An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 283 The Principal's Time Zero, Mo Zhen's Gene Therapy (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Angers Cylinder, the legendary Dragon Slayer.

In his hand, he gripped the ancient and ferocious alchemical folding knife that had been bathed in countless dragon bloods—the Dark Demon Blade!

At this moment, on the dull blade, the intricate dark red patterns pulsated like blood vessels, emitting a buzzing sound of extreme thirst for dragon blood!
"The blood of kings must end with the sword."

Angers' voice was eerily calm, yet carried a commanding air of destiny.

He moved.

In the perception of the tornado cloud, where time is slowed down, Angers' movements are as fast as if they surpass the speed of light!
There are no afterimages, because there's no time for them to remain!
The first strike cleaved the core of the storm that had just formed, and the purifying power of the Philosopher's Stone, as if it had found a breakthrough, poured out wildly!

The second strike severed the energy pathways through which it attempted to mobilize the power of the wind!

The third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife...

All that could be seen from the tornado cloud was Angers' white figure, like an elegant grim reaper, surrounding his almost solidified, massive body, with the Darkfire Demon Blade in his hand transforming into streaks of dark red light that tore through space!
Each strike landed precisely on the most vulnerable life energy node of its divine body, each strike carrying the deep-seated hatred for the dragon race and absolute speed under zero time enhancement!

It wanted to rebel, but its will, within the realm of time zero, was transmitted as slowly as a snail crawling!

From the perspective of an observer in the real world, however, the scene is quite different.

Principal Angers appeared as if by teleportation, and below him, his fairy, Miss Gothic, deployed [Trick Space], interfering with the time perception within the space.

Then the tornado cloud's massive storm body was as if it had been cut through by countless invisible blades at the same time, quietly shattering inch by inch!

There was no loud bang, no explosion.

Only the storm element, like disassembled building blocks, transformed into the most primal energy points, silently dissipating and annihilating.

No...it...is...impossible...I...Odin...

The mad divine power ignited completely, sweeping away the storm of the tornado cloud in all directions like a raging storm.

The storm that had enveloped the Sky Arrow Bridge had completely dissipated, and the sea below was calm and still, as if nothing had happened. Only the ruins of the Sky Arrow Bridge silently told the story of what had just occurred.

A long-awaited ray of sunlight pierced through the thinning clouds and shone on the shattered and devastated remains of the Tianjian Bridge.

Angers Sylan stood quietly on the broken bridge arch, slowly sheathing the Darkfire Demon Blade, his white suit spotless in the breeze.

He looked down at the survivors below, his gaze finally settling on the unconscious Xiao Huolong and the still-shaken Zi Yu. His hard face showed no emotion, only a hint of seriousness flashed deep in his eyes.

This hunt for Odin, the King of the Sky and Wind, is a textbook example of dragon slaying in the history of the Secret Society.

Taking advantage of a moment of weakness in the Tornado Cloud, sniper Nari gave a silent command to the Scizor beside her, firing a bullet forged from the Philosopher's Stone with Bullet Punch.

This bullet laid bare its most fatal weakness before the dragon slayer's blade.

Principal Xi Lan's harvest was swift and decisive, leaving the King of the Sky and Wind no chance to catch his breath or retaliate.

With the battle over, Duro Gattuso, hands in the pockets of his expensive designer trousers, strolled over to Principal Angers with his signature languid gait.

He shrugged and spoke in a drawn-out tone, his voice strained by his depleted energy.

"Oh my, old man, you really showed off your prowess in this battle. You personally killed an awakened Dragon King. This outstanding achievement is enough to make this good-for-nothing heir graduate with honor, right? I've already thought of my graduation thesis. The title is 'On the Feasibility Analysis of the Principal's Unfailing Skill and the Prodigal Son's Lazy Victory.'"

Xi Lan slowly sheathed the constantly buzzing Darkfire Demon Blade, making a crisp clicking sound.

He turned his head, his deep-set eyes sharp as a hawk's, and glared at Du Ruo.

The fact that the enemy would appear on this battlefield was clearly beyond his expectations.

