An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 130 Homiga's Desperate Rock and Roll (This chapter is inspired by the catchy song "Learn to Meow")
A dilapidated factory stage.

The lights were dimmer than usual, flickering and carrying an ominous hue.

After a long absence, Homiga returned to the familiar stage.

Her eyes were vacant, carrying a numbness that came from being completely hollowed out, but deep inside burned a morbid flame that yearned for recognition.

Below the stage, the faces of the densely packed audience members burned with eager anticipation; they were all fellow Daoists who frequented the lower city.

They looked at the distraught Homiga on the stage with suspicion and whispered among themselves.

"Hey, what's wrong with White Hair today? He looks so listless?"

"I don't know, it's been so long since I've had a concert, I'm really itching to go..."

"Look at her, she looks like she's been ruined..."

Akromma stood in the shadows backstage, speaking into the microphone. Her voice, carried by the speakers, resonated throughout the space, exuding a dignified benevolence.

"Dear audience, thank you for your continued support of the Poison Smoke Team. Tonight, our Miss Homiga, after experiencing some... minor setbacks in her artistic explorations, has decided to return to her roots, to the purest essence of rock and roll! She will present you with the most sincere sound of rock and roll in an unprecedented, back-to-basics way! Please enjoy—the sound of the source!"

Homiga stood in the center of the stage, the spotlight shining on her as if it were scorching a criminal.

Through the headphones, Akromah's "scientific guidance" came through.

[Homiga, what is the essence of rock and roll? It's wildness, it's instinct! Strip away those pretentious artistic facades and return to the most primal state of vocal expression! Now, prove to me your desire for the stage, prove your submission to scientific guidance!]

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, a look of struggle appeared on her bewildered face. Finally, she got down on all fours and slowly lay down, like a tamed wild beast.

All eyes were on them, and the whispers turned into clear mockery.

"Pfft... Returning to simplicity? What's she trying to do?"

"The Voice of Origin? Holy crap! Could it be..."

"Hey, hey, hey, although I've always thought her singing sounded like a Growlithe howling, but looking at her now... she's not really going to bark like a dog, is she?"

【Call.】

Akromah's cold commands came through the loudspeaker, like a divine decree.

Homiga looked up blankly at the blurry figure in a white coat below the stage.

Like that primal, devout creature deep within you, yearning to return to the stage.

Akromma's voice carried a hint of devilish seduction.

[Sing it out to me, Homiga. With your most authentic rock and roll!]

An overwhelming sense of shame engulfed her like a tsunami.

Reason screamed: Madness! This is absolutely madness! I am the rock queen Homiga! No… not a dog!

But... the stage... that mesmerizing magic... the adoring gazes of the audience... that ultimate thrill of being needed, worshipped, and having dreams seemingly within reach...

They are like addictive poison, instantly overwhelming the dam of reason.

Compared to losing the stage and becoming utter trash, what is this shame?
Science... Mr. Akromma's science... will make her great again!

At the brink of shame tearing her apart, Homika felt as if she were being whipped mercilessly by an invisible whip.

She lay on all fours, like a truly tamed wild beast, and opened her mouth to the man below the stage who held her destiny in his hands.

The throat that once roared with rock and roll was now twisted, emitting a broken and humiliating sound.

"Wang..."

Her voice was weak, choked with sobs, and filled with a self-destructive shame.

Her body trembled violently, and tears mixed with her makeup streamed down her face.

Not devout enough, not primitive enough!

Akromma's voice became stern.

Think of your stage! Think of your audience! Shout out the "Love is Fire" you yearn to return to!

"Woof...Woof! Woof!"

Homiga's voice rose a little, carrying a hysterical despair.

She closed her eyes, and what came to mind wasn't the passion of rock and roll, but rather the intoxicated expressions of the audience below, who were completely captivated by Meng Ziyan and worshipped her as a goddess.

For that! For that heavenly dream!
"Woof! Woof! Woof—Awooo!!!"

She let go completely, like a wounded lone wolf howling under the moon, or a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

The sound echoed through the dilapidated factory, filled with a sense of absurdity, distortion, and heartbreaking decadence.

Homika endured immense humiliation, and as long as she could gain the fervent adoration of those audiences, she could continue down this path of depravity...

However, reality once again showed her what despair truly meant.

"Holy crap! Is this for real? Did I hear that right? Did it really bark like a dog?!"

"Hahaha, everyone look! The rock queen has turned into a dog!"

"Hahahaha!!! This is truly a return to basics! I knew you weren't human all along!"

"So that's it! She's actually Growlithe Unova Mode!" "Record it! Record it! I'm going to make 100,000 copies and send them all over the world!"

A deafening, malicious jeers and jeers erupted from the audience.

The sarcasm was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing Homiga's eardrums and stabbing into her heart.

