An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 57 Dream

Moonlight streamed through the broken dome, casting dappled, blood-red shadows on the warehouse floor.

The heavy smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together, overpowering the damp sea breeze.

Amidst the devastation, the remains of the poison smoke team members silently testified to their recent madness.

Xiao Huolong lay in the middle of the mess, his round belly heaving violently, as if molten lava was still surging and roaring inside him.

It had just escaped from that heart-wrenching dream, and the intense conflict between reality and dream left its mind in a state of chaos.

Only the grief of "Little Fairy Doctor's passing" burns on its soul like a brand.

Xiao Mengzi hovered in the air, looking at Xiao Huolong lying on the ground with a melancholy expression.

"I never expected it to turn out like this..."

It murmured to itself, its voice trembling slightly.

In the dream, it played the role of Little Fairy Doctor, witnessing firsthand how Xiao Huolong completely lost control under the stimulus of his own death, and how he materialized this madness in reality, tearing all the members of the Poison Smoke Team to shreds one by one.

Snap——

The warehouse doors were flung open at that moment.

After the dust settled from the battle, Mo Zhen, who had fled halfway through filming, gracefully returned to the battlefield.

He is gazing down at the purgatory before him with the air of an artist staring at a canvas.

He lightly touched the lingering scorching air with his fingertips and chanted in a tone that was a mixture of trembling and ecstasy.

"Art, it's so art! Oh, look at this beautiful picture, it's practically the pioneering work of the eccentric school!"

Seeing Mo Zhen's blissful expression, Xiao Mengzi's lips twitched.

Compared to Xiao Huolong's little lizard that suddenly fell ill, this art god who goes mad every day is a much heavier weight.

Luca, who had collapsed to the ground, awoke from his daze and stared in disbelief at the hellish scene before him.

Its body began to tremble violently involuntarily.

Oh my god, what's going on...?

Could it be that General Red Dragon did all of this?!

This is really...

awesome!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Drive every single pirate out of the seas!!!
Senior Red Dragon, we love you with all our hearts!!!

drop--

At this moment, the violent element of naval justice has been successfully injected into Luca's bloodline.

Having inherited Admiral Red Dragon's absolute justice, Luca has transformed into a bloodthirsty marine.

The toxic smoke team seems to have become too urbanized. These despicable evil elements deserve to be severely punished!

Mo Zhen surveyed the devastation inside the warehouse, his gaze finally settling on Xiao Mengzi.

He strolled over to Xiaomengzi and looked at its dejected state with great interest.

Xiao Mengzi lowered her eyes and quietly looked at Xiao Huolong, seemingly immersed in sadness and unable to extricate herself.

For the first time ever, Mo Zhen actually comforted the other person like a gentle, kind-hearted male protagonist from a Japanese anime.

"Don't be too sad. There's nothing you can do about it. It chose the path of the strong, so it has to endure this pain. Don't get too caught up in it either; there's really no need to..."

Xiaomengzi's eyes remained melancholy, and she simply responded with a silent utterance.

[Hmm... Ughh ...

"Infuse your spirit into your fist!!!"

While Mo Zhen was comforting Xiao Mengzi, he suddenly launched a zero-frame attack, his fists creating afterimages as he frantically hammered at Xiao Mengzi.

"Very good! I'll help you cheer up now. How about it, can you feel the positive energy I'm injecting into you!"

Mo Zhen spoke eloquently, but the smile on his face gradually turned sinister.

BYD, you really do have a hidden backup power source. You were just kidding me when you said you'd used up all your supplies during filming!

Under the guise of helping the other person regain their spirits, Mo Zhen unleashed a flurry of punches on the melancholy, pink-haired fat man.

Xiaomengzi, who was being used as a punching bag for the Nth time, was filled with grief and indignation.

Lord Mo Zhen, what is the reason for this...?

Why was my performance so brilliant, yet I still couldn't fool you, old Deng?!

The situation was critical just now, and Xiaomengzi had no choice but to activate her backup hidden energy source.

Regarding the matter of the backup hidden energy source, this guy originally wanted to feign melancholy and brush it off.

However, it underestimated the insight of the god of art and was easily seen through by [Yiyan Mozhen].

Bearing the overwhelming positive energy of Mo Zhen's punches and kicks, Xiao Mengzi cursed inwardly.

You damn bastard, crazy, narcissistic jerk, will I die if I don't beat you up every day?!
However... upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem to hurt as much as I imagined?
Hmm? It feels kind of...comfortable?
My body...it seems to be acting strangely?!
Yay! Putting in physical defense EVs really works!
Through Mo Zhen's daily training, Xiao Mengzi successfully awakened her mysterious physique.

Seeing the expression on its face as it gradually began to enjoy itself, a strange look flashed in Mo Zhen's eyes. He stopped punching, smiled, and hugged Xiao Mengzi into his arms.

"Very good, it seems you have regained your spirits. Remember, what happens in the theater should remain in the theater. There are countless art forms that we need to create in the future. Dwelling on the past will not allow you to create the future!"

Mo Zhen's eyes revealed a resolute look as he spoke in a serious tone.

"Do you remember our goal? To create a better world. The future of this world still needs our art!"

【Huh?!】

Xiao Mengzi's eyes welled up with tears in an instant, and Mo Zhen's originally hateful face suddenly began to radiate light.

Lord Mo Zhen, although I know you're just kidding me, why... why am I so moved!

I understand now, only a rising sun like you can illuminate this dark world!
Even if I'm crippled by your bastard prophecy, it'll all be worth it for me!

【Absolutely right, Lord Mo Zhen! It is my greatest honor to contribute to your artistic endeavors!】

Seeing Xiaomengzi regain her spirits, Mo Zhen smiled with satisfaction.

