An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 123 Little Chrysanthemum's Fantasy Time
Raven City, an ordinary Thursday afternoon.

Supermodel Xiaojuer returned to her luxurious villa after a day of shooting.

"That damned old man, he has a wife and kids and he's still so restless! Disgusting!"

She kicked off her expensive high heels and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.

The cold touch did not quell the anger; instead, it acted as a fuse, instantly igniting that humiliating memory.

In the afternoon, the set in the photography studio was a futuristic power plant.

This is a collaborative project between Fanba City and West Devon Corporation, aiming to develop Elf Energy for efficient power generation.

Having just finished taking photos, she wore a sparkly bodysuit that perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.

Just as they were about to finish work, local mining tycoon Ju Laoda suddenly approached.

He first gave her a false compliment, praising her as "Raven City's Zapdos".

Immediately afterwards, a calloused, incredibly strong hand suddenly grabbed her waist with force far exceeding politeness.

He leaned closer, his breath reeking of disgust, and began to slowly and forcefully massage her waist with his thumb, all the while making frivolous remarks.

"Oh, this clothing feels smoother than the fur of an electric weasel. Is this the latest technology from West Devon Corporation? This feeling is amazing; it's practically activating my energy core..."

She forced herself not to scream or slap him on the spot.

She simply turned around abruptly, staring at him with eyes that could shatter glass, her voice as cold as ice.

"Sir, please be mindful of your manners."

The old bastard could still grin nonchalantly, spread his hands, and speak in his signature loud voice.

"Oh dear, Miss Xiaoju, don't misunderstand! I just thought the fabric of your clothes was quite special, so I wanted to try it out and see how it felt. I didn't mean anything by it! Haha!"

Some of the staff around looked away awkwardly, while others pretended not to see and continued working.

This tacit silence made Xiaoju feel even more suffocated.

"Feel?"

Now, when Xiaoju thinks about it, anger almost burns her up.

She rushed to the huge mirror in the bathroom and looked at the flawless, radiant woman reflected in it.

This body, which is chased by countless cameras and admired by countless fans, is nothing more than a commodity that can be valued and touched at will in the eyes of some people.

"Screw the feel!"

She slammed her fist into the picture frame, the expensive wooden frame making a dull thud.

She turned on the shower and let the water wash over her body, as if to wash away the filth that had settled on her.

Models? Glamorous? Bullshit!

This job, beneath its glittering sugar coating, is filled with all sorts of unpleasant realities.

Endless dieting, precise food measurements down to the gram, all to cram into those whimsical works of art designed by ergonomically inept designers.

The bright lights made their skin burn and their eyes sting and tear up, yet they still had to maintain the most perfect smile in front of the camera and strike a pose that would satisfy both the photographer and the brand.

Standing for seven or eight hours at a time, it's common for feet to be blistered and bleeding from ill-fitting high heels.

What's even more disgusting is the constant scrutiny and harassment.

Designers, photographers, stylists, brand representatives, sponsors...

Everyone felt entitled to comment on her body, and even to touch her inappropriately.

"Slim down your waist a little more," "Make your buttocks a little more perky," "Make your eyes a little more seductive"...

Those greasy investors and so-called successful people, like Old Deng, who is like Ju Laoda, regard this as a kind of privilege.

They feel that because they have spent money or have power, they can enjoy this "beauty" as a matter of course.

This top-tier modeling career, earned through extreme self-discipline and countless hours of hard work, was once her proudest dream.

But now, the halo of dreams has become so dim in the mire of reality.

It brought her fame, wealth, and the attention of millions, but it also made her feel like an exhibit that had been carefully packaged and placed under the spotlight for people to judge and defile.

She often thought about leaving the catwalk, leaving this glamorous yet dirty world of fame and fortune, and doing something that truly belonged to her.

For example, you could use your influence to do some work related to the ecological protection of Electric-type Pokémon.

She has always loved those energetic little creatures: electric flying squirrels, electric flying squirrels, electric bugs...

Their pure energy is far more endearing than these hypocritical relationships.

But contracts, endorsements, and exorbitant breach of contract penalties have firmly bound her to this position.

She is now deeply mired in this quagmire and unable to extricate herself.

The warm water continued to wash over her body, but Xiaoju'er slowed down her movements as she scrubbed her skin.

The nausea brought on by Boss Ju was temporarily overshadowed by a more complex and hidden emotion.

"Huh... um..."

A figure in a red suit appeared in Xiaoju'er's mind, making her infatuated.

