An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

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Completely ignoring the crystal chandelier that was being electrocuted, Wanlong excitedly picked up the phone, looking as bewildered as if she had received a divine gift.

Shinji's Poké Ball flashed red and he recalled Electabuzz.

As he uploaded the information he had gathered about Wanlong during the battle to the secret website of [West German Company], he shook his head with a cold smile.

"Let's fight again next time, Miss Wanlong. I hope you can focus more on the battle itself then."

On the other side, Wanlong was completely absorbed in the phone call, her body twisted like a maggot, oblivious to everything around her, and didn't hear Shinji's words at all.

For her, the outcome of the battle at hand was not as important as a single word from the other end of the phone.

"Ugh... How annoying! Director Mo, why did it take you so long to call? What have I been doing lately? Hehehe, need I say more? Of course, I've been preparing for our movie! Oh, by the way, I've been training in Pokémon battles, and I'm incredibly strong now!"

"Oh, is it so……"

On the other end of the phone, Mo Zhen scrolled through Wanlong's WeChat Moments.

The combination of pictures and text inside gives the impression of a socialite putting on a show while checking in at the gym.

However, this was not his main concern.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mo Zhen quietly got to the point.

"Oh, by the way, I'm working on a new project recently, which involves shooting a really cool music video. I was wondering if you could help me connect with some professionals..."

Upon hearing this, Wanlong's sweet smile froze for a moment.

As if a pause button had been pressed, the love radar in her brain went off like crazy!

As a seasoned veteran in the entertainment industry, she naturally knew that music videos were a high-risk area for accidents.

Having learned from the previous incident with Natsumi, Wanlong's eyes flashed with a murderous red light, and his smile twisted as he spoke.

"Oh? Director Mo, you're so busy! Could you tell me who the MV collaborator is?"

Mo Zhen could smell the lemon fragrance coming from the phone screen.

His extraordinary wisdom told him that if he told the truth, something terrible would happen next.

However, adhering to the principle that a gentleman is open and honest while a petty person is always worried, Mo Zhen did not shy away from this potential great terror, but instead spoke frankly.

"Do you remember him? He's the rock singer I met in Bollywood last time."

"Although her rock music is rough, that raw vitality is exactly the texture that our movie theme song needs most!"

"It would be perfect to have her generate buzz and create some buzz during the long off-season for the movie."

What?! That white-haired female rock singer!

A bolt from the blue struck, and Homiga's image immediately appeared before Wanlong's eyes.

Seeing this energetic rock girl, Wanlong's face twisted in anger as she bit her sleeve hard, her eyes blazing with jealousy.

That damn white-haired guy, what's so great about him? His chest isn't as big as mine, his legs aren't as long as mine, and all he can do is play a few lousy guitar notes.
When my writing became a viral sensation, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere!
What's so good about that little brat?!
Does she even know what art is?!

Does she even know what true love is?!

A vulgar and frivolous woman only uses her cheap youth to seduce shallow men!
After unleashing a torrent of impotent rage in her mind towards Homiga, Wanlong began to comfort herself out of her inner fear.

Damn it, Director Mo is definitely not that kind of superficial man, he's different!
He must have thought that young girl was naive and easy to fool, and just used her as free labor!
Yes, that must be the case!

Just as Wanlong was trying to convince herself, a dark and deep whisper suddenly came to her ear.

[Oh, so sweet, poor woman... You know the truth in your heart, don't you...]

Men, they're all the same, they all like new...young...things that can give them excitement...

A boring old woman like you... he would have dumped you long ago...

He's just using you now, using your resources to make you suffer!

This terrifying yet realistic voice, like the whisper of a demon, drove Wanlong mad instantly!

"No! That's impossible! I don't believe it, I don't believe your nonsense!"

She looked around frantically, her heart filled with fear.

"You...who are you?!"

[Oh, poor woman, are you still running away? You should know very well who I am, you just don't want to admit it.]

Look closely into this mirror and see who's really in it...

Driven by this devilish voice, Wanlong tremblingly raised her head and looked at the mirror in front of her in the battle hall.

The woman in the mirror had a livid face and bloodshot eyes filled with endless resentment.

Dark flames burned on her long gothic dress, like a vengeful demon crawling out of hell!
Wanlong was so frightened that she screamed loudly.

"This...this isn't me! This isn't my mouth!! Who is this monster?!"

The woman in the mirror grinned maliciously and spoke, uttering a terrifying sound as if from the depths of the underworld.

[Hehe, I am you, the one who truly sees reality clearly, instead of being immersed in a dream!]

[I am the messenger of purgatory, I am the embodiment of madness, I am... the Pure Bull God of War!!!]

The moment she called out her real name, the stage of fate suddenly opened!

The spotlight's pale beam shone sharply onto the audience, illuminating Wanlong's panicked face.

