An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 43 Shattered Dream
Achoo!

On the street, where the wind was howling in the cold, Luca sneezed, and his consciousness returned.

Looking at the familiar Liyong Street, Luca couldn't help but feel confused again.

What's going on? Have I traveled back in time again...?

With a puzzled expression, Luca stomped hard on the ground, and in an instant, its body transformed into two afterimages, the sound of air being torn apart never ceasing.

Feeling the power he had mastered, Luca's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Sure enough, both worlds are real, and I succeeded!

Looking at the "Shave (Beginner)" option on the Luca panel, Mo Zhen walked out of the internet cafe feeling refreshed.

After frantically typing away last night, he couldn't resist the urge to film another scene of "The King of the Navy" to give this new naval officer some pointers.

I also helped the other person understand their own "characteristics".

After a day of working a daily wage, Xiao Huolong was full of energy and vitality after waking up.

After fully recovering its energy, the Five-Star Fighter's abundant fighting spirit surged within its body, making it feel stronger than ever before.

Only Xiaomengzi looked dejected and muttered like a resentful woman.

【Lord Mo Zhen, we need to restock quickly! My Dream Energy inventory is almost empty; if this continues, you'll never be able to make another awesome movie!】

Mo Zhen glanced at the inventory panel.

The two scenes I filmed for Luca used up the last four portions of Level 1 Pure Dream Energy, leaving only one precious Level 2 Pure Energy.

However, Mo Zhen was not worried at all, because he had already found Gong Ping's treasure trove and could extract energy from him at any time.

Luca, who had been jumping around repeatedly, suddenly twitched its dog nose.

Hmm? This smell... I detect something sinister!
In an instant, its eyes sharpened, and a sense of justice stirred within it...

……

In the lower part of the city, there are small, cramped apartments.

"That's right, this kid is indeed hiding a starter Pokémon, I can assure you!"

Outside the rented room where Gong Ping lived, an old man with a Jewish air was giving a mysterious message to several gang members dressed in black and red uniforms.

The gang members all wore clothes with a prominent gun emblem, signifying their corporate culture.

Among the group, the leader, a Black man, had a thick gold chain around his neck, and his wrists and fingers were adorned with various extravagant gold rings and bracelets. His diamond earrings sparkled in the sunlight, giving him a tacky rapper vibe.

He grinned, his tone carrying a distinct street hip-hop rhythm.

"Yo, I didn't expect these losers in the lower city to have such top-quality goods. What a waste, what a waste! Listen up, Old Deng, as long as the intelligence is true, I, Thomson, personally promise to waive all protection fees this year, you know?"

As he spoke, he casually made a street gesture, and his henchmen behind him immediately nodded in agreement.

With the other party's approval, Dembele's old face blossomed like a chrysanthemum, and he smiled broadly, clasping his hands together.

"What are you saying? You're too kind, Captain Thompson. It's thanks to a solid and powerful organization like the Quick Guns that our Lower City can maintain order and prosperity. I've always been a loyal follower of yours, and it's my greatest honor to serve the Quick Guns..."

The man known as Thompson snorted coldly. He casually straightened his loose vest and low-rise jeans, revealing a Thompson submachine gun tucked into his waistband and abs tattooed with the words "Invincible Quick Gun".

"Yo, don't give me that crap, old man! On my turf, strength is everything, you know? Everything else is just fluff, all fluff!"

These old men in the lower city are all shrewd and calculating. They can talk to people in a human language and to ghosts in a ghost language. All their actions are for profit.

Loyalty and honor are just empty words; they're good for show.

If their quick-fire squad ever falls, they'll probably still say the same old lines when facing the new forces that will replace them.

In this chaotic world, strength is everything.

Snap——

The door opened, and Gong Ping, who was lying on the bed with a strange smile, was suddenly startled.

Seeing the imposing members of the quick-draw squad outside the door, he stammered.

"Lord Thomson... what brings you here? I... I remember paying protection money this month!"

A faint, peaceful smile appeared on Thomson's usually cold lips.