"Ah... Master Mo Zhen... Oh..."

In the misty steam, her thoughts drifted back to a late night not long ago.

Exhausted after finishing work, she collapsed onto the sofa, mechanically scrolling through [Jingbo], wanting only to empty her mind.

Fashion news, industry updates, brand advertisements...

The flow of information, like the ever-burning neon lights of Raven City, flashed past her eyes without causing the slightest ripple.

Until an inconspicuous push notification caught my eye, with a title that carried a touch of pretentious, artsy exaggeration.

[The phenomenal novel "Battle Through the Heavens" is getting a film and television adaptation! Genius artist Mo Zhenzhenzhenzhen joins forces with literary legend Wan Long to create a Pokémon epic!]

"Another boring movie adapted from a web novel, 'Battle Through the Heavens'..."

Xiao Ju'er curled her lip in disinterest; she had seen too many of these kinds of messages.

Her finger was almost about to trace the words, but in that instant, those four words—"Battle Through the Spirits"—seemed to contain some kind of mysterious magic. Just whispering the title was like chanting a magic spell, making her feel a faint electric current coursing through her body.

Xiao Ju'er's body shuddered suddenly, and she stopped moving her fingers.

Battle Through the Heavens: Spirits.

That's right, it's not "This Trainer is Incredibly Strong but Too Cautious", not "That Time I Was Reincarnated as a Charmander", and not "Life in the Green Region Starting from Zero", but "Battle Through the Heavens".

Unlike those nonsensical and poorly made light novel titles, this title exudes a sense of contradiction and tension derived from art.

【斗破】is a rough verb full of resistance.

【Pokémon】are the most fundamental and spiritual beings in the Pokémon world.

When these two words are combined, they create a unique artistic charm, forming a space for thought that transcends mere adventurous passion and is almost philosophical—it is about the struggle of a tiny individual against a vast world, and about the collision and sublimation of the essence of life!

This name, imbued with profound meaning, allowed Xiaoju'er, a woman who had been immersed in the glitz and glamour of the world for too long and was almost numb, to feel a touch of art that touched her soul.

As if possessed, she clicked on it.

The push notification only contained a brief teaser post and a concept poster (a silhouette of a small dragon that looks like a can of yellow peaches), but it also included a link to the original novel on the Zhidian Novel website.

With a hint of inquisitive curiosity, she opened the book "Battle Through the Spirits".

At first, she just wanted to see why the book title was so special, but soon she was drawn into Xiao Huolong's world.

[Xiao Huolong, Battle Power, Level 3, Low-level!]

Mo Zhenzhen's vivid and emotionally charged writing constructs a cruel yet opportunity-filled world of rivalry.

Xiao Huolong, a good-for-nothing who was ridiculed and abandoned by others, became a peerless hero who could stand alone through his own tenacious efforts!

Every fall, every setback, and every display of amazing willpower in the face of adversity tightened Xiaoju's heart.

What made her heart race and her cheeks inexplicably flush were the scenes of heroes rescuing damsels in distress in the book.

It's not a cliché in the traditional sense, but rather the kind of courage and wisdom that Xiao Huolong displays when he is not yet strong enough to face bullies and oppressors, and in order to protect innocent companions or strangers who have been wronged. It is the courage and wisdom that he displays in the face of adversity and the strength to overcome the strong.

Each time it stood in front of others, scarred yet with unwavering eyes, each time it turned the tide with unexpected power, it was like a pebble thrown into the lake of Xiaoju'er's heart, stirring up ever larger ripples.

She was completely engrossed in the story, staying up all night to catch up on the latest episodes, immersing herself entirely in that world full of struggle, passion, and romance.

She felt a strong sense of identification with Xiao Huolong's every act of "hero saving the beauty".

She began to unconsciously fantasize that she was the beautiful and vulnerable person being harassed by the villain and forced into power...

This fantasy took a qualitative leap when she clicked on the official fan community for "Battle Through the Spirits".

In the sea of ​​enthusiastic fans discussing the plot, analyzing combat power, and creating fan fiction, a post that had been pushed to the top of the trending list exploded in front of her like a bomb.

A fanatical fan named "Super Queen, Super Love" has opened a box containing the author, Mo Zhenzhenzhenzhen herself.

It was a set of blurry but recognizable photos.

The subject of the photo is none other than Mo Zhenzhen herself!
He stood in a cluttered background resembling a film set, intently discussing something with a staff member beside him (a gothic-style bespectacled woman).

