An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 180 Black King Nighold Zekrom (The Arrival of Ultimate Art)
On Warehouse No. 7, a swamp soaked in the smoke of gunpowder, bloodshed, and despair, an overwhelming pressure suddenly descended!

An invisible force field, like a tangible tide, swept across the entire space in an instant, centered on the newly awakened [Kongping].

The air was no longer air, but had become heavy lead and mercury, rudely stuffing into everyone's lungs and squeezing every bone.

All sounds were brutally extinguished by this sudden, absolute will; deathly silence, like a cold shroud, instantly enveloped all living things.

Everyone, friend or foe, regardless of their stance, instantly lost all color in their faces, leaving only a pure fear stemming from their very life instincts.

Their bodies were pinned to the spot, not even their smallest fingertips could tremble, as if they were being pressed to the ground by an invisible giant hand.

Only their violently twitching eyeballs and the raging torrents deep within their pupils revealed the terrifying, apocalyptic horror they were experiencing.

Upon seeing Gong Ping at this moment, Homiga was filled with utter shock: What...what is this?! Gong Ping...no...he's not Gong Ping! Those eyes...are dragons! Damn it, why does this feeling seem so familiar...is it the [True Dragon]?!

At that moment, Homika recalled the "Zekhrom" she had seen when she was plunged into darkness, but she quickly dismissed the thought: No... no, it's completely different, completely different from the "Zekhrom" I saw last time! This one feels more ancient, more terrifying, a true... monster!

The handsome man collapsed to the ground, letting the torrent of fluid gushing from his crotch: Oh God… No, no, no! This pressure… surpasses that of elves, surpasses that of humans… Is… is it a god?! Damn it, my pants are wet again… This Kanto materialist really has to believe in the Arceus religion this time!
At this moment, among everyone present, only Miss Officer Jenny was still able to breathe heavily.

Her breathing grew heavier, and something seemed about to roar out from her eyes, which burned with golden flames, under the immense pressure...

Gong Ping, or rather the being currently possessing this body, slowly turned his head, his vertical pupils burning with cold, crimson flames sweeping across the entire scene.

That gaze no longer held any of the timidity, repression, or anger that belonged to a human youth; it was only filled with an indifferent gaze that looked down upon ants and decided their life and death.

Behind him, a colossal, deep black shadow silently unfurled.

The air groaned under the oppressive weight of the dark figure.

【Oh my god, oh ...

Xiao Mengzi, who was lying limply beside Mo Zhen's pool of blood like a piece of rotten flesh, was instantly pierced by a billion volts of electricity!
Its small pink body convulsed violently and frequently, its beady eyes widened as if about to burst out of their sockets, staring intently at the black dragon shadow, and letting out a shrill scream that was so horrified it was distorted and dissonant.

[It's you? Nig!!!!!!!!!]

Gongping's icy gaze instantly locked onto the noisy pink ball of flesh, and in his golden vertical pupils, killing intent erupted like thunder that had been accumulating for millennia!

[How many times have I told you... pronounce the name completely!!! Who are you insulting, you little brat!!!]

Boom——! ! !
Before the words were even finished, the warehouse's dilapidated dome seemed to be completely torn apart by an invisible force!

A jet-black lightning serpent, as large as the trunk of an ancient tree, carrying a violent aura capable of annihilating all things, pierced down without warning!

Sizzle—crack—!!
The violent lightning instantly engulfed Xiaomengzi completely!
Its already shriveled pink body convulsed, twisted, and smoked wildly in the lightning, emitting screams a thousand times more shrill than those of a pig being slaughtered.

[Ughh ...

The man in black scoffed at the threat, instead letting out a disdainful sneer.

[Useless! I knew you rose to power by fawning over the alpaca, but I never imagined you could be this useless. Not only have you lost all your divine power, but your [power and influence] have also been taken from you by the host, and you've even become their slut... You're a disgrace to mythical beasts!]

Xiao Mengzi's face flushed red, and the veins on her forehead bulged as she argued.

How can you slander someone's innocence with baseless accusations? Saving the world—can that even be considered ***?!

Then came a string of incomprehensible words, such as "[Dream Child is Poor]" and "[Forced]", which made the other party burst into laughter, filling the warehouse with a joyful atmosphere.

【You… what do you know! The greatness of Lord Mo Zhen is beyond your comprehension! You can only fool that spineless, sexually repressed brat Gong Ping. If it were Lord Mo Zhen, he would have beaten you to your knees long ago, groaning in pain!】

Boom——! ! !
Another merciless bolt of dark lightning, even more powerful than before, struck Xiaomengzi precisely!

This time, it couldn't even let out a complete scream, only meaningless twitches and hissing sounds of energy dissipation.

Hei Yi Gongping finally shifted his gaze from the unsightly pink wreckage to Mo Zhen, who lay dying in a pool of blood on the ground.

Those cold, crimson vertical pupils seemed to be scrutinizing, yet also held a hint of amusement.

This kid's kind of interesting... but never mind...

