My love is abyss mode

Chapter 109 The Bassist Strikes!
The bonds of friendship cannot withstand the iron heel of capital.

Black Fang stared at the screen of the handheld game console, watching Garchomp unleash five Scale Shots, three of which were critical hits, instantly killing Milton. He gritted his teeth.

Is this reasonable?

He turned to look at Shishio Ryo and asked the question that had been bothering him: "Were all your Pokémon given away by the official company?"

"No."

"Then why are your skills different from mine?"

"luck."

Hatsushiro Ryo exited the battle interface, opened the skill description of Rinsha and handed it to him.

[Scale Shot: Launches scales to attack. Attacks 2-5 times consecutively; speed increases but defense decreases.]
This move does rely heavily on luck, but Shishio Ryo used it three times in total, each time landing a full five attacks, including three critical hits, instantly defeating his three Pokémon.

The other three died from Dialga's Iron Hoof Beam; using this move will damage the user.

This is simply unreasonable!
Kuronuma clenched his fists, feeling particularly annoyed as he thought about how he had confidently declared earlier that morning that "the anniversary gift would not be late."

One of his principles is that he must never break his word and always do what he says he will do.

Seeing that Kuronuma Kiba's expression was somewhat unpleasant, Hatsushika Ryo thought seriously for a moment, then raised her hand to stroke his head and said expressionlessly, "It's okay, try harder next time."

She wasn't trying to comfort anyone; she just felt that humans all do this, clumsily imitating others.

After briefly experiencing emotions on the rooftop, Hatsushino Ryo reverted to her usual nerdy self, still clumsily earnest.

"No, I must defeat you again today."

Kuronuma still believed there was something wrong with her handheld game console and refused to admit defeat: "Let's switch consoles and play again. Would that count as defeating you?"

“Okay.” Hatsushino Ryo nodded in agreement, and the two began their battle again.

The starting Pokémon is still Dialga against Alola Ninetales, but this time, it's Swampert who controls the iron hooves of capital.

Iron Hoof Ray!

Missed.

"Nine-Tails, use the power of the moon." Hatsushika Ryo read it out in a flat, emotionless voice, and the power of the moon struck the vital point.

Is it because qualified trainers develop feelings for their Pokémon?
"Sorry, Sandshrew whose personality was changed by giving him medicine"—Swamp Fang looked at Dialga's last bit of health and nodded thoughtfully.

"Dialga, use Iron Hoof Beam!"

Iron Hoof Ray, missed.

"Nine-Tails, use Blizzard."

The voice of Suzuka Hatsunano rang in my ears, and Dialga was removed from the screen of the handheld game console.

The remaining five Dragon-type Pokémon were defeated one after another by Ninetales' blizzard, proving that type advantage still applied.

This time, capital lost.

Kurogane put down his handheld console and slumped weakly onto the sofa: "Now, I believe in your luck."

"Hmm, want to play again?"

"I'm thinking about how to beat you."

“Okay.” Hatsushiro Ryo put down the handheld console, picked up the keyboard and mouse again, and focused his wine-red eyes on the project proposal on the monitor screen.

The apartment was quiet. Kuronuma, displaying his indomitable spirit, reflected on his two recent failures.

First of all, Pokémon moves have an accuracy rating. A move with a 100% accuracy rate cannot miss. Iron Hoof Beam only has a 95% accuracy rate, which is equivalent to 0% for the extremely lucky Shikano Ryo.

Secondly, due to her luck, almost all of Shikano Ryo's moves will hit vital points, dealing extremely high damage, so we must find a way to avoid them. Finally, if we want to change tactics, there's definitely not enough time to train a new Pokémon today; we must defeat her in another way.

He summoned the system with his mind, and a pink, semi-transparent panel immediately appeared before his eyes. He opened the shop and fixed his gaze on the last white entry.

