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Chapter 117 The Dragon of Ideals, Rock and Roll in Dreams (Please Subscribe)
The deafening noise finally subsided, and the stage lights softened, leaving only a few overhead lights that stretched Homiga and Mo Zhen's shadows across the empty stage.

After the venue was completely cleared, Mo Zhen casually sat on the edge of the stage, while Homiga hugged her somewhat worn electric guitar, her face still flushed with excitement from the performance and the thrill of meeting her idol.

"call--!"

Homiga let out a long sigh of relief and shook his sweat-dampened white hair.

"I never expected you to come to my show, Director Mo! I... I feel like I'm walking on clouds! You're sitting right here, and we're chatting like friends? My God, this is more dreamlike than my rock and roll dreams!"

She smiled without any pretense, revealing her sharp little tiger teeth, making it impossible to tell that she was the leader of the narcotics squad who controlled the underground Dream Smoke in Liyong City.

But Mo Zhen is, after all, a veteran artist who has seen many ups and downs. He has even seen an Oscar-winning actress like Liu Li. It's really hard to say whether the person in front of him is a human or a ghost.

With his signature confident smile on his face, he gently patted the seat next to him, gesturing for her to sit closer.

"I never expected that the rock girl I met in Bollywood would transform into the leader of the Poison Smoke team. Homiga is truly a hidden talent..."

Homiga seemed completely oblivious to the probing undertone in Mo Zhen's words, instead taking it as a compliment.

Like a cat whose fur has been stroked, she proudly raised her chin, plopped down next to Mo Zhen, and hugged the guitar even tighter.

"Oh! You mean this!"

She lowered her voice, with a hint of excitement at sharing a secret.

"Honestly, Director Mo, I never imagined the toxic smoke team would become such a big and popular thing! It all started as a bunch of random stuff I did with some friends in the basement..."

In the shadows of the stage curtain, the handsome man's ears perked up instantly, and the recording pen almost pierced through the curtain.

[Just messing around in the basement... and that's how you created Dream Cigarettes, right? It's confirmed, looks like the production base for Dream Cigarettes is in a basement somewhere in Liyong City!]

On stage, Mo Zhen raised her eyebrows slightly and leaned forward a little, appearing quite interested.

"Really? How did this business grow from a small start to the renowned scale it is today? This is not a level that an ordinary band can reach."

Homiga, completely oblivious, was bursting with a desire to share and started gesturing excitedly.

"Actually, there's no complicated secret! It all started with a few like-minded friends, all of us with rock and roll blood flowing in our veins! Liyong City is such a dreadful place, so lifeless and suffocating! We thought we had to stir things up and give this place a shot of adrenaline! We hit it off immediately and formed a band called Poison Smoke Band! It means our music is powerful enough to hit you like poison smoke, making you feel high the moment you hear it!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen twitched the corner of her mouth and said meaningfully.

"Oh? Really? Your drug is certainly potent. Your band name is truly 'living up to its name'! By the way, could you introduce me to your friends next to you? They seem to play a crucial role in your performances..."

He glanced meaningfully at the gas bomb emitting purple smoke and the centipede king struggling with the can of yellow peaches.

Homika followed his gaze, her face immediately beaming with the pride of a loving mother.

"Haha, of course, they're all our old buddies! At first, our band didn't do particularly well. Our rock music seemed too ahead of its time and didn't get the recognition it deserved. Uh... a lot of people said we didn't sing well, and some even said our performances were noise pollution. The band didn't have any income and had a very tough time..."

"but!"

Homiga clenched his fist, his eyes blazing with fury.

"We firmly believe that our rock music is the best! Just when we were about to give up and were having our last cathartic rehearsal in an abandoned factory in an old industrial area, a miracle happened!"

Her voice rose, filled with divinity.

"They! They were drawn here by our pure, wild rock spirit! These toxic spirits! They became our first and most loyal listeners! Can you imagine? They listened to our songs, swaying and nodding their heads in ecstasy! That feeling of being understood and resonated with..."

She was so excited she almost choked up.

Mo Zhen and the handsome man exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding the direction the plot would take next.

"Oh? So later these enthusiastic listeners started to give back to you in their own unique way?"