He raised his head and stopped looking at Mo Zhen, instead looking at the police, traitors, and remnants of the army who were suppressed by the dragon's might and were like lambs to the slaughter, as well as their trembling elves.

At this moment, only a desire for destruction remained in his crimson vertical pupils.

Instead of all that trivial stuff, let's make this place... a river of blood!

……

Liyong City, Witch Cafe.

Zhu Lan's slender fingertips gently traced the rim of the warm white porcelain cup. In the coffee inside, a barely perceptible ripple spread silently, reflecting her icy blue eyes.

Deep within those eyes, it seemed as if billions of stars were shattering and reforming, reflecting the black lightning that shot into the sky from Pier No. 7 in the distance, unseen by mortals.

She picked up the cup and brought it to her lips, but did not drink. Instead, she whispered softly, her voice as light as a sigh, yet carrying a sense of contentment as if the dust had settled.

"Finally... awakened? It seems my archaeological research was correct. The Black Emperor from the Unova Mythology has indeed descended into the body of a [hybrid] in this way..."

A faint, yet sharp, smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Truly... all my painstaking efforts in secret have not been in vain. Mo Zhen, thanks to your crazy performance, the most crucial final step in my academic argumentation... is finally complete."

Her gaze fell upon the gloomy sky outside the window, as if piercing through the clouds to see a more distant future of opportunity.

"Now... I should get down to business!"

……

Blueberry Academy, the oldest and greatest trainer training base in the Unova region.

Countless heroes and valiant figures have emerged from this place throughout history. In order to enter, besides possessing exceptional talent as a trainer, one also needs something crucial: something innate... [bloodline]!
In the principal's office, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Angers Syllenhaal, the principal of Blueberry Academy, stood like a statue cast in black iron, his back to the luxurious yet cold office.

Outside the window are Blueberry Academy's iconic futuristic dome and a gloomy sky.

He gripped a Damascus steel alchemical folding knife tightly in his hand, its design simple yet its lines unusually fierce.

On the dull blade, intricate dark red patterns resemble dried, congealed dragon blood.

This sword had accompanied Angers on his campaigns, bathed in the blood of countless dragon-type elves, but it fell into complete silence after he became the principal of Blueberry Academy.

Now, the folding knife is emitting a faint yet unsettling hum as Angers' slightly trembling fingers move, as if a slumbering beast has been awakened by a distant roar and is once again thirsting for dragon blood.

The cold touch of the blade stimulated Angers' palm, and his hard-lined black face was filled with a murderous and solemn expression.

His deep-set eyes seemed to pierce through space, allowing him to see the invisible storm above Li Yong Port.

When Yin and Yang are in disarray, I will stain the heavens with my dragon blood.

He chanted ancient proverbs in a low voice, his voice hoarse and heavy.

"[United will be completely destroyed in the war between black and white]...Unexpectedly, this ancient prophecy has finally come true."

He slowly raised the folding knife in his hand, the tip pointing towards Liyong City, and the trembling hum of the blade suddenly became sharp and piercing.

"Finally...has it awakened? The oldest and deepest darkness, the bloodline of the Black Emperor..."

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

A dull, rhythmic knocking broke the deathly silence inside.

"Come in." The dark-skinned Angers did not turn around, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

The door was pushed open, and a lazy, slouching figure walked in.

The newcomer had a meticulously styled toothpaste-inspired hairstyle, and his handsome, almost otherworldly face carried a hint of laziness and impatience. Expensive custom-made trendy brands gave him an air of decadent aristocracy.

The visitor was none other than Caesar Duro Gattuso, the sole heir of the Gattuso family, revered by everyone in the academy as the "Living Dragon."

Du Ruo yawned and leaned weakly against the door frame, her voice drawn out due to her depleted energy.

"Principal, what's the matter that you have to call me now? You know, I'm usually very busy. All the ladies and socialites in the entire Union are lining up to be rescued from their loneliness and emptiness. I'm incredibly busy every day..."

As he spoke, he idly flicked non-existent dust off his cuffs with his fingernails.

The alchemical folding knife in Angers' hand suddenly emitted an even higher-pitched hum, and the blade even faintly gleamed with a bloodthirsty dark red light.

The old man's dark face suddenly turned black, and he roared uncontrollably.

"Now is not the time for you, a spoiled brat, to go and breed with internet celebrities! Can't you feel the noble dragon blood within you?! Just now, the oldest and most forbidden being in this world—the Black Emperor Nighold Zekrom—awakened its dormant will for millennia in Liyong City!"

Du Ruo seemed to finally sense the almost tangible murderous aura emanating from the principal, as well as the seriousness of this incident.

He straightened up a bit, but the nonchalant expression on his face didn't fade. He merely raised his carefully groomed eyebrows, gave a perfunctory "oh," and his eyes remained somewhat unfocused.

"The Black King awakens? Sounds impressive... But what does that have to do with me? If nothing else, I need to go to my club activity; there's an important tea ceremony appreciation session today..."

boom--! ! !
Angers whirled around and slammed his hands heavily on the heavy solid wood desk!

A terrifying force erupted instantly, and the valuable mahogany desk was smashed in two as if by an invisible giant hammer, accompanied by a deafening roar and a shower of wood chips!

