An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 183 Don't Die! Gong Ping's Great Life Infusion Technique! (The Pinnacle of Abstract Art Refreshes Once Again)
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As the Supreme Overlord Sword, dripping with glistening, silky blood, was suddenly pulled out, an indescribable sense of emptiness instantly swept through Gongping's limbs and bones.

The magnificent golden greatsword, forged from his life essence and the authority of the Black King, vanished before his eyes at a visible speed, as the power within him receded like a tide.

The feeling of holding the sword still lingered with the afterglow of thunderous power, but his palm was already icy cold, as if he was not holding a divine weapon that could cleave the heavens and the earth, but a handful of fleeting quicksand.

The echoes of battle still reverberate in my ears, and the torrent of life surges ceaselessly through my veins.

Gongping was breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows, his whole being immersed in a huge, almost dizzying afterglow.

That life-or-death struggle just now, the resolute act of a sharp blade piercing flesh...

Every frame was like a brand, repeatedly stirring in his mind.

He felt as if he had suddenly grasped some profound truth about life, transforming from a naive and immature boy into a man who could face bloodshed and cruel reality.

The impact of this transformation was so strong that his mind went blank, and he temporarily lost the ability to think normally.

Just then, a long-forgotten fragment of memory suddenly flashed into view—it was the documentary that Akromana bastard had forced him to watch, "Adventures in the Shaky Caves".

Paralyzed in a cold wheelchair, watching the mysterious and persistent adventures of the swaying figure in the film, how desperate and humble his longing must have been.

I long for the day when my legs, which have been sentenced to death, can be like Shaking Spot's, able to explore and conquer those mysterious and deep caves on their own.

During those darkest years of my life, this longing seemed like a pipe dream.

But now... I actually did it!

Not only did they stand up, but they also conquered their target in the most courageous and direct way!
Life is truly full of incredible drama...

Graduation must have been an unforgettable experience, and those battle scenes were still so memorable for me...

Czech Rom's deep, mocking voice suddenly echoed in Gong Ping's ears like a ghost.

"What...what did you do?!"

Gong Ping shuddered in fright, like a child caught watching a forbidden film, instantly jolted awake from the complex afterglow, a surge of shame and annoyance at having his secret exposed.

"I...I almost died just now! Can't I even relive that moment? Can't I!"

He roared, trying to hide his inner embarrassment.

Zekrom, dressed in black and in his normal form, crossed his arms, a playful smile curving his lips, and gave a serious critique.

[No problem, it's your first time after all, so savoring it is only natural. It's just a pity that such a wonderful battle was so fleeting! It was over in a flash, a truly fatal blow, so swift and clean... Hehehe!]

"What do you mean?!"

Gong Ping's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and he trembled with rage.

He was about to retort when Czechrom immediately put on a mocking expression and added with a shrug.

[Huh? Don't get excited, don't misunderstand! I meant that your first kill was so swift and decisive, a single, fatal blow. That's all! Professional! Yes, very professional!]

Gong Ping was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He now fully understood that this damned old man with dark skin was definitely not a proper god at heart!
But then I thought, would a real god make a deal with a loser like him who crawled out of the sewers?
Would you appreciate him generating electricity with Poké Balls and fighting with guns and swords?
However, on the other hand...

Czechrom's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

[Did you forget something? Our previous transaction wasn't about a graduation trip, was it?]

Czechrom's words were like ice water poured over Gongping's head, instantly snapping him out of his strange, lingering fatigue!
Oh no! Mr. Mo Zhen!
I was too engrossed and too focused during that battle in the cave!

The ultimate experience of transcending the limits of combat almost completely immersed him, and he even temporarily forgot about the man lying in a pool of blood who had given him all of this!

He abruptly turned his head to look at the ground. Mo Zhen's signature red suit was soaked in a pool of dark red blood, lifeless, his face as pale as paper, and his chest no longer rising and falling.

Time seemed to stand still for him.

Yes, he's dead.

Czechrom's voice rang out lightly, without a trace of emotion, as if he were stating a fact unrelated to himself, commenting on a dead ant by the roadside.

An immense grief, like a tsunami, instantly engulfed Gongping!
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his body trembling violently, a suppressed sob escaping his throat.

The sense of satisfaction I felt upon graduating has vanished, leaving only endless regret and absurdity!

The people around them—Homiga, the handsome guy, and Thomson—silently gathered around Mo Zhen's body, their expressions solemn, and began to recite eulogies in low voices, creating a heavy and sorrowful atmosphere.

Just as sorrow filled the air, the old man's calm voice rang out again, like the whisper of a devil.

[Hey kid, what are you standing there acting all melodramatic for? You want to save him, right? Then take action and use your own power of words.]

"Wha...what?"

Gong Ping suddenly raised his head, his eyes blurred with tears and filled with astonishment.

"My...my own Word of Power?"