Homiga immediately nodded in agreement, making no attempt to hide the excitement in his eyes.

"That's right! They absolutely love our performances! As soon as we start singing and the music begins, they immediately gather from all directions! It's amazing! Later on, they naturally became an indispensable part of our band's atmosphere and backup dancers!"

She imitated the way a gas bomb emits smoke.

"Look at the smoke from the gas canisters, the effect is amazing! It drapes the stage in a mysterious and powerful veil, instantly maximizing the atmosphere! Isn't it incredibly cool!"

The handsome man frowned; clearly, the other person wasn't telling the truth.

Atmosphere crew? Backup dancers? Bullshit! That smoke is a psychedelic carrier!
He winked at Mo Zhen: Increase the intensity!

Mo Zhen cleared her throat, deciding to stop beating around the bush. She leaned forward, lowered her voice, and spoke with a mysterious, persuasive air.

“Miss Homiga, to be honest, I did feel an indescribable power just now from the audience. That power seemed to penetrate my eardrums and reach the depths of my soul, making me feel as if my dreams were within reach? Hmm, I think you know what I mean, right?”

Finally, seeing that Mo Zhen had already said this much, Homiga finally revealed her excitement without any more concealment, and her aura instantly switched from that of a rock girl to that of a cult leader.

"Hehehe, Director Mo, it seems you've already figured it out..."

At that moment, the handsome man's face turned solemn, and he quietly tightened his grip on the gun.

Mo Zhen was also slightly shaken, circulating his divine power within his body, ready to unleash the Invincible Bullet Fist at any moment.

"Haha, after all, it's such a unique experience, it's hard not to notice..."

Homiga took a deep breath, as if to announce a shocking secret, his face filled with a sacred sense of mission.

"Director Mo, as expected, I can't escape your keen artistic insight. Since you've already sensed it, then I'll tell you. Yes, as you can see, my singing actually possesses the magic to make dreams come true!!!"

"Huh?" "What?!"

Mo Zhen and the handsome man were both taken aback, their eyes filled with confusion.

Homiga's eyes burned with an almost fanatical flame. Like a charlatan who had found a kindred spirit, he was so excited that his voice trembled as he tightly gripped Mo Zhen's arm.

"Master, do you...do you believe in...Hezhong Dream?"

Mo Zhen is not one to lie; he only knows how to use language. So, with a sincere "I understand" smile plastered on his face, he chuckled and said.

"Haha, of course!" Having received Mo Zhen's approval, Homiga trembled with excitement, like a devout believer, and began to recount the miracles he had witnessed.

"Yes! This is the meaning of our stepping onto this land! We came to Unova to pursue the [Unova Dream], didn't we? Legend has it that a supreme god named the [Dragon of Ideals] sleeps on the land of Unova! He can grant those who set foot on this land the power to realize their dreams! This is the origin of the [Unova Dream]!"

Her eyes were unfocused, as if she were recalling a divine revelation.

"When I first came to Unova, my dad kept talking about this, and I thought he was crazy. But then everything changed. I personally experienced the miracle of the [Dragon of Ideals]! It's a dream! It's the dream of rock and roll! It awakened the divine power that had been dormant within me!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

What the heck? Reshiram, that dragon from the doujinshi, has this kind of power? I've never heard of him before...

Homiga was completely absorbed in his own oracle, and his speech became faster and faster.

"Yes, it was the power of dreams that transformed me! You see, before, nobody bought into our rock music! But since that sacred day, my singing has had a miraculous power! Those audience members who listened to my songs all said they felt their souls ascend, and their dreams were dancing right before their eyes! They were completely captivated! If they didn't hear my voice for a day, they felt restless, like they had lost their souls! This is the power of dreams coming true! This is the magic of rock music!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen and the handsome man exchanged a glance, their expressions already on the verge of breaking down.

Is BYD...acting? How can they say such nonsense with such a straight face...If you really want to listen to her lousy songs, you'd have to consider whether your ears can take it, even if you paid them!
Luckily, Mo Zhen and the handsome guy are both Interpol agents; they've received professional training, otherwise they really would have burst out laughing on the spot...

Forcing a tense expression, Mo Zhen couldn't help but complain.