From the darkness behind the stage curtain, that voice echoed once more.

[Hehe, didn't you say you believed that man? Well, now you'll see what a show this is all about!]

Swah——

The curtain rises.

On the stage, the white-haired woman was swaying her body coquettishly, radiating youthful energy.

"Oh yeah! Director Mo, I'm counting on you for the music video!"

The man in the red suit gave a wicked smile and readily agreed.

"Oh, my darling, you can rest assured. All I have to do is make a phone call and that idiot will have everything arranged. Hehehe."

"But... what if that woman finds out?"

The man's face showed disdain, and he said confidently.

"It's alright, let her find out! Doesn't she know what she is?"

"Even if she finds out, as long as I coax her a bit and say some nonsense about sacrificing oneself for art, she might even applaud us with a touched expression!"

The man and woman exchanged a glance, as if they could already see Wanlong's foolish behavior, and then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahaha—"

The stage was filled with laughter and cheers.

In the audience, Wanlong sat there all alone.

With her messy hair and vacant eyes, she looks exactly like a clown if you put on a red nose!
Tears of grief and humiliation streamed down her face as she muttered to herself, lost and dejected.

"Waaaaaah... I don't want to see... I don't want to see... Quack!!! I don't want to see ahh ...

However, the voice appeared again, whispering the devil.

[Oh my god... Look... This is what that man really looks like...]

What do your love and sacrifices mean to him?

He showers you with sweet words when he needs you, but can turn around and run off into someone even more tender...

[Sigh... Admit it, you've been dumped... Just like that night... You're just a pathetic joke...]

"Do not--!!!"

Wanlong let out a heart-wrenching wail in the theater, and that whisper completely ignited her!
Amidst Wanlong's heart-wrenching screams, the theater shook violently, and the set began to crumble.

Flames from hell erupted uncontrollably from her seven orifices and feet.

Black and red flames shot into the sky, instantly engulfing Mo Zhen and Homiga's illusions and turning the entire magnificent theater into a burning inferno!

In the flames of hell, the audience seats transformed into a new stage. Wanlong, this unfortunate woman repeatedly toyed with by fate and repeatedly hurt by her lover, knelt in the center of the stage, uttering a mournful lament!
"Why...why is this happening...what did I do wrong...why am I being tortured like this!"

Wanlong's voice, tinged with sobs, echoed faintly in the empty theater.

At this moment, she was exactly like a resentful woman who had been abandoned, radiating endless resentment.

"Why have I given everything, yet received not even a tiny bit of the love I want!"

"Why...men...are all the same...they all like new and young..."

"Then what am I? I'm just... just... a fucking clown!!!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes no longer empty, but burning with a fierce flame of resentment!

"Enough! I've had enough! From now on, I will never believe in love again!"

"I've finally realized that all the beautiful art and love were fake, just a dream I had!!!"

With her hysterical roar, the entire theater was engulfed in flames, bringing the play to its climax!

"Burn! My humiliation! Burn! My anger! Burn! This damned world that mocks me!!!"

Wanlong stood in the middle of the sea of ​​fire, like a witch offering herself up, her gothic skirt being swallowed by the flames, her long hair dancing wildly in the heat.

The phantom of the chandelier spirit appeared behind her, the lampshade shattered, and the candle flame transformed into a malevolent black-red flame of the same origin as her, emitting a silent shriek.

The extreme pain of being NTR'd, the fear of witnessing her lover cheat on her again, mixed with anger at her own powerlessness, acted like the strongest fuel, pushing her to break through her original bottleneck and reach a crazy and dangerous new realm!
At this moment, all she wanted was for this all-consuming flame to burn away all the despicable men and women in the world!

The entire theater was reduced to ashes in the raging fire, eventually coalescing into a crown that shone with a dazzling green light!

Her body was engulfed in the flames of hell; that naive, foolish, love-crazed woman was dead.

Now... is the time to be crowned king and reborn!

Wanlong accepted the emerald crown with both hands, her eyes burning with fierce flames that evaporated her tears. She then put the crown on herself and crowned herself!

"Hahahahahahahaha, that's right, I, Wanlong, am the most unfortunate woman in this world! I am the messenger of hell, I am the embodiment of madness, I am... the Pure Bull God of War!!!"

boom--

At this moment, Wanlong's primordial spirit completely returned to its rightful place, merging with the voice in the darkness, transforming into a true pure bull war god!

Strong, strong, strong! Powerful, powerful!
With the green hat on, the greenness surrounding Wanlong is fifty times stronger than ever before!
"Hmph... Hmph ahh ...

Sensing the terrifying energy emanating from Wanlong, Shinji, who had already stepped halfway out of the battle club, was struck by a terrifying impact and suddenly turned around to look at Wanlong!
The next moment, his Pokédex started beeping wildly, and all the data skyrocketed as if it had malfunctioned!
Shinji stared in disbelief and horror, speechless.

