An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 138 The Broken Spear of Gongping Road Reforged (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Only Akroma's angry curses and Gongping's suppressed sobs remained in the laboratory.

Akromar gripped the cold edge of the control panel tightly with both hands, his body trembling slightly.

He forced himself to close his bloodshot eyes, his lips moving silently, one after another, cold, absolutely rational prime numbers squeezing out from between his teeth.

“2……3……5……7……11……13……17……”

Each number was like a cold pebble thrown into his boiling sea of ​​rage, attempting to quell the flames that were enough to consume reason.

As the prime number rises, the devastating rage recedes like the tide, replaced by a deeper, more chilling coldness—despair.

He slowly raised his head and looked again at the man in the wheelchair who was still trembling slightly and whose crotch was soaked.

This time, his eyes held no anger, only a fear bordering on awe and a profound sense of powerlessness.

He did it... he really did it...

Akromar's heart was screaming with frustration.

Tormented by such terrifying nightmares, faced with the ultimate temptation of beautiful dreams, and teetering on the edge of death...

He could actually use such an extreme, absurd, and humiliating method to perfectly play the role of a useless person, without revealing a single flaw, all to protect Mo Zhen's secret!

A chill crept up Akromar's spine, making him feel cold all over.

For the first time, he felt so clearly how pale and powerless his proud science was in the face of a great will that he could neither understand nor measure!
What Gongping demonstrates is a loyalty that transcends pain, desire, and even death!

A twisted yet magnificent will that exists solely for that madman in the red suit!

Mo Zhen… what kind of devil is he to be able to give birth to such terrifying spiritual power in such a useless person?!
He staggered down from the observation platform and walked step by step toward Gongping in his wheelchair.

Gong Ping watched as Akroma approached step by step, her distorted, desperate face resembling a vengeful demon under the pale light.

He was terrified and struggled violently, completely unaware that the restraints were digging into his flesh.

"No...don't come any closer...I don't want to dream anymore! Please!"

He pleaded incoherently, but the expected punishment did not come.

"Pfft!"

There was a muffled sound.

Under Gong Ping's extremely terrified gaze, Dr. Akroma, who had been so high and mighty and treated him like a pig or a dog, suddenly had his knees buckle and knelt down on the ground in front of his wheelchair!
"Quack!!!"

Akroma suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry, tears instantly streaming down her calm and proud face.

He abandoned all dignity and image, like a gambler who had lost everything and had nowhere else to turn. He gripped the armrests of Gongping's wheelchair tightly with both hands, raised his head, and stared intently at Gongping with bloodshot eyes filled with despair and pleading:

"Tell me...please...tell me!!"

His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs; every word was a desperate plea.

"I admit it! I surrender! I, Akroma... have been utterly defeated by Mo Zhen! I can't beat him! His methods... his power... I simply cannot comprehend them! I give up! I truly give up!!"

He shook the armrests of the wheelchair forcefully, as if trying to wake Gongping.

"I won't go against you anymore! I won't cause any more trouble for Mo Zhen! I swear! I just want to know... I just want to know that secret! That secret that made you... that made you..."

He glanced at Gong Ping's soaked crotch and his still bewildered and fearful face, swallowed hard, and changed his words.

"The secret to becoming a Trainer! That 'bond'... what exactly is it?! Please, have pity on me... please, tell me! I just want to understand this scientifically! Please! Tell me!!"

Akromah wept bitterly. At this moment, he was no longer the "god" who wove dreams and manipulated people's hearts, but a pitiful wretch who had been abandoned by his lifelong faith, kneeling before the door of truth and begging desperately, but unable to enter.

Gongping was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Akroma, who was kneeling at his feet, weeping and kowtowing. His mind was a complete blank.

The immense fear was shattered by this sudden scene.

He stammered, almost subconsciously using all his strength to squeeze out a trembling voice:

"I...I told you! Lady Akromma! I really told you everything! A confident smile! A resolute gaze! And...and bonds! That's all Mr. Mo Zhen taught me! Really! Nothing else! I swear! I swear to Miss Ruri!"

His voice was choked with sobs, filled with the injustice of being wronged and extreme confusion.

He really told them everything he knew, so why didn't the other person believe him?
"..."

Akroma's crying stopped abruptly.

He suddenly raised his head, his face still streaked with tears, but the last glimmer of humble hope that had just risen in his eyes was instantly swallowed up by a darker, more violent despair and rage, like a candle blown out by a gale!

Brilliant... Absolutely brilliant...

I, Akromah, an expert in manipulating people's hearts and a god who weaves dreams... have been completely fooled by a piece of trash with such clumsy lies!
I knelt down and begged for mercy, tears streaming down my face, abandoning all my dignity... and all I got in return was this damned, kindergarten-level "confident smile, resolute gaze, and bondage"?!

He's still putting on an act! He's still insulting my intelligence and my science with this most basic lie!
Mo Zhen... just who are you?!