He turned his face to the side, revealing a high nose bridge and a sharp, defined jawline.

What took Xiaoju'er's breath away was his perfectly tailored, fiery red suit!
The red stood out strikingly in the dim light, accentuating his tall and imposing figure, exuding a director's aura of complete control and the untamed charm unique to artists. This was completely different from the tenacious and passionate Xiao Huolong he portrayed, yet strangely blended a sense of power, intelligence, and a fatal attraction.

"Heavens... he's Mo Zhen? The person who wrote Xiao Huolong... looks like this?"

Xiaoju felt her heart skip a beat, and her fingertips unconsciously zoomed in on the photo.

The real Mo Zhen is much younger and more... impactful than she imagined.

Especially that red suit, it seemed to embody the passion and romance of his writing, draped over his body.

From that moment on, the fantasy began to run wild.

The hero Xiao Huolong in the book and the talented and handsome artist Mo Zhen in real life quickly overlapped and merged in her mind.

Every time Xiao Huolong pulls off a heart-stirring heroic rescue, the protagonist's face is automatically replaced with Mo Zhen's image in a red suit.

She began frantically searching for all information about Mo Zhen in academic circles and book clubs.

His creative philosophy, his artistic style, and his occasional insightful views on performance and art...

Every bit of information became nourishment for her fantasies.

She even used a secondary account to carefully write comments full of admiration and longing in the discussions about Mo Zhen, or secretly save fan art created by fans.

In the bathroom, Xiaoju entered a fantasy world, completely immersing herself in the fictional storyline.

……

Just as Boss Ju's calloused hand, with a nauseating force, maliciously kneaded her waist while his words were frivolous—

boom!
With a deep and resounding bang, the lights in the entire studio flickered suddenly, and a powerful gust of air rose up out of nowhere.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change and froze on the spot, staring in astonishment at the source of the airflow.

A fiery red figure descended from the sky like a hero and appeared beside her!
It's him!

Mo Zhenzhenzhenzhen!
He stood tall and straight, like a javelin, and his fiery red suit shone brightly under the flashing lights, as if it embodied all of Xiao Huolong's passion and indomitable spirit.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, piercing straight for the hand that was still resting on Xiao Ju'er's waist.

"Get your filthy hands off this lady!"

The smile on Boss Ju's face froze instantly, then was replaced by an offensive rage.

"Who the hell are you?! Where did this little brat come from..."

His vulgar roar had barely left his lips.

Mo Zhen didn't even make any extra movements, only her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Om-!"

An invisible force erupted instantly, and Boss Ju was struck as if by a battering ram. His feet left the ground, and his obese body flew backward uncontrollably.

He crashed heavily into a corner piled with prop cables a few meters away, making a dull thud and a painful groan.

Xiao Ju'er's heart almost stopped. She stared blankly at the tall, red figure blocking her way.

That figure wasn't particularly broad, but it resembled a majestic mountain, shutting out all injustice and humiliation.

An unprecedented sense of security, mixed with intense excitement, instantly overwhelmed her.

"You...you dare to hit me?!"

Ju Laoda struggled to get up from the pile of cables, his face a mixture of pain, shame, anger, and disbelief.

He completely tore off his mask of hypocrisy, his eyes bloodshot, roaring like an enraged crocodile.

"Kill him! What the hell are you all standing there for?!"

His bodyguards, as if waking from a dream, lunged at Mo Zhen menacingly.

Despite the encirclement, Mo Zhen's expression remained unchanged, only a cold and contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

In Xiaoju'er's eyes, this curve was full of fatal charm that allowed her to control everything.

"Out of control."

Mo Zhen uttered four words softly.

Instead of dodging, he took a step forward.

With that one step, the temperature in the entire space suddenly soared!
"Roar--!!!"

A dragon's roar suddenly erupted. It was not the cry of any known Pokémon, but the ancient dragon's might that originated from the Dou Qi Continent and was a manifestation of a different kind of fire!

Mo Zhen raised one hand, spread his fingers, and faced upwards.

Just inches above his palm, the air twisted, compressed, and burned wildly!
In the blink of an eye, a fiery lotus flower made of pure destructive energy bloomed above Mo Zhen's palm!

This is Xiao Huolong's signature killing move—[Tang Nu Long Lian]!
"go."

Mo Zhen parted his thin lips slightly and gently pushed forward with his palm.

The fiery lotus flower, imbued with the power to destroy the world, instantly traversed space and struck with unparalleled precision at Boss Ju, who had just gotten up!

