An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 293 The Purple Yu's Giant Tongue Clam Saves Soldier Tang Long! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Adu stood with his arms crossed over his chest, calmly looking down at the three people on the shore. His posture, along with the raging red Gyarados at his feet, created a striking visual contrast.

"A dodo?!"

Mo Zhen raised an eyebrow and looked at Adu, who was riding a red Gyarados and making such a cool entrance, and asked directly.

"What are you doing here? And why are you making such a commotion?"

A-Du leaped off the red Gyarados head and landed lightly on the beach, clapping his hands.

The red Gyarados let out a low growl and slowly sank into the sea, leaving only a pair of fierce eyes faintly visible as it monitored its surroundings.

"The matter with Dr. Makomo has been resolved. The source of Yumeko's cigarettes and the laboratory have been taken into control by the people I found."

Adu succinctly gave a brief explanation, then glanced sharply in the direction of Feiyun City, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"As for this so-called 'Elf Era'... I learned from Dr. Makomo and other sources that there's such an interesting organization in the upper echelons of Unova. A group of self-proclaimed elites doing some unknown things..."

He paused, a knowing sneer appearing on his face.

"What you just witnessed was their dark ritual for maintaining their circle. Through this collective depravity that deviates from worldly ethics, they form a unique consensus and tacit understanding. In this way, everyone has leverage over others, everyone is deeply involved, and they restrain each other, thus binding them into an unbreakable community of interests that is unimaginable and difficult for outsiders to integrate into."

Adu's voice lowered, carrying a weariness and profundity that seemed to have seen through everything. His gaze seemed to travel through time, returning to some past he did not want to recall.

"The prerequisite for joining this inner circle is that you must identify with and personally participate in this distorted culture, offering your pledge of allegiance. Once you take that step, there's no turning back. Because you know that outside of this group, you'll only be seen as an outsider; only here can you find common ground and understanding... Ha, isn't it ironic?"

As Adu calmly revealed this bloody truth, Wanlong couldn't help but shudder, clutching her arms and her voice trembling.

"It's...it's too dark! This isn't high society, it's a den of demons! I'd rather die than become like that!"

Mo Zhen, on the other hand, is more concerned with the current situation.

"Oh, by the way, how's the situation over there now?"

When this was mentioned, A-Du's face showed a hint of helplessness.

“These people are no ordinary individuals. Although I completely destroyed that stronghold, they also have a well-established evacuation mechanism, and it was quickly deserted. What's even more troublesome is the intricate network of power behind them; a single move can have far-reaching consequences! On the surface, they are all respectable socialites, philanthropists, and entrepreneurs! How am I supposed to capture them? The interest groups they've formed have become so powerful that they're practically uncontrollable. This matter will probably require careful consideration…”

A-Du finally uttered those words in despair, his voice hoarse and filled with unfathomable weariness.

As a former second-generation member of the Alliance and now a lone investigator, he knows better than anyone that some behemoths lurking in the shadows cannot be eliminated by force alone.

On the other side, Yati was completely slumped on the shore, as if her soul had been ripped away.

His faded work clothes now looked more like a shroud, wrapping an empty shell that had lost all passion.

The eyes that had once shone brightly upon finding an "artistic sanctuary" were now dull and lifeless, reflecting only shattered images.

"It's over...it's all over..."

He muttered to himself absentmindedly, his fingers unconsciously picking at the cheap replacement board, leaving messy marks.

"This world... is rotten to the core... Where is there any truth? Goodness? Beauty? It's all fake, all hypocritical embellishment, crawling with maggots!"

He suddenly covered his face, his shoulders trembling violently, and he let out a suppressed sob.

"My paintings... my ideals... are simply impossible... I can't create anymore... I can't paint anymore..."

[Sobbing emoji!!!]

Xiao Mengzi also burst into a deafening wail, her pink little body twisting wildly on Mo Zhen's shoulder, and two exaggerated streams of tears gushing from her eyes, wetting the shoulder pads of Mo Zhen's expensive red suit.