"How...how is this possible! Her combat power is still increasing!!!"

Indeed, in that very short moment, Shinji sensed the terrifying power emanating from Wanlong, who had been completely transformed and entered a new realm!

This is the second level of the Nine Oxen Power: the Pure Oxen Realm!
At this moment, Shinji felt his adrenaline surging, and an uncontrollable mix of excitement and fear was raging within him!
"Wow...what terrifying power! This guy...is definitely an unpredictable factor that wasn't part of the plan!"

"It seems I must report this to that lord in person!"

Hoenn, Kanaz City, Devon Building.

The blue-haired man, dressed in an expensive suit, had a look of extraordinary wisdom in his eyes as he caressed the mysterious gemstone on his ring.

[Oh? You've discovered a highly promising Trainer in Unova, which might interfere with our plans?]

【Excellent, you did a great job! Our grand plan cannot tolerate any accidents!】

[Then... let's add this lovely writer to the [Special Forces] list and give her special attention!]

Swah——

On the screen in front of me, all sorts of avatars appeared.

There was an indigenous chief with messy, orange-red hair.

There was a green-haired young man with an indifferent expression.

There was an elderly man with white hair wearing overalls.

There was a blonde, flat-chested girl in her pajamas at the airport...

Below each photo is detailed information, marking all the information about each person.

A moment later, a photo of a gothic girl wearing red-rimmed glasses appeared on the screen.

Gently stroking the mysterious mineral on the ring, the blue-haired youth gazed at Wanlong's intelligence report, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

[Go, employee number 114514, gather more information on the powerful members of the Alliance. West Devon Corporation needs your contribution for our grand plan!]

Upon hearing the words "Grand Plan," Shinji's eyes lit up with loyalty, and he replied respectfully.

"Yes!"

[Hahahaha, three, two, one, let's take off!!!]

Seeing Xiao Mengzi suddenly become so big, Mo Zhen knew without guessing that some mysterious dream energy must have arrived.

Right now, I can hear Wanlong's earth-shattering battle cry erupting from the other end of the phone.

He already knew where this sudden influx of dreamlike energy came from.

"Wow, this even has dream energy to absorb? That's incredible! It seems that the girl with glasses has some unique potential that can be unleashed. This is getting interesting..."

In the blink of an eye, a special growth plan for Wanlong to become a superstar had been finalized in Mo Zhen's mind.

However, he had more important work to do right now, so Mo Zhen immediately switched to "good man" mode, putting on a loyal and family-oriented act.

"What's wrong, Miss Wanlong? Did something happen to you? Listen to me, actually, shooting the music video for Homiga was just a preview for our movie. It's all for our movie; that's my real work, and you are the true soul producer of this film. As for her... she's just a touchstone, a scrap we'll discard after we've used her. The glory when the movie is released is the real fruit we want to share, and I don't want to let down every bit of effort and expectation you've put into it."

what? !

At this moment, Wanlong, who was originally trapped in the hell of pure bull and completely insane, seemed to be bathed in sweet rain.

The madness in her heart quickly subsided, and a blissful, sweet smile appeared on her face.

I...our movie...

A true labor of love...

I can't let my efforts go to waste!
really……

He has me in his heart!!!
In the blink of an eye, Wanlong had transformed from a resentful woman in a hellish theater into a poet full of hope.

From today onward, be a happy woman.

Feeding horses, chopping wood, and traveling the world.

Starting today, let's pay attention to food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea, where spring is warm and flowers bloom.

boom--

In an instant, Wanlong faced the sea, swept away by a massive torrent of happiness, and her consciousness soared into the sky on a rocket, ascending to the Wooden Bead Immortal Realm!
She lay on the ground, kicking her legs wildly, and screamed loudly and recklessly in the battle club.

"Director Mo, come on, come on! Just tell me what resources you need, and I'll prepare them for you right away!"

"With our top-notch production and marketing, combined with your talent, we guarantee a blockbuster music video!"

Perfectly controlled.

The great Director Mo was like a top human trainer, easily taming Wanlong and adding it to his team, controlling it with ease.

Give her a little sunshine and she will shine.

Give her a little flood and she'll overflow.

If you have the determination to conquer everything, why does your next spirit have to be a spirit?

Having won over Wanlong, this sucker, and gotten her to use her skill [Money Power], Mo Zhen's mobility became terrifying.

In less than a day, a music video shooting team was assembled, consisting of his own directing, the core members of the "Poison Smoke Team" starring, handsome men temporarily conscripted to do odd jobs, and industry professionals hired by Wanlong at great expense.

Soon, Universe will witness one of the most significant milestones in music history...

(End of this chapter)