Based on his understanding of this lazy guy, he should be at a tea ceremony appreciation event in a luxury hotel right now, or discussing the philosophy of life with a socialite, not on this broken bridge that has just experienced a divine battle and is now a mess.

When the topic of the Dragon King's death came up, Xi Lan's hard-lined black face did not show any joy of victory, but was instead filled with a sense of grimness and solemnity.

"Don't be too happy yet, Du Ruo. Dragon Kings... are not beings that can be completely hunted down so easily. They are the shadows of our world, the distorted manifestations of the rules, and they will not truly die eternally. Every seemingly complete destruction may just be a long slumber. Even if we shatter their divine bodies, the [divine essence] that carries authority and laws will return at some point in the future in some new form."

Upon hearing this, Du Ruo's nonchalant expression finally softened slightly. He raised his carefully groomed eyebrows and spoke with an exaggerated sense of helplessness.

"Huh? What's going on here? So all that effort I put in, almost costing the aluminum-steel bridge duct, was just to give it a long break? Wasn't all that work for nothing, a complete waste of time?"

"It's not a waste of time."

Xi Lan interrupted him, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings, which resembled a post-apocalyptic landscape.

"This time, Odin, the King of the Sky and Wind, was utterly and severely damaged by our use of the Philosopher's Stone and the Darkfire Blade, with even his divine essence almost shattered. For a long time, he will be unable to gather power to wreak havoc and threaten the safety of the Unova region. This operation has severed his claws reaching into reality, winning us and this world a precious respite. This in itself is a huge success."

As he spoke, he surveyed the chaotic battlefield, then changed the subject, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"The critical task now is to immediately rescue the wounded and assess the damage."

Du Ruo yawned and glanced at his aluminum-steel bridge dragon, which had been cut in half.

Unlike the strongest sorcerer, although it was tragically cut in half, as a resilient steel creature in the Pokémon world, being merely split in two clearly did not completely end its life.

"Hey, Denji, it's me. I need your help with something, it's like this..."

Du Ruo pulled out his phone, searching for a professional Electric-type trainer to help him reconnect with his nerfed Early Ace. Meanwhile, on the other end, Zi Yu's tearful cries rang out.

She collapsed onto Xiao Huolong's limp, orange-yellow body, which resembled a small mountain. Her large, amethyst-like eyes were filled with tears, her small nose was red, and her voice was choked with sobs and panic.

"What's wrong with you? Move around! Don't scare me! You were so handsome just now..."

She shook Xiao Huolong's incredibly elastic belly vigorously, but the latter showed no reaction; only faint breathing proved that it was still alive.

Xi Lan glanced at it only once before speaking in his characteristic authoritative tone.

"There's no need to cry so sadly, little girl. This guy just overused his power and his energy is temporarily depleted, so he has entered a self-protective hibernation. His unusual [Big Stomach] ability, which is different from ordinary Pokémon, absorbed most of the damage at the critical moment. Let him sleep and replenish enough heat, and he should be back to his lively self soon."

Upon hearing the principal's authoritative diagnosis, Ziyu immediately grasped at a lifeline, her tears instantly stopping. She nodded vigorously, and her face regained its hopeful glow.

She carefully wiped the dust off Xiao Huolong's belly with her small hands, as if she were protecting a precious treasure.

However, Xi Lan's gaze passed over Xiao Huolong and landed on the sea below, which had just returned to calm.

His gaze became extremely serious, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"The real trouble is those two who are sunk to the bottom of the sea..."

He muttered to himself and shook his head.

"That Lucario, in order to fight the Dragon King, seems to have used some forbidden power far beyond its own capacity. Its life force is as weak as a candle in the wind... And Guleton from Padia is also seriously injured. Even if they are sent to the most advanced Pokémon Center immediately, it is still unknown whether they can be snatched back from the clutches of death."

What puzzled and unsettled Xi Lan even more was Dan Yu's disappearance.

His powerful senses, like an invisible radar, meticulously scanned every corner of the battlefield, yet he could not detect the presence of the Orange Academy specialist from Padia.

"Since her steed, Guleton, is fighting so fiercely here, there's no way she herself could have strayed far... Was she also severely wounded and fell into some undetectable part of the sea? Or..."

