An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 23 Documentary: Dark Ranch
Under the scorching sun of 45 degrees Celsius, Haozai, who had suffered endless humiliation, sobbed in the cotton field.

"Mr. Mo Zhen, are we going to spend our whole lives in a place like this? Quickly use your invincible little fire dragon to think of a solution!"

Lying on the haystack, Mo Zhen calmly began instructing the young farm tool enthusiast.

"Young man, why are you so impetuous? You resort to violence whenever things don't go your way. This will only plunge you into deeper suffering because of your own incompetence. You need more trials to temper yourself and allow you to comprehend the mysteries of the infinite..."

Although he said that, the main reason he's still playing the slave simulator is that his invincible Charmander is currently in the ICU at the Pokémon Center, receiving emergency treatment.

But Mo Zhen has roamed the martial world for many years and has not fallen so low as to need to rely on a stray lizard to save himself.

As the king of ideas, Mo Zhen quickly came up with a good solution.

"Hey kid, do you have a cell phone?"

Although Go is currently in a sorry state and barely recognizable as human, as a fashionable young man from Kanto (yes, that's what the official setting says), he should still have something like a cell phone on him.

"Yes, there is, but the power is out, so we can't call the police..."

As he spoke, Xiao Hao pulled out a Rotom-shaped phone from his tattered underwear.

【Guanwei Glory 100】, the national pride of every Guanwei person.

Even the lowest-ranking Guandu people can't help but puff out their chests with pride when they mention "Guanwei".

Mo Zhen took this national treasure, which carried the infinite pride and hope of the people of Guandu, and casually stuffed it into the thick wool of a sheep. Then he slapped the sheep's plump drum hard.

"What—"

With a soft, tingling, sheep-like electronic voice, the sheep suddenly shuddered and began to reflexively discharge electricity.

sizzle-

In no time, thanks to the most basic flash charging technology, Mo Zhen got a fully revived [Honor 100].

"Hmm, it's time to show off my true directing skills..."

……

"Doujing" (international version).

In a forgotten corner, a documentary exuding a dark and profound atmosphere quietly landed.

Posted by: Mr. 91 Mo

Title: [Dark Farm: The Cruel Truth You Don't Know About Hezhong Livestock]

[Solemn background music slowly begins to play]
As the scene slowly unfolds, a pasture shrouded in gloom gradually comes into view.

The distant mountain ranges are blurred, as if eroded by time and suffering.

A deep, magnetic male voice broke the silence of the scene, each syllable seemingly carrying a heavy history and truth.

"This is the Suanmu Farm. I am Mr. Mo, a secret investigative reporter. In the coming days, I will lead you to unveil the long-hidden dark secrets of the Unova region's livestock industry..."

[A meticulously crafted sequence of long takes begins, providing an overview of the entire ranch.]
Inheriting professional BBC documentary shooting techniques—the camera swings left and right at a precisely controlled speed, deliberately using a low-angle composition below the waist to highlight the candid quality of the footage, and applying an enterprise-grade Dark Eight Dark filter in post-processing, the final image firmly grasps the oppressive and gloomy main tone.

[The camera smoothly moves across the farm's boundary, gradually focusing on a vast area planted with kapok flowers.]
A deep narration begins to appear on screen.

This is the cotton production base of the Suanmu Farm. Next, you will witness the cruel, untold truth behind the cotton industry in the Unova region.

[The camera suddenly switches to a close-up]
A pair of rough, black fists suddenly burst into the frame, pounding the cotton ball on the ground with an almost mechanical rhythm.

The camera captured the instantaneous reaction of the cotton balls under the violent impact with perfect timing—their expressions were magnified to the extreme, and every trace of pain was clearly visible.

White cotton fibers are ejected upon impact, and the camera captures this process in slow motion. Combined with carefully designed lighting angles, each cotton fiber forms an unsettling trajectory in the air.

[The camera lingers on a completely drained cotton ball, focusing on its numb expression and empty, lifeless eyes.]
Immediately following, a voiceover appeared, its tone tinged with restrained anger.

This is the daily reality for the cotton farmers at the Cotton Farm. These farmers are deprived of their most basic rights and live a life of being exploited for their surplus value, day after day. Heartbreakingly, this tragedy is constantly unfolding in every cotton field in the Unova region. In the scene, the dark-skinned young man whose face is carefully blurred seems to want to speak. His lips tremble, and his eyes flash with a plea for help, but just as he is about to open his mouth, the scene is suddenly cut off.