He was completely bewildered, having no idea what other incantations he possessed besides the "Cross Lightning" spell that required a Poké Ball to cast.

Czechrom looked Gongping up and down with an extremely strange gaze, as if he were looking at a fool begging for food with a golden bowl in his hand.

[Hmm... In a sense, the power level of your Word of Power might even be no lower than mine. Its effect is quite unique; it can infuse your life essence into another person's body, forcibly pulling that person's soul back from the brink of death at the cost of your own life. Simply put, it's trading your life for theirs.]

"What?!!"

Gong Ping felt as if he had grasped the last straw, and jumped up excitedly, his eyes gleaming with amazing light.

"I actually possess such powerful incantations?! Why didn't you tell me sooner, you bastard! Quick! Tell me what the incantation is! And how do I use it?!"

At that moment, he wished he could pounce on the black dragon and pry open its mouth.

Czechrom spread his hands innocently, his tone full of nonchalant ease.

[Hehehe, you didn't ask me before, so how can you blame me for not telling you? Besides...]

A playful smile curved his lips.

[Your words of power, didn't you already shout them out before? Those three words—'Don't die!']

"Don't die?!"

Gong Ping was completely stunned and repeated it in disbelief.

"Just...just these three words?! Are you kidding me! Your Word of Power is a long, rambling string of words, like chanting a mantra! How could my Word of Power be so short?!"

He felt like he had been made a fool of again.

Czechrom's smile instantly turned malicious as he stared at Gongping meaningfully and said slowly.

[Yes, it's really short. The so-called "Word of Power" is simply the outward manifestation of a person's most fundamental inner desires. Haven't you always been like that? Shortness is your defining characteristic! Whether it's the duration of a battle or the size of a weapon… tsk tsk, this Word of Power, in every sense, is absolutely perfect! It's practically tailor-made for you!]

"enough!!!!"

Gong Ping was so angry that he trembled all over, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant, as if his dignity was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground.

"Can you please stop bringing that up?! I was practically dead! In that life-or-death situation, instead of finishing off the enemy quickly, were you expecting me to fight her for three hundred rounds?! And! I even shouted 'Don't die' to Mr. Mo Zhen! How come it didn't work at all?!"

At this moment, Gong Ping suddenly became intelligent and tried to refute the other party with logic.

Czechrom revealed an even more malicious smile, and said meaningfully.

[Shouting? Of course not! This is a top-tier incantation involving the very essence of life; how could you possibly succeed by just shouting? You also need to use the specific casting animation!]

He paused deliberately, savoring the sudden pallor of Gongping's face, before speaking, word by word, in an extremely clear voice: "As for the specific techniques… didn't you just demonstrate them on that Growlithe woman with your King's Sword? A sword has two edges; a single thought can kill! This time, it's simply a matter of changing the incantation to 'Don't Die,' and then using the same techniques exactly as before!"

"What kind of hellish joke are you playing?!"

Gong Ping was terrified, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, and screamed incoherently.

"How could such a thing as 'word power' exist in this world?! And it even requires actions to use?! Is this even worthy of being called 'word power'?! You...you devil! You're absolutely playing me!!!"

Czech Röhm put his hands in his suit trousers, looking completely indifferent.

Believe it or not, it's up to you. I've already clearly told you the method. Whether you want to save your sun or not depends on your own awareness and willingness to sacrifice yourself. Anyway...

He glanced at Mo Zhen's cold corpse.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry.

In an instant, Gong Ping's gaze was fixed on Mo Zhen's bloodless face, and his heart was filled with an unprecedented storm.

Hey! This joke has gone way too far!

What Great Life Infusion Technique? This must be some black-skinned demon making up to fool me!
Is it really...really necessary to do that?!
What a joke! You'll die! You're definitely going to die!

This is ten thousand times more terrifying than fighting a hundred more battles like the one just now!
Czechrom seemed to see through his inner struggle, and a smile of extreme pleasure and inflammatory gleam appeared on his face.

Taking this step must have been difficult for you, right?

The coplanar plane is like a dead ashes.

"You're talking nonsense! It's not like you...you...Aa ...

Gong Ping, dressed in black, waved his hand and spoke earnestly.

[Don't get excited. What I mean is, sacrificing your own precious life force to save others is indeed a difficult commitment! But... sometimes, for those irreplaceable people, certain sacrifices are unavoidable. Isn't growth about constantly overcoming that cowardly, timid, and 'unable to face the real' version of yourself? Gongping, you can't stay a loser forever; it's time for you to grow up. So don't feel guilty, just go for it, hehehehe...]

The devil's whispers utterly broke Gong Ping.

He crouched on the ground, clutching his head, and let out a desperate wail.

"No! I can't! I... I still can't do it! I really can't! Mr. Mo Zhen is more important to me than anything else. He is my sun, my light! But... but this kind of thing... I just can't do it!"

He wept bitterly, pleading with Czechoslovakia like a helpless child.