"Is...is it possible that the 'Ideal Dragon' really did smuggle a little ice into your concert...?"

Upon hearing Mo Zhen's insightful words, Homiga was slightly taken aback, then burst into a thunderous laugh.

"Hahahaha, Master, you're so funny! This is a metaphor, right? A metaphor? Hahahaha, this metaphor is absolutely brilliant!"

She patted Mo Zhen's shoulder firmly and affirmed.

"That's right! You're absolutely right! My singing voice has that pure, magical power! It's purer and more powerful than anything else!"

Mo Zhen twitched her lips, unsure how to respond.

Purity? That's really high...

Immersed in her own world, Homiga ignored the tense expression on Mo Zhen's face and continued to indulge in her own thoughts.

“Since then, more and more people have wanted to join us. Some are musicians, and some are fans who simply like us and want to support us! They spontaneously formed a support group to help us promote, organize events, and maintain order at the scene... The team just snowballed and grew bigger and bigger! Look at the scene today!”

She spread her arms wide, proudly surveying the empty space that still seemed to retain the lingering warmth of the crowd.

"This is the dream of unity! This is the miracle woven from rock and roll and dreams!"

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was immersed in the grand narrative she had woven and who was radiating the brilliance of a savior, Mo Zhen felt only a thousand Arceus's thoughts running wild in his heart.

"Wow, that's really... really united! So, the Poison Smoke Team is now a large rock band and fan club complex?"

Homiga held his electric guitar, a happy expression on his face.

"That's right! We are one big family! We've come together because of rock and roll and dreams!"

Seeing Homiga's genuinely enraptured expression, Mo Zhen's eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

The other party didn't seem to be acting. If they really were, then he had to admit that it was astonishing that such a small city as Liyong could produce two Oscar-winning actresses...

In order to investigate the truth behind this matter more thoroughly, Mo Zhen continued to ask questions.

"So... Homiga, what's your dream? Is it to make the Poison Smoke Team bigger and bigger, and to have more and more shows?"

"dream……"

Homiga answered without hesitation, his eyes gleaming with the light of an idealist.

"Actually, when I first came to United, I was very confused... I had no idea what my dream was. I just followed my dad to this unfamiliar place and drifted through each day. It wasn't until I found my bandmates and we played rock music together that I gradually found the rhythm that moved me. In the moment of awakening that sacred power, I finally understood..."

The handsome guy and Mo Zhen held their breath as they watched Homiga suddenly stand up, raise the electric guitar high above his head, as if worshipping something.

"I am the chosen messenger of the [Dragon of Ideals]! I bear a sacred mission—to let my rock music resound in every corner of the world! To let everyone feel the ecstasy of dreams coming true through my songs! Look at the audience below the stage!"

She pointed to the empty stands, as if they were still full of people.

"They listened to my songs with such abandon and joy! Their rapture told me that in my music, they temporarily broke free from the shackles of reality, and their dreams were within reach! Isn't this the most rock and roll, the greatest thing? I want to bring this feeling to the entire United! To the whole world! Let my rock and roll be the catalyst that ignites the dreams of millions! This is the meaning of my existence!"

She clenched her fists, as if she were the messenger of the ideal dragon, filled with the passion and sense of mission of a protagonist in a classic manga.

"That's right! I am the savior born for this! I will use rock and roll to save this dull world!!!"

A catalyst for dreams to come true...

Mo Zhen and Xiao Mengzi stared at each other in silence once again.

This situation is just too damn abstract.

Although they didn't know if the girl was acting or not, the intoxication and ecstasy on the faces of the audience—that wasn't the power of rock and roll, that was just Mengzi smoking too much!

Mo Zhen sorted out her thoughts.

The situation is now clear.

Either this girl has smoked too much cigarettes and her mind is so confused that she can't distinguish between reality and dreams, reaching the level of Huozi Ge's "fake-to-real" acting skills, so good that she can even fool herself, and really thinks that her rock music can make people's dreams come true.

Either that...

"Hey, my rock star, still not gone this late? Oh? And who's this handsome guy...?"

Upon hearing that gentle, almost gay voice, Mo Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly turned his head away.

Upon seeing the blond man, he couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Holy crap, it's ice cold!!!"

(End of this chapter)