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Chapter 103 The Little Rada Theory (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
When Gong Ping awoke in excruciating pain, he looked up and saw Mo Zhen's face, which had a half-smile on it.

"Mr. Mo... Mr. Mo Zhen?"

Gong Ping's voice was hoarse and weak, and his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

This was the first time he had ever seen Mo Zhen look down at him with such condescension; those eyes, which held the power of a lion, now gleamed with a barely concealed anger.

"How about it, kid? Is my stuff pure enough? You've got guts, daring to touch this stuff. Get up!"

Gong Ping remained silent for a while, a look of pain and struggle appearing in his eyes.

At this moment, he was completely bewitched by the Dream Smoke, and had completely confused his own identity.

The smile of Miss Ruri in my dream, her gentleness, her voice, and the happiness I felt as her shimmering spot—all of it was so vivid and real that the real world seemed illusory and distant.

It's all fake, completely fake...

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

But looking into Mo Zhen's resolute eyes, he couldn't bring himself to utter a sound.

Mr. Mo Zhen, please, don't look at me like that, I...

Gong Ping forcefully turned his head away from Mo Zhen's gaze and tremblingly reached out his hand towards the box containing Dream Smoke.

boom!
Seeing Gong Ping like this, Mo Zhen went up and kicked him hard away.

Gongping's body writhed in agony on the ground before he was kicked against the wall.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Mo Zhen suppressed his smile; he rarely looked this serious.

Even Xiao Mengzi, who shared the same underwear as Mo Zhen, couldn't tell for a moment whether he was really angry or just putting on an act.

Clutching the water gun that had been kicked flat in agony, Gongping's eyes welled with tears, and he finally let out a roar that he could no longer suppress.

"It's all fake... It's all fake! I'm not Kyouhei at all, I... I'm Kokoro! I'm Ruri-san's Kokoro! I know you'll say I'm crazy, but I understand that everything here is a dream, that gutter rat named Kyouhei doesn't exist! Now the nightmare should end, I need to go back to reality..."

As he spoke, Gong Ping crawled towards Meng Ziyan using both hands and feet, his disgusting appearance resembling a wriggling maggot.

Thomson sighed with emotion and commented in the tone of an old hand.

"See? I told you, you can't just suck on this raw material-grade stuff directly, it's too strong, you can't handle it... Ughh ...

Mo Zhen delivered an invincible wind god kick directly to Thomson, sending him flying out of the cheat room.

"Get lost, this is none of your business!"

Sensing the great anger of the prisoner, Thomson turned and left without looking back.

Mo Zhen straightened his slightly disheveled suit, bent down to compose himself, and adopted the demeanor of a spiritual mentor, speaking earnestly and earnestly.

"Gongping, is this all you've got? A mere woman has brought you down?"

Tears of pain welled up in Gongping's eyes as he gritted his teeth and explained.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo Zhen, I'm really sorry, but I don't know how to explain it to you, because I'm actually just a squiggly spotted creature..."

Mo Zhen looked down at the poor creature on the ground, feeling sorry for its misfortune and angry at its lack of resistance.

"Believe me, all psychological problems stem from sexual repression. Listen to me, from now on, as long as you follow me and be a good people's trainer, plenty of good women will throw themselves at you. Don't even think about that roast chicken, it's not worth it at all!"

At that moment, Gongping, who had been limp as mud, suddenly straightened up and loudly retorted.

"No! You wouldn't understand. Before Miss Liuli appeared, my world was dark. I couldn't see any light. I was surrounded by shadows, all taller than me. They blocked my view of the light. I was going to live in darkness for the rest of my life. Then Miss Liuli appeared. She was the light. The light shone on my face, so bright it almost blinded me..."

Mo Zhen was stunned for a moment. He thought the words sounded familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

He then revealed a pained expression, grabbed Gongping's hand, and roared angrily.