"Please, my other self! Please! There must be another way, right?! There must be! Tell me! Tell me!!!"

Seeing Gong Ping weeping bitterly and on the verge of a mental breakdown, a sly glint flashed in Czechrom's eyes.

He bent down, leaned close to Gongping's ear, and lowered his voice, which was full of persuasive charm.

"Oh? You really can't do it? Don't be so quick to deny it... I know you can do this kind of thing with ease! Do you remember? That dream..."

Boom!

An invisible bolt of lightning struck Gongping instantly!
He shuddered violently, jerked his head up, and stared incredulously at Czechrom's evil face.

"Wh...what?! You...how could you know about that?! It was just a dream!"

Czechrom laughed smugly, as if he were watching the most interesting drama.

What's surprising? Don't forget, I am 'Reality,' I am the 'you' deepest self. All your secrets are laid bare before me. How about a deal? I can use illusions to help you make your dreams come true, and I guarantee your experience will be absolutely realistic!

Upon hearing about the deal, Gong Ping's eyes immediately became wary, but a slight wavering appeared in his heart.

"What the hell! What are you talking about! I would never do something so pointless!"

Seeing that Gong Ping was still resisting, Czechoslovakia immediately dropped another bombshell.

What, you don't believe in my abilities? Remember that "Poké Ball Spin"? That's the one that got you back on your feet. That was my angel investment in you. You think your Poké Ball suddenly started exploding with electricity? It was all thanks to me!

"What!!!!"

Gong Ping jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his finger trembling as he pointed at Zekrom.
"So it was you! So it was you who orchestrated that 'Mo Zhenren' personality?! That...that wasn't a side effect of the Akromar surgery at all?! You...you must be joking!"

He felt like his world had completely collapsed.

My life seems to have always been controlled by this dark "self".

That's about all I wanted to say...

Suddenly, Zekrom's face darkened, and his tone became fierce and domineering, filled with an undeniable sense of oppression.

[Just tell me if you're going to do it or not! Trade now if you want! I'm a successful person who moves millions of souls in a matter of minutes; my time is extremely precious! If you're not going to trade, get lost! Don't waste my time!]

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers impatiently.

Snapped!
With a snap of his fingers, a "product display image" that only Gong Ping could see appeared before his eyes.

Gongping's eyes widened instantly, and his breathing suddenly became extremely heavy.

Wow...this effect is just too amazing!
It's just like a dream... no, even more perfect than a dream!

Seeing Gong Ping's inability to control himself, Czechrom almost burst out laughing.

[Heh, how about that? I'm known as the "Dragon of Truth," and that reputation is built up from countless transactions. My service is absolutely genuine. So, are you going to do business with me or not? Give me a straight answer...]

The intense visual impact instantly shattered Gong Ping's reason and hesitation.

Mr. Mo Zhen... no, Miss Mo Zhen is right there, waiting for him to save her!

The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage.

At that moment, boundless courage filled Gongping's restless heart.

Golden spirit and pitch-black will manifested simultaneously in him, and the boy charging with a gun once again became resolute in his eyes!

Now is the time! What does it matter if we sacrifice everything for the great sun? Charge!!!

"Sold... Deal!!!"

Gong Ping practically roared it out, his eyes burning with a fanatical light akin to martyrdom.

Seeing Gong Ping's comical appearance as he bravely faced death, Zekrom revealed an extremely satisfied and wicked smile.

He glanced at the dumbfounded Xiaomengzi beside him and said in a boastful tone.

[Hehehe, did you see that? This is what you call earning two jobs at once. You should learn from this, you pink trash. Brother Long's skills are enough for you to study for a lifetime!]

Xiao Mengzi's beady eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

It watched as Gong Ping tragically strode forward, step by step, toward Mo Zhen's corpse in the center of the crowd, and then looked at the smug face of the cunning merchant, and let out a hysterical pig howl.

【NOOOOO—!!! You black-skinned, black-hearted demon! You actually used this method to extract lives from others! By Arceus! You will die a horrible death! If Lord Mo Zhen were to come back to life and know that you saved him in this... way, he would definitely use his Uzi submachine gun to blast you and that damned Dark Stone into cosmic dust!!!】

Hehehehehe... That's why I said you don't understand anything! You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish?

Czechrom laughed heartily, like a demon from hell, completely unconcerned.

Just you wait! He'll have to thank me then! Bye-bye, you stupid pink loser! Keep being your ***!

Before the words were finished, the black-clad phantom of Czechrom, humming "Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse," like the genie in Aladdin's lamp who had fulfilled his contract, contentedly transformed into wisps of thick black smoke and rolled back into the [Dark Stone] lying in some unknown corner.

Inside the warehouse, only a grieving crowd remained, surrounding Mo Zhen's cold body, holding a memorial service, and...

Holding the "Scepter of Words of Power," his eyes filled with tragic resolve, he walked step by step toward Gong Ping in the center of the crowd...

(End of this chapter)