[Scene transition, accompanied by deep string music]
The scene shifts to a wide-open farmland where dozens of Mare sheep are lined up in neat rows, harnessed to ancient wooden plows, struggling to move forward under the scorching sun.

The camera deliberately used a low angle to shoot from below, making these elves look as small and helpless as ancient slaves.

"Hurry up! Everyone, put in more effort! Those who are slow won't get dinner!"

A rough female voice came from off-screen.

[Camera switches to close-up shots of Mare the sheep's face using montage editing]
Through superb photography techniques, the lens captured the changes in the facial expressions of these sheep under extreme exhaustion—from initial determination, to pain in the middle, and finally to complete numbness.

Every micro-expression was magnified, and every drop of sweat shimmered with a heartbreaking light under the special lighting.

The narrator's voice grew even heavier.

This is the truth about agricultural automation in the Unova region. Here, elves have replaced human labor, yet they receive no protection under any labor laws. They perform physically demanding work beyond their limits every day, and the tragedy of dying from overwork has become commonplace on this sinful land.

Suddenly, the flock of sheep in the video stirred slightly. A dark-skinned young man struggled to rush toward the camera, opened his arms, and began to shout frantically at the camera with a sob in his voice.

"Hey, does anyone have a friend in Vermilion City, Kanto? Please tell my parents that I'm Xiao—"

[The camera shakes violently, accompanied by muffled sounds of arguing.]
"Get out of my way! You're not an elf, what are you doing getting involved? Besides, your Kanto LAN can't even see this video..."

[The screen briefly goes black before quickly switching over]
The camera smoothly zooms in on a dimly lit kitchen.

Several large barrels with the texture of chemical materials were placed on the ground, giving people a direct sense of technology and ruthless workmanship.

[The camera slowly pans up, focusing on a young woman.]
Under the photographer's carefully designed composition and lighting, the image of this twin-tailed girl was deliberately sculpted into an unsettling state—her gaze was vacant, her eyes, though large, were lifeless, her facial expressions resembled those of a robot controlled by a program, and every movement revealed a kind of systematic numbness.

The camera zooms in on her hands, mechanically stirring a brownish mixture.

Under special filter processing, these substances present a texture that is instinctively repulsive, as if they can transmit some kind of unpleasant smell through the screen.

"Oh my goodness... child, are you preparing feed for the elves on the farm? Can you tell me what's in this?"

The girl's reaction was noticeably slow. After a brief moment of wandering, her eyes darted around, and she mumbled something incoherently, like a primary school student being called on to recite a text by a teacher. She looked rather dim-witted.

"Oh, sir, the ingredients in this feed are grass roots... tree bark... discarded belts... and a lot of growth... uh... inhibitory hormones!"

[The scene fades out, transitioning to a meticulously crafted scientific animated illustration.]
A set of highly artistic hand-drawn evolutionary diagrams appeared on the screen, showing the complete evolutionary chain from Mareep to Electric Dragon.

Each evolutionary stage is precisely described: the hair gradually becomes sparse from its initial fluffy and full appearance, and eventually disappears completely, replaced by smooth skin and an upright posture.

The narrator's voice became more professional and calm, as if stating a scientific fact.

To maintain consistently high wool production on its ranch, Suanmu Farm adds large amounts of growth inhibitors to the feed. These chemicals cause irreversible interference with the natural development of the Mare sheep. According to our independent research data over the past five years, the evolution rate of Mare sheep on Suanmu Farm is an astonishing 0%. This is the truth behind Suanmu Farm's consistently high production.

[The camera slowly fades in, returning to the actual farm scene.]
In the final part of the documentary, the camera, in an almost artistic way, shows close-ups of the faces of various creatures on the farm.

Every expression is imbued with profound symbolic meaning—helplessness, confusion, panic, pain, numbness…

At the same time, the narration included the documentary's conclusion.

Clearly, these elves living on the Calculation Tree Farm have lost all hope for the future. No one knows what their fate will be...

[The camera slowly pans up, focusing on the overcast sky.]
The scene remained silent for thirty seconds, with only the faint sound of wind and the indistinct sobbing of an elf intertwined, leaving the audience with endless room for thought...

[The scene fades out, and the subtitles slowly rise]
[Produced by: 91 Mo's Independent Documentary Studio]

Special thanks to all the brave witnesses who came forward.

This film is dedicated to those voiceless spirits.

(End of this chapter)