She felt as if she had been stripped naked and thrown into the middle of a bustling city, every inch of her skin being scorched by stares.

The overwhelming shame completely overwhelmed her tense nerves, and she instantly lost control of her body. Every organ in her body began to go completely mad...

The world has completely collapsed.

Rock and roll dreams, sacred sound channels, temples of art... it's all bullshit!
She's a complete joke! A clown who loses control of her bladder on stage! Trash that's worse than a dog!
To live? What's the point?
Homiga's vision went black, and his body convulsed violently.

The thought of suicide has never been so clear and tempting.

Let it all end, let it all end...

Just then, a denser, sweeter pinkish-purple cloud of smoke, thicker than ever before, burst forth like a flood, instantly engulfing the entire audience area!
In the final moment when the smoke obscured the audience's view...

"Oh oh ...

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh—!!!"

"Homiho! Homiho! Homiho!!"

Just as her consciousness was about to sink into the abyss of darkness, the deafening roars from below the stage, filled with fanatical worship, exploded like thunder!
The pinkish-purple smoke worked perfectly.

As the audience inhaled the high concentration of dream smoke, the image before them was no longer that of the pitiful creature barking like a dog.

What they saw was a rock goddess shining brightly in purple smoke!
Her desperate rock song "Learn to Bark" was transformed into a supreme rock roar that struck the soul, pierced the eardrums, and triggered an intracranial orgasm in their perception distorted by Meng Ziyan!

It is a heavenly sound released from the sacred sound channel, capable of igniting the most fervent dreams in their hearts!
"So...so rock and roll! That sound! That power!"

"I feel like I'm ascending to heaven! My dream! My dream is burning!"

"Homiho! You are electricity! You are light! You are the only myth!!"

"Woof! Woof! One more time! Please! Holy Sound! Give us another baptism!"

Frenzied shouts, intoxicated expressions, frantic body movements...

The crowd below instantly transformed into an ocean of adoration more frenzied than ever before!
That surging, overwhelming love and fervor, which she revered as a god, was like the strongest stimulant, piercing deeply into Homika's dying heart!

An indescribable surge of happiness instantly swept away all shame, despair, and self-denial!

As if she had rushed straight from hell to heaven, her body was no longer cold, but filled with an immense sense of satisfaction that almost melted her!

She came back to life! She felt it! This unparalleled magic! This exhilarating feeling of being in control!

This is her life! This is her destiny!
Mr. Akromar is right! Science is right!
Only here! Only on this stage! Only this "original voice," conditioned by science, can bring her this unparalleled, life-saving happiness!
"Woof! Woof woof woof—Awooo!!!"

Homiga suddenly raised her head, her face still wet with tears, yet a manic, twisted smile of happiness bloomed on her face.

She felt no shame whatsoever; instead, she worked even harder, crawling on all fours and speaking a louder, more devout, primal voice to the fervent believers below!

Every time she barked, it triggered an even more frenzied wave of cheers from the audience, making the torrent of happiness within her surge even more intensely!
That's right...that's right...that's absolutely right!!!

This is the feeling, this is the feeling!!!
They're back! They're all back!!!

"Awoooo ...

Immersed in the fervor of the audience, Homiga has completely lost control!

When she was completely high, she couldn't help but open a bottle of champagne and celebrate wildly everything she had regained!
The gushing golden liquid sprayed wildly onto the faces of the audience in the front row, but they were completely immersed in the revelry and enjoyed it immensely, oblivious to the fact that they were not aware of it!

Homiga had gone completely mad, champagne gushing out one bottle after another, indulging in the repression and despair within her.

After opening several bottles of champagne, the exhausted Homiga completely collapsed, his body thrown off balance by the massive impact of the champagne spray, and he fell to the ground.

Such a sight would drive anyone with a sense of shame mad.

But after enduring the ultimate insult of the online frenzy and the original return of "Learn to Bark," Homiga, this rock warrior who has given up everything, is now fearless.

Lying in the golden sea, Homiga felt only endless happiness and contentment.

The enthusiastic shouts of countless spectators lingered in her ears, causing her body to tremble with pleasure.

After the performance, the stage and surrounding area were in a mess and empty, but Homiga collapsed on the stage and refused to leave for a long time.

The feeling of losing something and then regaining it made her anxious and insecure, and she craved everything on stage.

Just like an orphan who suddenly has a happy family, he may feel unprecedented happiness.

But what if a child who already has a happy family experiences the pain of losing both parents, and then brings them back to life?

The happiness derived from regaining something lost is definitely ten or even nine times greater than the former.

"Hey, the show's over? Looks like you've finally found the right path in rock and roll..."

Just as Homiga was basking in the afterglow of happiness, a familiar, teasing voice rang out.

Homiga's body arched sharply like a startled shrimp before curling up.

She looked up in horror, and a red suit, like a demon's flag, came into view.

(End of this chapter)