"You're hungry, you're really hungry! Come on! I'll take you to get some fast food! Stir-fried wood ear mushrooms! Pan-fried abalone! You've never had anything good to eat before. Once you're full, you'll forget about that roast chicken!"

Upon hearing this, Gong Ping seemed to recall something terrifying, his eyes filled with the terror of someone suffering from anorexia. "No...no! I don't want to go, I don't want to go to Kouya!!! You...you don't know! She...she's different!!"

Mo Zhen grabbed Gong Ping by the collar and roared.

"So what! Only sewer rats would stare at a roast chicken on a screen. Once you crawl out of the sewer, there's light everywhere, including the damn sun and moon!"

After a long silence, Gongping uttered some incomprehensible ramblings.

"Mr. Mo Zhen, have you heard... the story of Little Rada?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen suddenly felt a jolt, as if a nightmare-like story had been stuck in his throat.

Hey hey hey, no way, this is the Pokémon world! This damn Blueface is still chasing me!
As expected, with Mo Zhen looking tense, Gong Ping began to chant.

"Once upon a time, there was a little Rattata alone in the sewers. It didn't know who it was waiting for, or how long it had been waiting. A trainer walked into the sewers and said, 'Did you call me?' The little Rattata said, 'I didn't call anyone.' The trainer was silent for a long time and then said, 'Then come with me.' Then he threw out a Poké Ball, and the little Rattata went with him. There are many kinds of mice in this world. Some mice, after being led out of the sewers by trainers, become smart mice and run away on somersaults, while others just follow their trainers. I'm the latter kind of mouse. I stayed in the sewers for too long, and I became stupid."

Mo Zhen fell silent.

He had imagined countless possible combinations of scripts in his mind, but he never expected to receive the worst one.

Damn, this script... Gong Mingfei and Mo Mingze, right?!
At this moment, finally realizing the terrifying existence he was facing, Mo Mingze sighed softly.

"You can't live in a dream forever; you have to face reality eventually."

Gong Mingfei lay sprawled on the ground, still the hopeless loser he always was.

"Yes, I know, I know everything, it's all a dream. I have to go back to reality. Miss Liuli is still waiting for me to do a live stream together..."

Finally, Mo Zhen, unable to bear it any longer, tore the script to shreds!

Fuck Gong Mingfei, fuck Mo Mingze, I can't act out this script anymore!
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Zhen left the wall-mounted house as if she were throwing away a pile of garbage, without looking back.

Watching Mo Zhen's departing figure, Gong Ping's expression was complex, and it was unclear what he was thinking...

However, just as she was leaving, Mo Zhen turned her back to Gong Ping and left behind her last words.

"There is only one true heroism in the world: to see life as it is and to love it."

After saying that, Mo Zhen left without looking back.

……

In the chaotic streets of the lower city, Xiaomengzi stammered as she asked.

【Lord Mo...Lord Mo, are we just going to leave him like this? Will Gongping pull himself together?】

"do not know!"

【Eh? 】

Xiao Mengzi was taken aback. In the past, when faced with such questions, Mo Zhen would always answer with unwavering confidence, "It will X."

But this time, that man actually said "I don't know," a word that almost doesn't exist in his dictionary.

"Now, only he himself can help him get back on his feet; you can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep."

Xiao Mengzi remained silent for a long time before tentatively asking.

So what should we do next?

Mo Zhen snorted coldly, a disturbing smile appearing on his face.

"Ha, is that even a question? Of course, we should take down all those cigarette sellers! Those guys sell Dream Cigarettes, one puff and you're immersed in a daydream, devaluing dreams. How are we supposed to sell genuine products to others in the future!"

Xiaomengzi suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation.

Those two are genuine dream sellers; they're in direct competition with those cigarette vendors!
Just as Mo Zhen was scratching his head, wondering how to begin the investigation, a suspicious-looking middle-aged man in a brown trench coat appeared before him...

(End of this chapter)