An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 62 Art and You (A tough story tomorrow, please be sure to read on)

Having successfully led Gongping astray—no, astray—onto the path of a trainer, Mo Zhen was finally able to completely let go and focus on his own career.

Upon arriving at the illegal internet cafe, Mo Zhen slammed his hand on the counter with an air of dominance and roared at the manager.

"Hey kid, get me a good private room right now, no rooms with a smoky smell!"

The internet cafe manager was startled by Mo Zhen's domineering gaze and the guy's imposing aura.

In all his years, this was the first time he had ever seen someone operate a machine with such an arrogant and domineering attitude.

Anyone who didn't know better would think this person had come to the flagship store to pick up a Maybach.

But the next moment, when he recognized Mo Zhen's face, he immediately trembled with excitement.

"What? It's you!"

"Yes, it's me!"

That's right, this is the same internet cafe where Mo Zhen first smashed a monitor with his fist and ran away overnight because no one was interested in his novel.

He returned here entirely because Mo Zhen is truly an artist who sees things through to the end; he gets back up wherever he falls.

I was the one who failed miserably in this very internet cafe back then. Now that I have my identity and have achieved success, I must witness the glorious moment of signing my contract here!

The network administrator grabbed Mo Zhen's arm and launched into a barrage of insults.

"Well, you bastard, you think you're so great just because you're handsome?! I've finally caught you. You're not leaving here today without paying for the monitor!"

Mo Zhen's eyelids twitched as she felt a strong, powerful touch on her arm.

He never expected that the other party would still remember the time he smashed the monitor with his punch.

This...this happened dozens of chapters ago, right? Is it really necessary to revisit a foreshadowing that hardly any readers remember?!

The next moment, Mo Zhen's eyes ignited with an inextinguishable golden light, and he spoke coldly as if he were a monarch with boiling dragon blood.

"Do you know who I am?"

As the captain of the Quick-Gun team, Uzi can easily handle even a small-time internet cafe manager, let alone anything else.

Mo Zhen originally thought that once the other party saw the lion hidden in his eyes, he would immediately tremble and bow down.

But to his utter surprise, the other party, due to their low rank and lack of updated data, did not recognize him, the newly appointed captain of Uzbekistan.

Thomson only informed a few business owners with whom he had the closest business dealings about the captaincy change. People like the internet cafe manager were completely unaware of this information.

"Go ahead and send it! If you break something, you have to pay for it! If you don't have money, stay here and work to pay off your debt!"

Man, what can I say?

Mo Zhen wore the same helpless smile as Lao Da.

A master player like him finds these silver-ranked idiots the most annoying.

All those unspoken rules that only hardcore gamers understand are completely useless against these clueless newbies.

These terminally ill cancer patients completely fail to understand their master-level gameplay. They can't comprehend that their aggressive positioning is a hint that the jungler is coming to gank top, and they just come up and take you down in one fell swoop, leaving you helpless.

Fortunately, the awkwardness didn't last long; the jungler appeared as soon as he finished speaking.

In a private room at the internet cafe, a skinny young man wearing a quick-draw team uniform emerged, pulling up his pants and cursing.

"What's all this noise about? It's ruining my mood for watching that epic battle between internet celebrities and their sugar daddies. Holy crap... Captain Uzi!"

"Uzi...Captain?!"

The young internet cafe manager's eyes were filled with shock and fear the moment he was ganked by the jungler.

Having offended the captain of the quick-fire squad, he knew his life was over.

【Quack! Spicy!】

Xiao Mengzi's eyes showed fear. Knowing Mo Zhen as it did, it felt that he would pull out an Uzi submachine gun from his pocket and shoot the other person in the next second.

Snapped!
A thunderous explosion erupted in the internet cafe, and Mo Zhen slammed his hand on the counter, a benevolent smile spreading across his face.

"You think I'm the kind of person who doesn't pay back debts? I, Uzi, am a man of integrity who dares to take responsibility. If I eat a monitor, I'll pay for the monitor!" A gold coin was seen embedded firmly into the tabletop of the counter that Mo Zhen had slapped.