[This world is utterly doomed! It's hopeless! Darkness! So dark! Oh my god! Those elves... those lovely elves, what did they do wrong to deserve this treatment? They've all become slaves! Waaaaah...]

It cried so hard it could barely breathe, its pink paws twitching.

【Arzetus! Creator God! Open your eyes and look! Look at the horrible state of the world you created! If you saw it… you would… you would be furious and unleash divine punishment, tearing everything down and starting all over again!!!】

Mo Zhen secretly reserved her opinion on this. The saying goes, "Existence is its own justification." Was it possible that the creator of this world actually wanted to see this monstrous appearance...?

Just as this thick fog of despair and pessimism continued to spread.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, resounding slap landed hard on Yati's face, so forcefully that he staggered to one side, leaving a clear handprint on his face.

Everyone was stunned. Even Xiaomengzi's crying stopped abruptly, leaving only sobs.

Mo Zhen slowly withdrew his hand, his face devoid of any hint of jest. His artist eyes, which always held a hint of mockery and calculation, were now sharp as knives, burning with an almost sacred flame.

He looked down at the stunned Yati, his voice not loud, but carrying an unwavering and authoritative force.

"Give up already? Huh? You close your eyes when you encounter darkness, and turn your back on ugliness? Is your so-called artistic pursuit really that cheap?!"

He grabbed Yati by the collar, lifting him almost off the ground and forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Let me tell you, Yati! It is precisely because this world has darkness, filth, and countless evils that we artists are needed even more! Our brushes are not only used to depict the existing truth, goodness, and beauty, but also to pierce through hypocrisy, illuminate the darkness, and create truth, goodness, and beauty with our own hands on the ruins of despair! This is the true meaning of an artist! Discover it, create it, spread it! Use our works to enlighten those ignorant souls and ignite even the slightest spark of hope! This is our battle!"

Yati covered her face and stared blankly at Mo Zhen.

The burning light in the other person's eyes cleaved through the gloom and despair in his heart like a sharp sword.

Those words were like heavy hammer blows, striking his artistic beliefs on the verge of collapse and pulling him out of the mire!
An indescribable shock and shame welled up in my heart, followed by a tidal wave of admiration.

“Master Mo… Master Mo Zhen…” Ya Ti’s voice trembled, and his eyes welled up with tears again, but this time it was not despair, but excitement and enlightenment after being awakened.

"You...you're right! It was me...I was too narrow-minded, too cowardly! Art shouldn't run away, it should fight! I...I understand!"

Seeing the flame rekindled in Yati's eyes, Mo Zhen released his hand with satisfaction, gently straightened his wrinkled collar, and resumed his languid yet confident demeanor as an art master.

However, Wanlong, standing to the side, worriedly pushed up her red-rimmed glasses.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the unbearable images of the club in her mind, her voice filled with lingering fear and the heaviness of reality.

"Director Mo, you're absolutely right... But those people... their power is too great. They occupy the top tiers of the Union, wielding astonishing wealth and power, with connections spanning every industry, and possibly even within the Alliance itself..."

She paused, then continued with difficulty.

"Even if it were me, even if I had solid evidence, my website would probably be completely shut down by them using all sorts of methods the moment it's exposed, and I myself might even..."

She didn't say anything more, but her pale face and slightly trembling fingers said it all.

That wasn't just simple business competition; it was a terrifying force capable of crushing any individual's existence.

Mo Zhen seemed to have anticipated her response. A mysterious smile curved his lips, and his eyes gleamed with a cunning light like a fox.

In just a moment, a brilliant plan took shape in his mind.

"Who said...we're going to confront this head-on? Art has countless forms of expression, and the sharpest blade is often hidden in the most unexpected medium."

His gaze turned to Yati, whose fighting spirit had just been rekindled, and his voice was full of seductive charm.

"Yati, I have a brilliant idea. We need to create a comic, one that subtly exposes the darkness while conveying light and the spirit of resistance! I've even thought of a name: 'The Navy King'!"

He placed his hands on the table, leaning forward as if sketching a grand blueprint.

