An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 95 Time to wake up from the dream
Liyong City, Xiacheng District, Hanging House.

After a day of training, Gongping dragged his exhausted body and collapsed heavily onto the cold, hard wooden bed.

The experiences of the past few days are playing out in my mind like a movie, and I am still immersed in a dreamlike feeling.

In just a few days, his life trajectory was suddenly reversed as if by an invisible giant hand, undergoing earth-shattering changes.

From a huddled rat in a dark, wall-mounted room, struggling for a bite to eat every day and constantly on the verge of death on the street, he has transformed into an ambitious and energetic Pokémon trainer.

This shift in identity is not merely external, but a complete reshaping of one's inner world.

Whenever he thinks about all these changes, Gongping involuntarily sees the image of a savior who descended from the sky.

“Mr. Mo Zhen, he is truly an incredible person…”

They lay flat on the wooden plank bed, staring at the peeling ceiling and muttering to themselves, their eyes shining with awe and gratitude.

"If it weren't for him, I might be lying dead in the street that day. He helped me and saved me time and time again. How can someone as insignificant as me ever repay such a great kindness..."

With a sigh, Gong Ping shook his head helplessly, a hint of inferiority and powerlessness showing between his brows.

Even now, he doesn't feel that he can be of any use to that person.

That gap was like the sun in the sky and a mouse on the ground, seemingly insurmountable.

The only thing I can do is train hard and not let them down.

Hehe, thinking about training, Gongping subconsciously pulled out his second-hand phone with a cracked screen.

Looking at the empty live stream room on his phone screen, a hint of disappointment flashed in Gong Ping's eyes, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly involuntarily.

"Miss Liuli isn't livestreaming today. She should be livestreaming at this time every day..."

Gong Ping muttered to himself, his voice filled with barely concealed disappointment.

However, Gongping quickly calmed down. In his mind, Miss Liuli was such a perfect person that something important must have delayed her.

What is Miss Ruri doing right now?

Gongping closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift far away, entering a state of fantasy...

(The following content is purely fictional; all illogical content is entirely the product of Gong Ping's rich imagination.)
In his fantasy, Miss Ruri was in a spacious and bright luxury apartment.

That was the most luxurious residential area in the upper district of Liyong City, a world apart from his wall-mounted house.

Miss Liuli had just finished an important commercial shoot. She gently took off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the soft wool carpet.

As she casually hung her coat on the hanger and headed towards the bathroom, Ms. Ruri picked up her phone from the coffee table and lightly swiped her finger across the screen.

A sly smile flickered in her crystal-clear eyes.

[No livestream today, giving the fans a break. I wonder if that little guy named Gongping came to wait for me today? He's improved a lot in his training lately, he's such an interesting trainer.]

Miss Liuli entered the bathroom and gently closed the door.

The sound of water filled the air, and the misty steam quickly permeated the entire space.

That Gongping, though he seems a bit clumsy, has a rare kind of persistence and purity in his eyes. Unlike those who only know how to use sweet words, his eyes can't hide any secrets; they're as easy to read as an open book.

After taking a bath, Miss Liuli, wrapped in a bath towel, sat in front of the dressing table.

In the mirror, her skin was as white as snow, and her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush from the heat, making her even more beautiful.

She picked up her phone, hesitated for a moment, and then opened her list of private messages to fans.

Should we send him a message?

Miss Liuli bit her lower lip lightly, a sly glint in her eyes.

He'll be so excited he won't know what to do when he sees my private message, right? I really want to see his expression then.

Thinking of this, Miss Liuli couldn't help but chuckle softly, her smile like a spring breeze rippling across a lake.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the screen, editing a short message.

That's fine, let's give him a little surprise.

Miss Liuli nodded in satisfaction and pressed the send button...

"Um...oh..."

Imagining Ruri's daily life displaying her beautiful body and the scenes of her sending him private messages, Kōhei, lying on the wooden bed, couldn't help but hum softly.

"Miss Liuli, Miss Liuli! Hmphh ...

As I kept imagining Miss Ruri's elegant demeanor, lively smile, and melodious voice, my thoughts and body couldn't help but get excited.

Ah...ah...ah!!! If only I were a squirm!

That way I can stay by Miss Ruri's side forever. That would be so wonderful. If this dream could come true someday, I would gladly die for it...

Ding-dong-

Just as Gongping was lost in a deeply repressed fantasy, a private message popped up on his phone.

The sudden notification sound caused a hint of doubt to flash in Gong Ping's eyes.

As a sewer rat, he had no friends except for the water otter Ah Shui, and no one would send him messages.

This sense of social isolation has become the norm in his life.

Could it be a message from Mr. Mo Zhen?
Yes, in Gong Ping's mind, the only person in the world who could contact him using electronic devices was probably the mysterious Mr. Mo Zhen.

However, when he unlocked his phone with trembling fingers, his heart skipped a beat, as if an electric current had shot from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Looking at the familiar avatar flashing in the chat interface, Gongping could hardly believe his eyes!

"Miss Ruri... Ruri actually sent me a private message?!"

The scene from my imagination has become reality.

After a moment of mental blankness, Gongping immediately wanted to slap himself hard to prove whether this was just an overly beautiful dream.

But as he raised his left hand high, Gongping's right hand suddenly awakened its independent consciousness and gripped his left wrist like an iron clamp.