He took off his sunglasses, hanging them on his vest, and began to rap impromptu to Gong Ping as if in celebration. "Chill, kid, relax! Today is your lucky day. For the next year, protection money is waived. This is my VIP treatment, you know?"

"what?"

The situation changed so suddenly that Gong Ping was stunned and completely baffled, unable to figure out what the other party was up to.

As he was speaking, Thomson suddenly threw out a Poké Ball.

The purplish-black leopard stretched its streamlined body, its sharp claws scraping against the wooden floor with a harsh sound.

"Yo, my little cool guy, find out what this kid is hiding!"

Thomson commanded in a rhythmic tone, making a casual street gesture.

With a slight twitch of its purple nose, the leopard suddenly leaped to the side of the iron bunk bed, its gleaming tail lifting the draped sheets.

The water otter hiding under the bed was terrified and wet itself on the spot by the dark and menacing aura emanating from the cool leopard. It reflexively sprayed out a jet of water, leaving dark water stains on the ceiling.

Looking at the powerful jet of water, Thomson smiled with satisfaction and casually adjusted the gold chain around his neck.

"Yo, you're quite energetic, very good. We'll take this elf in, and the protection fee for that year will be your compensation. That's business, kid, fair trade, you know?"

Before Gong Ping could react, Thomson made the final decision in an unquestionable tone, ending everything in the form of a forced transaction.

Watching Ah Shui convulse as he was carried away by the Cool Leopard, Gong Ping felt a tearing pain in his bones and flesh.

In those few short seconds, fragments of the past flashed through his mind.

From their first meeting in the sewers to spending every day together in the cramped apartment, I watched the otter grow bigger and thinner day by day...

Before he knew it, tears had already streamed down Gongping's face.

No, I can't lose you...

Without you...

I will never be able to fulfill my dream of cycling...

I'll never be able to become Ruri's shimmering damame in this lifetime! Aa ...
With his hands clenched tightly, as if desperately squeezing out the last bit of moisture from a sponge, Gongping mustered all his courage and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, sir, this... this is my spirit, I can't let you take it away!"

I...I said it!
Even Gongping didn't expect that he would actually say those words.

Perhaps this is the power of dreams!
However, this childish and ridiculous humorous remark made even the usually stoic Thomson laugh.

"Haha, your Pokémon? Listen up, kid, do you have a Pokémon registration permit from the League? No, right? Then don't talk to me about ownership. In the Lower City, we, the Quick Guns, call the shots, you know?"

With just one sentence, Gong Ping was silenced: how could an illegal immigrant like him possibly have a registration permit from the alliance?

Legally, there is nothing to prove that the otter is his property.

But a strong sense of unwillingness made Gong Ping grab Thomson's leg and say excitedly.

"It's a partner, we've been through thick and thin together for so many years, please, I can't lose it..."

Seeing that Gong Ping was relentless, Thomson suddenly reached out and grabbed Gong Ping by the back of the neck, lifting the boy up and slamming him against the mottled wall.

"Yo, kid, listen up. According to Article 38 of the 'Lower District Public Security Management Regulations,' any Pokémon that may endanger public safety must be contained by the Quick Gun Team. As the managers here, we have an obligation to take in this Pokémon and eliminate the potential dangers on this street. That's the rule, you know?"

The "Regulations on Public Security Management in Xiacheng District" is a magical law. It has never been written down and only exists in the mouths of rapid-fire police officers, changing flexibly at any time.

In the lower city, the power of the strong is the highest law.

At that moment, tears of humiliation streamed down Gong Ping's face.

He finally understood that dreams were not something a weak person like him could hope for.

He could never become Miss Ruri's swaying spotted in his lifetime, because he would always just be a little Rattata in the sewers, living in darkness and dying in darkness, seeing a ray of light on the screen and thinking he had seen the sun...

"Everyone, could you please give me some face and not make things difficult for this child? He might just be the future hope of the Union Empire..."

? !
Suddenly, a handsome young man in a red suit appeared at the door.

His smile was warm and radiant, like the morning sun.

(End of this chapter)