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Chapter 311 Niga Evolution: Necario!!! (Seeking monthly votes)
In the space of consciousness, the laughter of Labourer Koby Brunt resonated perfectly with the strange drumbeats of liberation. He spread his arms, and the black matter behind him, which resembled both flames and ribbons, danced wildly.

"The time has come, Luca! I pass on to you the liberating power of the Sun God Nig! Break all shackles, bring joy and freedom to this sea and to all the oppressed spirits!"

Lao Da's voice was like a resounding bell, each word carrying indescribable heat and power, crashing into Luca's almost dissipated core of consciousness.

The painful intertwining of reality and dreams filled Luca's remaining thoughts with self-doubt. He looked at his wounded body, his voice trembling as it echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Can...can I really do it? Boss! I...I'm just a blue-skinned dog who can't even protect his own friends!"

"Man! What can I say?!"

Lao Da's laughter grew even louder, filled with unwavering certainty, his resolute gaze like the morning star at four in the morning in Los Angeles.

"Of course, no problem! Forget about those things that bind you! Form? Race? Attributes? None of those matter! What matters is this place..."

He pounded his chest hard, making muffled thuds.

"It's your heart! As long as you show a confident smile and have an unwavering gaze that never gives up, all difficulties will give way to you! Believe in your partners, believe in your dreams, and most importantly, believe in yourself! Everything will be alright!"

"As long as... you smile, that's enough?"

Luca was stunned. It recalled Admiral Red Dragon's heroic spirit in the face of the severed arm, GSD's entrustment in the pool of blood, and Prisoner's repeated falls and rises, finally transforming into a helicopter and rushing towards the enemy with unwavering resolve...

Those images flashed through his mind, eventually coalescing into Lao Da's radiant smile that seemed to melt away all gloom, and his resolute eyes that could pierce through the void!
This is not just an expression; it is a state of mind, a belief, a sun-like attitude that transforms all pain, fear, and despair into fuel, burning oneself to illuminate the world!

"That's right! Luca!"

The loud voice was like a final maxim, carrying endless expectation and the joy of liberation.

"Fight like the sun! Hold nothing back, unleash your full power! Your strength is far greater than you imagine! Go—"

"Fight like the sun..."

Luca murmured to himself, his consciousness resonating with some deeper force in the sound of the drums.

Just as it was wondering what to do, the majestic figure of General Red Dragon, burning with raging flames, suddenly flashed before its eyes!
"I see!!!"

Luca's mind suddenly cleared. He realized that as long as he visualized the Crimson Dragon General and combined that fervor and radiance with the "smile" and "perseverance" taught by the Great Prisoner, he would surely succeed...

In the real world, in the grand hall of an ancient city.

Within the "Coffin-Sealing Iron Mountain" domain unfolded by the land cloud, the gravity was as terrifying as an abyss.

Chief Adek's forehead veins bulged, and sweat mixed with sand slid down his resolute face.

"Afro-haired buffalo, hang in there! [Final Impact]!"

"Moo-!!!"

The afro-haired buffalo's hooves sank deep into the shattered stone slabs. Despite the terrifying gravity, its afro-like hair, like a black waterfall, stubbornly stood up, gathering the last of its strength, and transformed into a destructive black torrent that crashed fiercely into the earth cloud!

With a deafening roar, the Earth Cloud's body trembled violently, sending rocks flying, but its lava-like eyes were filled with nothing but mad fury. With a wave of its arms, an even more powerful [Earth Power] spread out like ripples, violently sending the afro-haired water buffalo flying.

The massive body of the afro-haired buffalo traced a feeble arc through the air before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, its eyes now spiraling into shape.

"Warrior Eagle!"

Above the dome, the warrior eagle cried out in anguish, attempting to unleash the [Divine Bird Strike] once more, but the omnipresent, terrifying gravity acted like an invisible shackle, making each flap of its wings incredibly difficult.

The Earth Cloud opened its massive maw, and a [Hot Sandstorm] mixed with sand and destructive energy shot into the sky, instantly engulfing the Warrior Eagle!