"Haha, that's more like it! As long as you stick with me, I guarantee you'll have a bright future. When I ascend to heaven, I'll pass on the mantle of the God of Art to you!"

At that moment, in Xiaomengzi's eyes, Mo Zhen suddenly emitted a dazzling light like the sun.

Suddenly, a powerful background music started playing: [You came from Dandong, leaving me all dressed in white, and I want to eat Cantonese food~]

Xiao Mengzi couldn't help but raise her arms high, her eyes brimming with tears.

【Quack! Lord Mo Zhen, what an honor this is! I am so happy! I can never repay your kindness, I can never repay it!】 In the blink of an eye, the heavy atmosphere on the scene was swept away, and the two guys with their own ulterior motives started to act and pull at each other again with smiles on their faces.

"Hmm? It seems there's still one guy who's not dead?"

Watching Mo Zhen approach step by step, Jesse dragged his broken body and struggled to crawl forward.

Hit by Xiao Huolong's Explosive Claw, several deep, charred claw marks appeared on his chest, revealing the bone.

In the final moments of his life, he caught up with him on that rainy night.

In a daze, he saw his fallen Team Rocket comrades waving at him.

With her last bit of strength, Jesse struggled to crawl toward the suitcase, her twisted body leaving a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

At last……

At least in the end...

Let me dream again...

Snap——

Before Jesse could react, Mo Zhen deftly opened the briefcase.

Looking at the briefcase that had caused everything, Xiaomengzi couldn't help but feel curious.

[Lord Mo Zhen, what's in that suitcase?]

Mo Zhen opened the box and muttered nonchalantly.

"It's probably a second-hand red and white ball of dubious origin, or maybe it's some kind of herbal extract from Grass-type Pokémon, or the raw material for Power Boost. What future can someone who's involved in gangs have? Could it be a smuggled Master Ball?"

Inside the metal box, there lay rows of sealed test tubes.

Pink smoke billowed inside the test tube, flowing dreamlike and transforming into dreamlike shapes.

"Give me one..."

Jesse, lying prone on the ground, stared with lifeless eyes and tremblingly stretched out his hand.

This was just a dying man's last request.

Perhaps out of an artist's ultimate concern, Mo Zhen took a pink test tube from her suitcase and thoughtfully handed it to the other person.

With her last bit of strength, Jesse crushed the test tube.

The pink substance slowly flowed from the test tube, engulfing his cheeks.

His consciousness, along with the flowing pink smoke, slowly sank into a dream...

In the dream world constructed of smoke, the gilded plaque of the Allied Building collapsed with a crash, replaced by a monument bearing the Rockets' "R" logo, a symbol of equality.

On the streets, Poké Balls, once regulated items, have become cheap street vendor goods costing hundreds of yuan each, readily available at friendly stores for anyone aspiring to become a Pokémon Trainer.

The starter Pokémon, which were originally monopolized by Pokémon families, are now frolicking in the Poké Balls of ordinary trainers.

Everything was different. Looking around at the fairytale scenes that only appear in children's works, Jesse was filled with emotion.

This is what his ideal world looks like.

"Hey Jesse, what are you doing over there? We're right here!"

Jesse turned around abruptly and saw a spirited red-haired boy waving at him from the crowd.

Gazing at that still-youthful figure, his eyes welled with tears, and he choked up.

"Gin, is it really you? After that day, I went to Unova as you told me, but I can't find you anywhere..."

Suddenly, a long-forgotten memory flashed through Jesse's mind, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

"I...I think I remember what happened that night, you're already..."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

The red-haired boy, with an arrogant expression, impatiently interrupted Jesse.

"We're just missing you, hurry up and come over. We're heading to the Union now, we're going to more places, and liberate more people!"

Jesse's eyes widened as he saw all of his Team Rocket comrades, who had sacrificed their lives in battle, standing before him beside Silver.

He seemed to realize something and said softly.

"It's nothing, I just had a very long dream..."

Taking one last look at this wonderful world, Jesse smiled and followed his companions...

……

In the blissful dream of her ideals coming true, Jesse breathed her last with a smile on her face.

Standing to the side, Mo Zhen tilted her head and examined the dead Jesse. The experiment had yielded preliminary conclusions.

"Is this a tranquilizer? It seems to alleviate the pain of dying..."

Before Xiao Mengzi could offer any flattering agreement, pinkish hazy smoke had already quietly seeped into Mo Zhen's nostrils...

……

"Mr. Mo Zhen, please give your acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize in Literature!"

The Baroque reliefs on the dome of the Stockholm Concert Hall shimmer in the golden light.

The spotlights blazed on the podium like the polar day, and Mo Zhen stood there, holding the cold brass medal relief in her hand.

On the relief, Alfred Nobel's profile seems to be gazing at him across time and space.

Huh? I won the Nobel Prize?!

In the short time it took to pause, Mo Zhen had already straightened her bow tie and started organizing her acceptance speech in her mind.

He didn't even consider whether this was a hallucination caused by being too high.

Because everything felt so real—that he would win the Nobel Prize in Literature—it seemed like something that could actually happen in real life, so he had absolutely no reason to question it.

Yes, that mess in the Pokémon world was probably because I was thinking about my new book and got distracted for a bit.

Standing on the podium, Mo Zhen began to deliver her acceptance speech in a vivid and engaging manner.

"First, I want to thank myself for my tireless efforts in writing day and night. Second, I want to thank myself for my artistic talent that leads the times. Finally, I still want to thank myself for my unwavering pursuit of art..."

Just as Mo Zhen was talking about his artistic philosophy, he suddenly stumbled and fell off the awards stage...

The plot of Silver involves many later developments, so this is just an introduction; the main storyline will be introduced later.
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