The disciple you trained possesses such terrifying willpower and acting skills?!
Before him, my science, my wisdom, everything I have... is as ridiculous as a clown's trick!
An unprecedented rage, mixed with utter self-denial and despair, erupted within Akromar like a volcano!
"Heh...heh...you...you..."

Seeing Akroma's completely insane state, Gongping was terrified!

The shadow of death instantly loomed over him!
Driven by extreme fear, the instinct for survival overwhelmed reason, and an absurd idea, which he himself did not quite understand, suddenly sprang up like a lifeline!

"gun!!!"

With all his might, Gongping let out a piercing, distorted scream. At the same time, he frantically and tremblingly pulled out a small, crudely made toy gun—a toy gun—from deep within his wet pocket, its paint chipped from long-term handling! As if holding a last sacred object, or grasping at a last straw, he shakily raised the toy gun high, displaying it before the enraged Akromma, his voice trembling with sobs and final madness.

"A gun! It's a gun! Lord Akromma! Fix it! Please fix it! If you fix it, I'll show you everything! My power! My bonds! The power Mr. Mo Zhen gave me! It's all in this gun! Fix it! I'll prove it to you!!"

He was rambling incoherently, but his eyes shone with an almost pious light.

This gun is a symbol of his bond with Ah Shui, proof of his brief period of glory, and the only source of power he can think of.

Akroma's frenzied movements froze instantly.

His bloodshot, almost fiery eyes were fixed intently on the weapon in Gong Ping's hand...

On a poorly made, child-toy-grade toy pistol.

gun?
A... toy gun?

As a scientist, he had seen countless types of guns: carbines, Uzis, AKs, Colts, Gatling guns, Hellfires...

But this one was definitely the funniest and most nonsensical one he had ever seen.

The power of spirit duels... the secret of bonds... Mo Zhen's scientifically supernatural methods... are all contained in this... toy gun?!

He asked me to...fix this?!

"Heh...heh heh...ha...hahaha..."

Akroma uttered a series of broken syllables that made no sense.

He first chuckled softly, his shoulders shaking, then the laughter grew louder and more manic, finally turning into hysterical, maniacal laughter!
He laughed so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face again, and he bent over, clutching his stomach, as if he had heard the funniest joke since the birth of the universe!
"Hahahaha! Gun! Hahahaha! Repair a gun! Hahahaha! Repair a damn toy gun!!!"

He staggered backward, laughing wildly, pointing at the toy gun in Gong Ping's hand, then at himself, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, as if he was about to pass out at any moment.

After a while, he stopped and said to Gongping.

"Translate this: what does 'gun repair' mean?"

Gong Ping was terrified.

"Does this even need translating? I've already said it."

Akroma pursued relentlessly.

"I'm asking you to translate for me what 'gun repair' means."

Gong Ping said, his voice trembling with tears.

"No translation needed, this is gun repair."

Akroma roared angrily.

"I just want you to translate what 'gun repair' means!"

Gong Ping began to choke up.

"Repairing guns..."

Akroma angrily slammed his fist on the handle of Gongping's wheelchair and screamed hysterically.

"Translate it for me! What the hell does 'gun repair' mean?! What the hell does 'gun repair' mean?!"

Gong Ping closed his eyes and roared to the sky.

"Repairing a gun means getting it to fire again, to reattach my leg! It's about showing you the secrets of an elf's potential!"

Akroma suddenly realized.

"Oh, so this is gun repair!"

After saying that, he kicked Gongping's toy gun hard, sending him and his wheelchair flying several meters away. The kick almost ripped the seams off his own leather shoes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! That piece of junk gun of yours is just a pure toy, a decoration, something that was never meant to be fixed!!!"

He felt utterly humiliated, trampled into the deepest mud by Mo Zhen and this good-for-nothing in a way that was beyond his comprehension!

His science, his wisdom, his dignity as a "god"... were all crushed to dust by this ridiculous toy gun!

"what--!!!"

Gongping, who had been kicked away and fell to the ground, howled as he protected his precious toy gun, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Really... I'm not lying to you! It's a real gun, it really can fire bullets. If you can fix it for me, I can show you all the secrets of spirit duels!"

Akroma was completely driven mad by this idiot.

Putting aside whether this piece of junk can be repaired, what does this pistol have to do with a duel with an elf?!
After a moment of thought, Akromma's face contorted in a twisted way, a mixture of madness, despair, and a desperate, reckless resolve.

His eyes were fixed on the toy gun in Gong Ping's hand, his voice hoarse and dangerous.

"Fine...fine! You want me to fix it, right? You want to prove it, right? I'll fix it for you! Using the most scientific methods! Using the most extreme means! I'll fix this damned source of power!"

Akromar's voice echoed in the empty laboratory, carrying a self-destructive madness.

"I'd like to see what kind of earth-shattering drama you and your bond can put on after this divine spear is repaired!!!"

(End of this chapter)