This is a gold coin bestowed by the god of art, also known as "divine gold".

After bidding for the gold coin, Mo Zhen turned and left, leaving everyone with an enigmatic silhouette.

Divine power is like a prison, divine grace is like the sea.

Neither the network administrator nor Xiaomengzi could see through Mo Zhen's actions.

But without a doubt, they were captivated by the man's damn charm.

The great god of art did not punish the foolish mortals, because...

Today is a good day.

Previously, Mo Zhen was troubled by the lack of legal status, and the signing of the contract had been delayed until now, causing the free chapters of "Battle Through the Heavens" to approach 500,000 words, directly surpassing the divine book "The Legend of Mortal Car Repairman" which was signed at 400,000 words.

In Mo Zhen's eyes, signing a contract is a significant event for every author, no less important than their wedding night.

It represents an artist's work having withstood the test of the market and gained public recognition. It is an artistic sublimation, a qualitative breakthrough, symbolizing that the artist's hard work has successfully bridged the gap between the spiritual and the material worlds, allowing ideals and reality to break down the barriers between dimensions...

In plain terms...

I can finally start charging these readers whatever I want!

Ahem, of course, Mo Zhen, as a great god of art, certainly isn't after the meager sums in readers' pockets.

He has long since transcended vulgar interests and has absolutely no interest in money!
But he really enjoys the feeling of people clicking to subscribe because of his art.

That was the highest affirmation of his artistic creation, a heartfelt belief in art.

Mo Zhen firmly believes that only when writers and readers give to each other can they achieve the most direct and sincere spiritual exchange!
And from these subscriptions, he can continuously draw artistic power to create even more frenzied art.

Those devout believers who subscribed to his artworks on official channels can enter his art temple after death, become the protagonists in his works, and experience extraordinary artistic lives.

Yes, that's right, the god of art is just that straightforward.

You must firmly believe that the god of art never covets your money; He simply wants to test the strength of your faith in art.

Believe in art; belief needs no reason!

The moment Mo Zhen finished typing the contract information and clicked send, the system paused slightly, and a message box with a crystal chandelier spirit icon immediately popped up in the author's backend.

【Dear Mr. Mo Zhenzhen, I've been waiting for you for ages! It's a great honor for Qidian.com that you've condescended to sign with us. From now on, I will be your editor. Whether you get banned for driving or for online commentary, please be sure to contact me directly as soon as possible. I will answer any questions you may have!】

"Hiss... Isn't that Wanlong?"

Looking at the ID 【Wanwan's Dragon】, Mo Zhen, with an artist's keen sense, recognized the other party's identity at a glance.

Speaking of which, he even went out of his way to read this chuunibyou girl's masterpiece. With his objective evaluation from the perspective of an art god, the level of her novel can only be described as tragic.

The plot of the book is all the same old stuff, the main storyline of traveling around the region, challenging gyms and becoming the champion. This piece of junk has been going on for generations, almost to double digits, it's all the same old stuff with different names.

As for the overly affected and pretentious writing style in the book, it was so awkward that he almost dug his toes out of a three-bedroom apartment.

But as a cultured artist, Mo Zhen still responded very politely.

[Dear Editor, I've detected a remarkable artistic flair in your punctuation. I've recently encountered some difficulties in my artistic creation process and hope to find a like-minded person for a deeper yet more accessible discussion. Would it be possible for us to meet in person?]

In-person discussions, yet they need to be explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way?!

Almost instantly, Wanlong, acting as a novelist, began to engage in her inner drama.

Could this be the legendary...?

Aa ...
Although Wanlong's career is going smoothly, his personal love life is a complete mess. In a few years, he will finally get married and become a great magician.

[I do!!! See you at the Pokémon Hollywood Witch Cafe the day after tomorrow morning!]

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.

Dear friends, starting tomorrow, we will enter a new era. Let me say it one last time: art is about to accelerate. The previous chapters were merely to confirm whether you possess a true artistic spirit, because the purity of true art is beyond the capacity of ordinary people. Starting tomorrow, the purity of art will surpass your imagination...

(End of this chapter)