The azure feathers were charred and peeled off in the storm, and the warrior eagle fell like a kite with a broken string, crashing not far from Adek, losing its fighting ability.

The Knight Snail stood firm in front of Adek, its spiraling lance planted firmly on the ground. Its heavy armor groaned under the weight of gravity, but it remained as solid as a rock. Only the light in its resolute compound eyes gradually dimmed.

Even champion-level combatants would find it difficult to withstand a divine beast that has activated its divine power.

Principal Angers was able to defeat Tornado Cloud not only because of the time-zero ability he used in conjunction with Miss Goth, but also because he had the advantage of favorable timing, location, and support. Only after Mo Zhen and the others significantly weakened Tornado Cloud's abilities were they able to deliver a fatal blow.

Despair, like an icy tide, engulfed everyone's heart at that moment.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump—!!!"

The drumbeats, seemingly originating from the very beginning of life, grew clearer and louder, like war drums striking the depths of everyone's soul!
"Ok?"

Danyu was the first to notice something was wrong. To her surprise, the mountain-like pressure on her body had actually lessened.
She tentatively moved her fingers; although it was still difficult, she was no longer completely unable to move.

"What's going on? Gravity... seems to be weakening?"

Mingyi struggled to sit up from the ground, her innocent eyes filled with surprise.

"Huh? I feel... like my body is becoming light and airy? That's strange, but... it feels so good!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the drumbeats, as if by unspoken agreement.

As far as the eye could see, there was Lucario, who had been pressed firmly to the ground by gravity and was on the verge of death!

At this moment, Luca's body was suddenly engulfed in a layer of deep black flames!

Under the influence of the flames, Luca's original blue fur turned into the classic black of the Mamba!
Even more shockingly, Luca slowly levitated, enveloped in black flames!
It broke free from the terrifying gravity that even the champion Pokémon couldn't withstand, and floated lightly in mid-air as if it had been freed from all shackles!

Behind it, the black ribbons symbolizing the Mamba Mentality reappear, like living beings, dancing wildly and unrestrained to the beat of the liberating drums!
At this moment, it is no longer Luca, no longer Lu Mingfei, but the Liberation Warrior Nicario, who inherited the Liberation Power of the Sun God Niga, completed the legendary [Niga Evolution], and broke all rules and constraints!
"Ouch—hahahahahaha!!!"

Nicario suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh filled with boundless joy and freedom, as if there were no more worries in the world.

"General Crimson Dragon! Lord Lao! I have received your will! Now, let us—like the sun, liberate this land!!!" The black flames burning around its body suddenly surged, connecting with the black ribbons dancing behind it, as if transforming into a black sun, radiating light and heat that dispelled all gloom and heaviness!

On the Altar of the Sacred Fire of the Sun, the enormous Sun God Radiance trembled slightly, revealing an undisguised astonishment within its ancient and vast intent.

[It actually... withstood that power? This seemingly ordinary body... its potential is simply unbelievable!]

Chief Adek was utterly shaken. He looked at Nicario, who was suspended in the air, and it was as if he saw the legendary freedom fighter depicted in the tribe's oldest mural!
Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a black freedom fighter in Unova who wielded a divine weapon called Bonana, danced the dance of freedom, and fought for freedom. He was known as the freest man in the world!

He involuntarily knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, and murmured in an ancient tone that was almost like an ode.

"Bonana... is the power of Bonana, the legendary warrior who fought for freedom! By the spirit of the sun, you have finally sent the warrior to guide our liberation!"

Inside the Super Sphere, Tang Snake, who had just been cursing Mo Zhen for being despicable and shameless, suddenly widened his golden vertical pupils as he sensed Lucan's transformation into a black-skinned figure and his boisterous laughter while hovering in the air.

【Quack!!! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How did this blue-skinned trash dog suddenly turn black?! And what the hell is this power?! How can it suddenly become so strong just by changing its skin color?! Is there any justice in this world?! Is there no law?! Heaven is unjust! Heaven is unjust!!!】

It was so angry that it rolled around wildly inside the ball, and all its previous sense of superiority and god-king status collapsed into nothingness at this moment.