"Do not--!!!"

In Boss Ju's pupils, the lotus of deathly flames rapidly enlarged, and his face was filled with boundless fear and despair, unable to even muster a thought of resistance.

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
The blinding flames instantly engulfed the location where Boss Ju was, and the huge explosion turned all the filth into ashes!
Mo Zhen slowly withdrew his hand, his dazzling red suit remaining spotless amidst the embers of the explosion.

He didn't even glance at the pile of charred remains again, as if he had merely crushed a tiresome bug.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Ju'er behind him.

His gaze instantly shifted from its previous coldness and ruthlessness to a deep and gentle one, carrying the unique scrutiny and appreciation of an artist, yet also filled with an undeniable protectiveness.

"Am I too late? Beautiful flowers! From this day forward, I will let your beauty and art bloom only for me!"

A surge of emotion overwhelmed Xiaoju, who nearly fell to the ground from the powerful water flow in the bathroom.

"Crash-"

Her thoughts were pulled back to reality by the flowing water and bubbles. Xiao Ju wiped the water off her face, and the steam rising from the bathroom seemed to be tinged with the lingering blush of her fantasy.

"Huh...huh..."

Breathing heavily, Xiao Ju'er's heart was still pounding from her earlier wild fantasies.

I found the title of "Battle Through the Heavens" to be artistic, became obsessed with Xiao Huolong's heroic rescue of the damsel in distress, and was ultimately completely captivated by Mo Zhen's stunningly handsome appearance and talent...

This series of events, like an intricately woven net, trapped her firmly in this magnificent dream of salvation and love.

This dream was the only flame of warmth and hope she ignited for herself in the cold, sticky reality, even if this flame only existed in her misty, weary mind.

"Is it just wishful thinking...? I really hope Mr. Mo Zhen will even glance at me..."

After taking three full showers in the bathroom, Xiaojuer plunged into the Simmons mattress.

She put on her headphones, turned on [BiliBili], and decided to use her favorite music to wash away the unpleasantness of a day's work.

As soon as she opened the app, her message bar was flooded with private messages.

[Fighting on the Run: Miss Little Chrysanthemum, I've released a new video, come check it out!]

"Tsk... How boring... Who's interested in watching your crappy formula videos!"

Xiaoju glanced at the somewhat famous cycling blogger with disgust; she hated these formulaic videos that were full of deception.

There's not a single artistic element to it; it's all just lines and scripts repeated day after day.

What's most infuriating is that this guy often posts nonsensical updates, openly or secretly expressing his admiration for her.

This caused a bunch of his fans to go to his account and make vulgar and obscene jokes.

[I really want to be Miss Liuli's Shaking Spot: Sister-in-law, please give Big Brother this once, it's really not easy for him to ride! Big Brother Dou, remember to send me a video after things go well!]

[Gold Medal Photographer Xiaodouzi: Oh my god, look at the muscular physique this guy has developed through cycling! I can't even imagine how amazing it would be to be his woman at night!]

[The top student in Luzi Town: Is this Douye's girlfriend? That kid's really something! I wish I'd gone cycling with him... So when are you two getting married? I want to give you a wedding gift.]

Seeing these messages, Xiaoju was so angry she almost crushed her phone.

Are you kidding me? I feel like throwing up!!!

Die! Die! Die! Die!
Judging from the current trend, this "Fighting to the Death" character can already be booked as a villain in Xiao Ju'er's next fantasy, destined to be blown to ashes by Mo Zhen...

Just as she cleared her message bar with one click, a red lightning bolt struck her eyeball like a whirlwind.

At the top of the trending search list, there was a striking message.

[Rising pop diva Homi Homi's powerful new work, "Love Like Homi," is now available online! Produced by the genius Mo Zhenzhen, this is an artistic masterpiece, a once-in-a-lifetime experience!]

Her gaze was locked onto the name "Mo Zhenzhenzhenzhen" in the message, and Xiaoju immediately let out a resentful cry.

"Who is HomiHo?! Why is she allowed to work with my Mo Zhenzhenzhen? This... this should be my script! Why... why... Waaaaaah!"

With burning jealousy and resentment in her eyes, Xiao Ju'er decided to click on the video to find out what kind of person that little bitch who had won Director Mo's favor was.

But the moment she clicked on the video, her heart skipped a beat.

Because what she was seeing at that moment was the most insane performance art in the history of the United States!!!
(End of this chapter)