[White entry: Absent bassist / 10 points]
[Absent Bassist: Gains top-tier bassist talent by biting a lighter.]
Hatsushino Ryo is a bassist, so maybe we can beat her in that respect. It's worth a try.

System, purchase.

[Remaining points: 880]
"Senior Liang, could you please tell the person delivering lunch to also send a lighter?"

Kuronuma Kiba moved Hatsushika Ryo's legs off him, set them up on the coffee table, shifted his position, and lay down with his head resting on her legs: "I'm going to beat you with my bass."

"Okay." Hatsushiro Ryo picked up her phone, sent a message, and continued working.

With the click of the mouse, Kuronuma Kiba closed his eyes, inhaling the rich and beautiful scent of roses, and heard Hatsushino Ryo's joyful voice again.

I am human.
Kuronuma Kiba was not entirely unaware of her secrets either.

When I called my hometown, my mother said she remembered Hatsushino Ryo, and my father also bluntly said that she was the child of a god.

With extraordinary talent, unparalleled luck, and a flawless physique and appearance, he seems like a child of a god, destined to become an omnipotent being.

This is why Hatsushino Ryo feels very far away from the world. She has been sitting high in the clouds since birth, lacking many definite and clear feelings.

This leads to Hatsushika Ryo possessing common sense but lacking emotions and feelings, which is why Shirakawa Momo describes her as "cold-blooded."

Hatsushika Ryo longs for someone to defeat her and wants to become human, which can be considered a kind of pursuit of her own existence.

Ding--

The crisp beeping interrupted Kuronuma's thoughts. He opened his eyes, looked up at the elevator, and saw the elevator doors slowly opening to the sides, revealing only a food cart inside.

Hatsushino Ryo glanced down at him and reminded him, "Lunch."

"I'll go." Kuronuma Kiba sat up and quickly stepped into the elevator.

The two-tiered food cart is filled with exquisite dishes. Australian lobsters rest on crushed ice, their backs cut open to reveal glistening, translucent meat. The warm, white steam from the beef rice carries the sizzling aroma of hot oil.
He pushed the food cart to the dining table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and eagerly picked up the metal lighter placed in the corner of the first floor, putting it in his mouth.

In a daze, the particles of sunlight transformed into musical notes and flowed into my body.

Music theory, technique, emotion, rhythm control, how to cooperate with teammates, and even the most inconspicuous bass sound in every song I've ever heard have all been transformed into musical scores and appeared in my mind.

Kuronuma Kiba turned to look at Hatsushino Ryo, who was still working, took the lighter out of his mouth, and said with a wicked smile in a serious tone, "Ryo-senpai, I don't know if your bass playing is bad, but it's definitely not as good as mine."

"..." Hatsushiro Ryo turned to look at him, her wine-red eyes filled with confusion.

"Wait a mininute."

Kuronuma Kiba hurried upstairs to her room, took the bass guitar that was placed in the corner, put the lighter in his mouth, and tried to strike the strings with his thumb and pluck them with his index finger. These were advanced techniques that naturally came to mind.

The notes burst forth, the rhythm layered and distinct, the low-frequency particles like raindrops pattering on glass at night, each drop striking straight to the heart.

After trying out the bass's unique octave leaps, Kuroguma carried the bass downstairs, stood with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at Hatsushino Ryo with a playful gaze in his black eyes.

As his fingertips glide across the strings, the deep vibrations draw Hatsushino Ryo's gaze.

She turned to look at Kuronuma, intently appreciating his performance.

"That Band" is a song that demands a lot from the bassist. The song runs at a crazy speed of 190 bpm, with dense and continuous eighth notes and a complex rhythm.

Under Kuronuma Kiba's performance, within just the first 30 seconds, Hatsushika Ryo unconsciously held his breath.

The surging music gradually synchronized with her heartbeat, and the switching between legato and muted notes made the melody both like whispers and shouts. She saw the bass lines cutting the sunlight into sparkling stardust, leading her into a dazzling dream.

(End of this chapter)