"What the hell!"

Angers' roar was like the roar of a lion, making the entire principal's office buzz.

"The Gattuso family! The glory of the Secret Society! How could there be such a... such an incompetent successor!!"

He pointed one finger at Du Ruo's nose and the other at the picture of the board of directors hanging on the wall of the principal's office.

“Your grandfather, Hilbert Shaka Gattuso, was the blade of the Secret Service, a dragon slayer who struck fear into the hearts of dragons, a true knight! Look at yourself! What kind of person are you?!”

Du Ruo was startled by the principal's sudden outburst of anger and the shattered desk, and took a small step back. The lazy expression on her face finally subsided a bit, but she still muttered to herself as usual.

"The old man has been retired for so many years..."

"Shut up!"

Angers interrupted him sharply, his chest heaving violently.

He took a deep breath and forced his voice to calm down.

"Caesar Duro Gattuso! Listen up! Now, immediately, right now! Your graduation thesis has been changed!"

Du Ruo pursed her lips, about to say "What kind of trouble are you causing now?", when she heard Angers speak, word by word, as if delivering a verdict.

"Investigate and prevent—the awakening of the Black Emperor Nigelhord Zekrom, nip it in the bud! That is your only graduation project!"

Du Ruo picked at her ear, a "That's it?" look on her face, and waved her hand dismissively.

"Okay, okay, I got it. It's just about preventing the Dragon King from awakening. Sounds more interesting than writing a thesis... Bye-bye."

After saying that, he turned and left without even glancing at the shattered table and the furious principal, as if he had just taken on a errand.

"you--!"

Angers was so angry that his vision blurred, and the humming of the alchemical folding knife in his hand almost pierced his eardrums.

Just as he was about to lose control and throw the folding knife at the back of the good-for-nothing heir—

Jingle Bell……

The retro red telephone on the desk suddenly rang, breaking the tense standoff in the room.

Angers glared fiercely at Du Ruo's retreating figure as he disappeared through the doorway, suppressing his anger as he grabbed the microphone.

The voice that came through the phone was from the Padiya region across the ocean.

Angers...

A gentle yet undeniably powerful male voice rang out.

[It's me, Claver. The abnormal energy readings at Liyong Port... we've detected them here too. That level of fluctuation... is it 'He'?]

Angers' eyes narrowed; the other person was none other than Clavel, the principal of the Orange Academy established by the Secret Society in the Padia region.

The two were comrades-in-arms during the Secret Service era. Now, many years later, as principals of their respective schools, they seem poised to fight side by side once again.

Upon hearing the message from the Orange Academy, Angers' knuckles turned white from gripping the microphone so tightly.

“That’s right, Principal Claver. The Black King’s will has awakened somewhere in Liyong City!”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice became extremely serious.

[Understood. The situation is urgent. I have dispatched the most elite sibling duo from Orange Academy, the Kitakami siblings! They have experience handling unusual events and... possess a special affinity for 'legends'. They will arrive in Unova as quickly as possible to assist your school's operation!]

"Danyu and Wuli?!"

Upon seeing the message from Claver, Angers' eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and the rage on his face caused by Du Ruo was instantly replaced by great excitement.

These two names are highly regarded in the internal archives of the Secret Society. Both possess extremely high bloodlines and have experience dealing with "legends" in the Parthian region. Their battle records are verifiable across the entire internet! (Because I really don't know what the two main characters in Zhu Zi are, they have almost no presence. I don't even know their names. So, all the scenes involving them in this book are given to these two siblings. This is a scene from the exchange student storyline in the DLC.)
Angers excitedly pumped his fist and spoke enthusiastically to Clavel on the other end of the phone.

[Excellent! Principal Claver! With these two promising young men coming to our aid, we finally feel confident in dealing with the awakened Dragon King!]

After hanging up the phone, Angers looked at the still-humming folding knife in his hand, and glanced in the direction Du Ruo had left. The solemnity on his face had not completely disappeared, but a resolute flame ignited deep in his eyes.

Shuanglong City, top-floor office of the City Hall.

Mewtwo, depicted as a blond man, stands before a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city below, which resembles a chessboard.

In the distance, towards Liyong Port, the overwhelming pressure of a raging dragon, imperceptible to ordinary people, washed over his mental realm like a tangible tide.

The champagne glass that was swaying gracefully in his hand suddenly shattered into sparkling fragments with a "crack" sound, which he had unconsciously crushed.

Mewtwo's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the thrill of extreme excitement!

[Is...is that you...Zekhrom?! Mo Zhen...you're so lucky to be dead! You died so well! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!]

Wild laughter echoed in the empty office, filled with the smug satisfaction of a great success.

[Unbelievable! Reshiram's 'ideal' failed to ignite, but by a twist of fate... it successfully awakened the [True Dragon]!]

He abruptly stopped laughing, all expressions on his face instantly vanishing, leaving only a chilling murderous intent.

【Excellent… The true dragon has appeared… Now, it is time to unleash my grand plan!】

(End of this chapter)