"The protagonist of the story is Lucario, a righteous and indomitable spirit! He will sail on the vast ocean, together with his companions, to fight against a group called the Celestial Dragons, who call themselves gods and wantonly oppress all living beings! Lucario will use his Aura, his rubber... uh, I mean his Marine Six Powers and his unwavering will to challenge powerful enemies time and time again, break the unjust order, and pursue the ultimate treasure that symbolizes freedom and dreams—One Piece!"

As Yati listened to Mo Zhen's description, her eyes grew brighter and her breathing became more and more rapid.

He could clearly feel the surging power contained within this story framework, the metaphorical satire of power, and the ultimate praise for freedom and dreams!
This is not just a comic; it's practically a javelin and dagger crafted from art!

"That's...that's amazing! Master Mo Zhen!"

Yati grabbed Mo Zhen's hand excitedly and shook it vigorously, her face flushed with excitement.

"This idea is simply genius! It's full of power and hope! To be able to participate in such a creation, to use my paintbrush to spread truth, goodness and beauty, and to enlighten the people... this is truly the greatest honor of my life! Please let me be the lead artist!"

[Buzz——! 】

The moment Yati finished speaking, a pure, vast, hopeful, and creative dream energy, like a warm torrent, suddenly poured into Xiaomengzi's body!

Its pink body was instantly enveloped in a layer of rainbow light, so comfortable that it let out a series of incomprehensible moans, and its beady eyes turned into happy vortexes.

[Oh my god, so satisfying! That's it! That's it! Guidance! Positive guidance! Hopeful artistic creation! Our future is full of hope again!!!]

It absorbed this energy with relish, feeling its own strength slowly increasing.

However, at this incredibly comfortable peak, a scene flashed through Xiaomengzi's mind like lightning.

That was the scene in the club where Wang Ju, the boss of the mine, was embracing the dragon-headed mole dressed in a maid outfit, with an evil smile on her face!

This scene suddenly overlapped with the image of Zi Yu tightly hugging Xiao Huolong's belly in the ward, her eyes flashing with obsessive possessiveness!
【snore--! ! ! 】

Xiaomengzi gasped sharply, replaced by extreme terror, letting out a shrill, distorted scream.

[Ughhhhhh!!! Something terrible has happened! Lord Mo Zhen! Something horrible has occurred!!! Xiao Huolong… Xiao Huolong is in danger!!! That little Zi Yu girl, her father, Boss Ju, is a senior member of the [Elf Era]! She… she must also… quack! The way she's holding Xiao Huolong is exactly like those perverts in those clubs! Xiao Huolong is going to… going to have his teeth sucked dry!!!]

Mo Zhen's composure and the detachment unique to artists shattered in an instant!

His pupils contracted sharply, he gasped sharply, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant!
"Damn it! How could I have forgotten about that?!"

He practically roared it out, his voice filled with unprecedented panic and anger.

Boss Ju is a member of the club, and his daughter Ziyu grew up in this environment, influenced by what she saw and heard... Heaven knows what she might do to Xiao Huolong, who is as plump and juicy as a can of yellow peach!
The thought of the artistic exploration that Xiao Huolong's incredibly elastic fat might undergo sent a chill down Mo Zhen's spine!

"Quick! Back to the Pokémon Center! Now! Immediately! Right now!!!"

He no longer cared about maintaining the demeanor of an art master, nor did he have time to discuss the storyboards and settings of "The Naval King" with Adi in detail.

With a sudden burst of speed, he took a long stride, like a red lightning bolt, and charged towards the Pokémon Center.

"Eh? Master Mo Zhen! What happened?"

Yati looked bewildered, but seeing Mo Zhen's panic, she instinctively picked up her drawing board and ran outside.

Although Adu and Wanlong were unaware of the specific details, seeing Mo Zhen and Xiao Mengzi's reaction as if the world had ended, they realized that something terrible had happened.

The group ran wildly through the bustling streets of Feiyun City as if being chased by mad dogs, attracting the attention of passersby.

Mo Zhen's bright red suit stood out in the crowd as he charged headlong toward the Pokémon Center.

Xiao Huolong! Hold on! Old Chi is here to save you!!!
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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