All the hopes and all the eyes were now focused on the suspended black sun—Nicalia!
The Earth Cloud's massive, lava-like eyes were fixed on Nicario, sensing an unprecedented threat from the black flames and merrily laughter!
"Roar--!!!"

The land cloud let out a furious roar, frantically mobilizing the power of the entire [Coffin Iron Mountain] domain. The endless gravity was no longer evenly distributed, but instead pressed down hard on Nicario in the air!
The air twisted and exploded under the extreme gravity, as if the space itself was about to collapse!

However, having completed its Niga evolution, Nicario has unlocked its racial trait, "Zero-Cost Purchase," and has become the freest Pokémon on this land!
As we all know, zero-yuan purchase = free = free = freedom.

How could mere gravity possibly bind a soul yearning for freedom?!

Nicario burst into laughter, his face beaming with a healthy, cheerful, and confident smile, his eyes gleaming with a resolute gaze that could pierce through all illusions!

It didn't even make any exertion gesture, but just stepped on the Moonwalk like a joyful dance, its figure as if it had no weight at all, as if it had transcended the rules of physics, rushing upwards against the earth clouds in the sky!

Swish-!
It was as if he had just blinked, or even faster than blinking!

Nicario's figure appeared out of thin air in front of Land Cloud's huge head, as if by teleportation!
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual capture, causing everyone present to gasp in astonishment, their eyes filled with unbelievable shock!

"Ready to be liberated, guys!"

Nicario laughed loudly and slowly pulled his right elbow back.

As it moved, the surrounding space seemed to collapse towards its elbow!

Visible black waves converged wildly; it wasn't domineering aura or wave guidance, but a wilder, freer [power of liberation]!
Countless tiny black ripples compressed at the elbow tip, emanating a terrifying pressure that made everyone's soul tremble!
Everyone, including Aldak and Mo Zhen, could clearly feel that the elbow strike contained a power of freedom that was enough to overturn all understanding!
The earth cloud's lava-like pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size at that moment, its instincts sending out a signal.

Getting hit by that elbow...it really will kill you!!!
At that crucial moment that would decide the outcome.

puff--

Like a balloon punctured by a needle, the raging black flames on Nicario's body went out without warning.

The black ribbons that fluttered wildly behind it seemed to have lost all their vitality, hanging limply.

The joyful and resolute look in its eyes dimmed instantly, replaced by immense weariness and emptiness.

Its surging power of liberation receded like a tide, as if it had never existed.

"Uh……"

The shriveled and charred Luka, emitting wisps of black smoke, crashed instantly, falling straight down from the sky like a tattered rag.

"Paji."

With a soft thud, it crashed onto the scorched ground, motionless, like a dried-up blue salted fish, even more pitiful than when it was instantly killed by Kaido's staff.

There was deathly silence in the main hall.

Everyone remained in their previous expressions and actions, as if a pause button had been pressed.

After a few seconds.

Danyu: "Huh?"

Zi Yu: "What... are you doing?"

Mingyi: "(⊙o⊙)...Is it over? It seems...it hasn't even started yet?"

The adoration on Adek's face froze, turning into astonishment and bewilderment.

"Bonana's power...has been exhausted?"

Inside the Super Sphere, after a brief moment of stunned silence, Tang Snake erupted into an even more maniacal burst of laughter.

[Hahahaha! What a useless piece of trash! His arrogance got him struck by lightning! No, he drained himself dry! This is hilarious! This is what happens when you oppose me!]

On the altar of the sacred fire of the sun, the massive body of Radiance undulated slightly, revealing a hint of regret in its ancient intent.

[As expected... it still won't work. Although it has activated the form of the [Power of the Sun], it lacks the most crucial component within. Forcibly bearing this power that pursues ultimate freedom and liberation will only instantly deplete its life essence...]

Its gaze swept across the devastated battlefield below, and finally, the eyes that contained the wisdom of countless ages landed on Xiao Huolong, who lay motionless on the ground not far away.

It seems... this last hope rests solely on this body, which may possess incredible properties...

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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