An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 74 The Crimson King
As the conference concluded, the crowd dispersed like a receding tide.

Carbin rubbed his temples, which were still throbbing slightly. The rain on the overpass and the oppressive aura of the one-eyed god seemed to still be replaying in his mind.

"Boss."

Thomson leaned closer, his face showing a mixture of curiosity about the BOSS's instructions, and he lowered his voice.

"Yo, just now... the boss really called in person?"

As a member who joined the Quick Guns team later, Thompson had never met the Boss, nor had he ever heard of the Boss contacting anyone.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed the BOSS communicating with the team members.

"Ah."

Carbin paused for a moment, his voice becoming somewhat unsteady.

"OMG! I thought the BOSS was just an urban legend. By the way, have you actually seen the BOSS?"

Thomson's questioning was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, the ripples pulling Carbin back into fragments of almost forgotten time.

Her gaze unconsciously swept over the pile of garbage at the edge of the square, where several small lataurs darted past.

If I gave you power, what would you do?

In my memory, a ragged girl collapsed beside a pile of garbage, while several Rattatas that were fighting with her for scraps of food were suppressed by an invisible force and unable to move.

The red-haired boy descended like a god, picking her up from the fate of countless lowly people in this era.

You asked me what I wanted, and I wanted... a new order.

Perhaps it was because so much time had passed, but now Cabin had forgotten the pain of hunger and cold, and could not recall what the boy's face looked like.

But that red hair still burned like fire in her memory...

……

On a bustling street in Liyong City, the afterglow of the setting sun casts long shadows of the buildings.

A red-haired boy mingled in the crowd, walking with ease.

He had just put away an old-fashioned phone; the screen seemed to retain the message of a call ending before it went out.

However, the men rushing by, the housewives carrying shopping bags, the children chasing and playing, and even the long-haired dogs being led by their trainers... all living things seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier.

Their gazes pierced through him, their footsteps bypassed the blank space he left behind, as if he were merely an insignificant speck of noise in the street scene, a non-existent ghost.

In the boy's eyes, a nearly transparent blue light flickered slightly.

Deep within his pupils, the scene was clearly reflected: by the fountain in the square, Mo Zhen was looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking on with endless emotion; while floating above Mo Zhen's head, the round little Mengzi was spinning around like a drunkard, making incomprehensible humming noises.

In that instant, the floating pink pig froze!
What... what's going on? Is someone watching me?!

With superpowered blue light gathering in her eyes, Xiaomengzi's gaze traversed several blocks, ignoring the obstruction of reinforced concrete, and looked toward the figure that did not exist in the crowd.

The red-haired boy seemed to sense the gaze that seemed to transcend space. He didn't turn around, but merely twitched the corners of his mouth upwards in an extremely subtle way.

The next moment, the small area where the red-haired boy stood looked as if a frame had been precisely cut from a film reel.

There were no special lighting effects, no ripples of spatial distortion, and no afterimages of disappearance.

Just a moment ago, he was still there, his eyes reflecting the image of Mo Zhen and Xiao Mengzi, a faint smile on his lips.

The next moment, the space was empty, as if he had never been there.

The pedestrians continued to walk past the empty space, ignoring it. The evening breeze swirled up a fallen leaf, which landed in the spot where he had just stood.

Only the deep blue light piercing through space in Xiaomengzi's eyes shone futilely on the deserted street corner, like a searchlight sweeping across nothingness. The blue light in its eyes flickered a few times, and its small pink body twisted uneasily in the air.

【Lord Mo Zhen, it seems like someone just now…】

Snapped!
Just as Xiaomengzi was about to tell Mozhen what had just happened, a vine whip lashed out at the fountain next to Mozhen...

The interlude with the Snivy interrupted Yumeko's prompt.

Is it just my imagination? No one in this world could possibly see me, unless…

The grand show has ended, the music has stopped, and the audience has dispersed.

On the way back to the apartment, Mo Zhen, who had caused a scene, still maintained the relaxed demeanor typical of an artist.

His good homie, Yumeko, was completely different; her face was full of worry.

【Lord Mo Zhen, forgive my boldness, but weren't we a bit too flamboyant today? I feel like your female boss has a problem with you, and that Quixote from the Plasma Team doesn't seem like a good guy either. Plus, I have a bad feeling that we're being watched... Have we really narrowed our path by doing this? Oh my god!】

Before Xiaomengzi could finish speaking, Mozhen suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and delivered a [Spirit Infusion Fist] with swift and precise movements, causing Mengzi to scream in pain.

"Did you narrow the road?"

Mo Zhen's lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes filled with disdain.

"I don't think you know anything! Don't you know that intense conflicts and contradictions are the driving force behind the plot?"

As he spoke, he bent down and patted Xiaomengzi's head. The gesture seemed affectionate, but it carried an undeniable force.

"Remember, only complete chaos can change the existing order and structure. If you had just stayed put and acted like a turtle, you would probably be at West Devon Corporation right now, using telekinesis to build a railway with me!"

What the elders say is true... but the problem is, we've offended so many people, what if others come after us?

Mo Zhen suddenly stepped on Xiao Mengzi's head, his face beaming and his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Don't worry, we're not exactly good people either. There's an old saying in the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom: 'We welcome friends with good wine, but we have bullets for enemies!' All enemies are paper tigers. Anyone who dares to come looking for us, we'll just use an atomic bomb on them!"

Xiao Mengzi, who had been "trampled by a horse and kicked by a swallow" by Mo Zhen, murmured under the opponent's Chelsea.

"What the adults are saying is true... but the question is... where did we get our atomic bombs?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen's eyes flashed with a look of disappointment, as if he were beyond redemption. He raised his golden right foot and unleashed a twelve-yard nuclear blast at Xiao Mengzi.

"Foolish! Of course we'll build it ourselves! Do you expect the enemy to deliver it to us?"

Xiao Mengzi took off instantly, howling and screaming in the air.

【Aa ...

With a professional-looking stop with his left leg, Mo Zhen caught Xiao Mengzi in mid-air, much to Mo Zhen's dismay.

"Seriously, so your intelligence is only fit to be my hard-working slave! Alright, seeing how much you've enjoyed yourself today, it's time to give me some gold coins! Tonight, you can watch how I build an atomic bomb!"

In the evening, Xiao Huolong sat cross-legged outside the room, circulating his profound energy alone.

Feeling the lingering pain from the vine whip on its back, it couldn't help but drift into a fantasy.

The sensation of being whipped by the rattan whip felt like opening the door to a new world, making it linger and reluctant to leave.

"Oh--"

Filled with unrealistic fantasies, Xiao Huolong drifted off to sleep once more...

(End of this chapter)