An even worse thought surfaced in his mind, and the various potential possibilities made even the well-informed principal feel a chill.

Just as his mind was racing, trying to sort things out, his gaze inadvertently swept over a section of broken wall at the edge of the battlefield.

Immediately, even the seasoned leader of the secret society couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

In the corner of the ruins, two ordinary-looking yellow electric rats were entangled in a way that was completely out of place in the current tragic environment, making urgent "pika pika" noises.

Xi Lan silently looked away, took a deep breath of the air that smelled of the sea and gunpowder, and sighed softly.

"In such a brutal battlefield at the Dragon King level, it's incredible that such wild spirits, like stray dogs on the roadside, could survive. Their tenacious resilience in sustaining life is truly astounding..."

On the other hand, from the perspective of Mo Zhen and Dan Yu.

After Principal Xi Lan descended like a white grim reaper, utterly annihilating the arrogant Sky King and Wind King above the Sky Arrow Bridge, Mo Zhen's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

This sudden attack by the tornado cloud completely deviated from any of his pre-conceived plans. Its divine power and the series of subsequent changes made it quite troublesome, even for Director Mo, who was used to operating behind the scenes.

He secretly made up his mind, his gaze sweeping over the unconscious Xiao Huolong not far away. Next time, he must make this Tang fat dragon completely sublimate. He must tailor-make a nuclear-level trump card for him that can turn the tide.

Just as Mo Zhen was frantically brainstorming in his mind how to tailor-make an incredible script for Xiao Huolong and create an absolute trump card for him to deal with crises like today, a sudden change occurred not far from his side!
"Ugh... Ahhhh—!"

A suppressed moan escaped Danyu's lips.

The crazy beauty from Parthia trembled violently. Her golden eyes, which had been revealed by the burst of blood, shone even brighter, and her pupils contracted further, becoming like the vertical pupils of a cold-blooded crawler!
What's even more unsettling is that her exposed skin has begun to show red crackle patterns, like those on fine porcelain.

An even more primal, inhuman aura than when she fought the tornado cloud erupted uncontrollably from her delicate body!
After continuously and forcibly using and maintaining the blood-bursting state, the dragon blood originating from Reshiram in Danyu's body finally went completely out of control, beginning to frantically erode and cover the human parts of her body.

The purity of the dragon blood is uncontrollably soaring towards the critical point, sliding into the abyss of [Triple Blood Burst] that completely obliterates humanity!
Before Mo Zhen could fully react to this sudden turn of events, the void beside him rippled like water rippled after a pebble was thrown in, and a thought carrying a buzzing, restless current forcefully entered Mo Zhen's mind.

The figure of the little boy in the luxurious black suit—a projection of Czechrom's will—suddenly appeared with an unprecedented look of panic.

[Hurry! We have to stop her! The dragon blood within her has completely gone berserk. If this continues, the last shred of her human reason and consciousness will be devoured by the dragon blood, turning her into a monster controlled by Reshiram's hypocritical ideals and instincts—Deadpool! Then, forget about using her; we'll have to deal with an incredibly troublesome enemy ourselves!]

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his temples, a helpless, bitter smile appearing on his lips.

He had just finished dealing with the enormous problem of the Sky and Wind King, and before he could even catch his breath, this seemingly fiery ally had pulled off another out-of-control stunt.

These unexpected events were more dramatic than any script he had ever written.

He suppressed his inner irritation and mentally retorted to Zekrom.

Shut up, you shrewd businessman! What's the use of just yelling? Get to the point, how exactly do we stop her?

Czechrom held up two white-gloved fingers and explained at breakneck speed.

[There are two methods. The first is for you to go there now and kill her decisively, eliminating all future troubles!]

It paused, a strange light flashing in its dark eyes, and then shook its second finger.

As for the second method... although it's more troublesome, it might be more in line with your artistic principles. That is to find a way to control the wildly escalating proportion of dragon blood in her body, forcibly bringing the unbalanced scales back. Specifically, it requires injecting a sufficient amount of human genes into her boiling dragon blood body to neutralize the excessively violent dragon nature!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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(End of this chapter)