then spoke in a deep, clear voice.

"Huh? I have the Nine Dragons Divine Pill personally passed down by Elder Chi, so I don't need any unorthodox Nine Dragons Needle Technique."

"Oh, there's the Nine Dragon Divine Pill, then..."

Xiaoyao subconsciously started to speak, but suddenly froze halfway through, her eyes widening instantly.

"Wait?! The elf spoke?! And in such fluent Alliance language?!"

Yuuki, who was directing Arno to strike a bodybuilding pose for the marketing, was also stunned. His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a Poké Ball, as he stared in disbelief at the talking fat dragon.

Xiaoyao suddenly turned her head and looked at Charmander's side—there was a man in a bright red suit, with his hands in his pockets, looking over at them with a leisurely and unfathomable expression on his face.

"Art... an art master! Mo Zhenzhenzhenzhen!!"

Xiaoyao recognized the other party instantly, and her voice changed with excitement. The surprise on her face was instantly replaced by ecstasy, and she instantly forgot about the fact that Charmander could talk!
She practically lunged at Mo Zhen, her eyes shining as she spoke incredibly fast.

"Master Mo Zhen! It really is you! That's wonderful! I'm a loyal fan of yours! Look how effective our 'Nine Dragons Needle Technique' is! We can collaborate! A powerful alliance! You take care of the artistic promotion, and I'll provide the products! Together, we'll promote the 'Nine Dragons Needle Technique' all over the world, so that every Pokémon fitness enthusiast in the world can get the needles and become a muscular giant! This is absolutely a win-win situation! No, it's a triple win! We're so excited!"

Mo Zhen stared blankly at the overly energetic and quirky Hoenn girl in front of him.

He instantly recognized the person in front of him as the harassing maniac with the ID "Torchicken Observer," who constantly sold medicine in his comment section and spammed private messages on his blog with messages like "Are you there? Let's see the chicken!"

Goodness, it turns out to be May, the chosen one of the Hoenn region. She's even selling steroids in the Food God Contest, and she's thinking of cooperating with me?

In an instant, when Xiaomengzi saw Xiaoyao, she felt that the Hoenn region was no longer a distant territory, but a golden mine waiting to be mined, full of fat sheep that could drop gold coins... no, more like lost lambs in dire need of correction!

Seeing the enthusiastic, even somewhat adoring look in Xiaoyao's eyes as she looked at Mozhen, Youshu's face instantly filled with loneliness and dejection.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Xiao Yao completely devoted to Mo Zhen, he swallowed his words and silently lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes.

Mo Zhen caught a glimpse of the male lead, who had almost no presence, out of the corner of her eye, and the smile on her lips instantly became harder to suppress than an AK47.

Hmm, this is getting interesting. It seems I'll need to properly "guide" them...

Just as Mo Zhen was about to speak to these two key figures from the Hoenn region...

"Get out of the way! Don't block the way!!"

A sharp cry was accompanied by an irresistible, immense force!
Xiaoyao felt a sudden, brute force come from her side and behind her. She screamed and was roughly shoved away, staggering several steps and almost falling!
A tall, hot woman dressed in a modified dress with a strong Parthian rural style appeared in front of Mo Zhen as if she had teleported!

Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, her breathing was rapid as if she had just sprinted a hundred meters, her full breasts heaved violently, and her eyes were filled with an almost frantic desire and a determined light!
The next second, she suddenly stretched out her hands, her ten fingers gripping Mo Zhen's red suit shoulders like iron clamps!
She brought her burning face close to Mo Zhen, her warm breath, carrying a sweet and cloying fragrance, directly onto his neck.

“Master Mo Zhenzhen! I’ve finally found you! I… I’m Danyu, a gourmet food connoisseur from Beishang Township in the Padiya region!”

She practically gritted her teeth, squeezing out each word from deep in her throat, her eyes both sickly and wild.

"Please... let! Me! Taste! Your! Flavor!"

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.

I'm back in familiar territory, and suddenly my typing speed has increased.

(End of this chapter)