"No, no, no, if this is a dream, then let me stay immersed in this fantasy. I don't want to wake up. If such a wonderful dream exists in this world, I... I don't want to wake up!"

His chest heaved violently like a bellows as Gong Ping strained to open his mouth wide and gasp for air to ensure his brain was getting enough oxygen for its intense activity.

Inside the simple wall-mounted room, the heavy breathing continued for a full three minutes before gradually subsiding.

As if unveiling something sacred, Gongping carefully extended his slightly trembling fingers and, with an almost reverent attitude, gently opened the message that Miss Liuli had sent him.

[I hope you like this gift!]

"Ho-"

This brief message struck Gong Ping like a lightning bolt, leaving him breathless, his vision went black, and he collapsed straight down!

The wooden bed groaned under the weight, and in that instant of collapse, his entire past life flashed through Gongping's mind like a revolving lantern.

My life has been filled with painful trials and tribulations; hunger, cold, loneliness, and fear have been my constant companions.

But it's okay, it was all worth it.

The happiness of this moment is enough to make up for all the suffering of the past.

In United States, many people follow the religion of Arceus.

According to doctrine, people are born into the world with sin.

Everyone must endure suffering to redeem their sins in order to enter the dreamlike paradise after death and receive the glory of the creator god Arceus.

Gong Ping once scoffed at this religion that taught people to endure hardship.

He doesn't believe in so-called salvation and blessings at all.

Now, the instant he received Miss Liuli's private message, he has transformed into a devout follower of the Alpaca Cult.

Gong Ping was now certain that he had used half a lifetime of suffering to wash away his sins.

Now, my soul has entered a true dream paradise, a paradise where Miss Ruri exists!

It took Gong Ping a full five minutes to gradually return from his dreamlike state to his phone screen. When he saw the 1TB compressed video file in the chat box, only four words exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt.

Private! Custom-made!
These four words echoed in his mind, like a heavy hammer blow that shattered the moral dam he had built up over a long period of time.

Personalized customization is something that exists only in legends, a sacred object that countless fans dream of but can never reach.

Legend has it that the female anchor would film extremely private videos in return for those who truly gave her tremendous support.

This kind of treatment is only available to those who hold the highest positions on the gift list.

And now, such a sacred object has actually appeared in the hands of a lowly, insignificant rat.

Oh my god!
Just imagining the content of the video made Gongping unable to contain himself and start roaring.

However, at that very moment, the voice that had been suppressed deep within Gongping's heart suddenly rang out.

"No! This is so disrespectful to Miss Liuli!"

Miss Liuli, how can this be allowed? How can this be allowed!

Gong Ping's hands trembled slightly, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

His eyes held both fervent longing and deep self-reproach and shame.

Why...why did you bestow such a gift upon me!

"I don't deserve it... I really don't deserve it..."

Gongping muttered to himself, his voice filled with self-loathing.

I... I'm content as long as I can be your spotlight!

Could it be that... you've actually been secretly watching me all along?!

An even bolder idea arose in Gong Ping's mind, filling him with both fear and excitement.

Even...even with me...! Interests!
"Hmph... Hmph ahh ...

The mere thought of this terrifying possibility caused every cell in Gongping to lose control.

At that moment, Gong Ping resolutely gripped the gun in his hand!

His eyes gleamed with an almost religious fervor and determination, as if he were about to embark on a sacred journey.

"Come on! Come on all of you! Today, I, Gongping, will give everything for Miss Liuli without any regrets! Let me fight this final battle that I have no choice but to fight!"

Gripping his gun tightly, Gong Ping was already prepared to die on the battlefield!
"It was all worth it, it was all worth it..."

Gongping kept repeating this phrase in his heart, like a believer's final prayer.

He already had a premonition that today might be his death day.

He will die the moment the gunfire stops.

That intense premonition was like an invisible hand, gripping his heart tightly, filling him with both fear and excitement.

As a true man, to give his life for the one he loved most, Gong Ping died a worthy death without regret!
"Miss Liuli, I'm here!"

In an instant, a strong telepathic connection jolted Ah Shui awake, giving him an unprecedented sense of destiny.

Ah Shui instinctively took a step back, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

It had never seen Gongping show such an expression before—a strange look that was somewhere between joy and madness, as if his soul was being torn apart.

It could already sense from Gong Ping's fearless expression that what it was about to face was bound to be an earth-shattering battle!

Ah Shui couldn't help but shiver, yet she stood loyally by Gong Ping's side, ready to face this unknown battle together.

With the bullet loaded and the steel gun at his side, Gong Ping resolutely opened the compressed file, displaying a resolute determination to face death.

The moment the video started playing, Gongping's pupils contracted sharply, as if an invisible blade had pierced his heart.

His breathing froze, his blood froze in his veins, and the whole world seemed to collapse in an instant.

That was Miss Liuli—his goddess, the anchor of his soul, the meaning of his life—being embraced by a strange man. Her face, which he had kissed countless times in his dreams, was now twisted into an expression he had never seen before.

No, it can't be, this can't be true...

Gongping's brain refused to accept the scene before him; a strong sense of denial washed over him like a tidal wave.

Pah, pah, pah, pah—

He went mad, slapping his own cheeks with all his might, trying to wake up from this all-too-real hell.

"Wake up, wake the hell up right now!!!"

But reality is crueler than nightmares.

The Miss Liuli in the video, the noble and pure lotus in his heart, is now like a trampled flower, moving from one man to another to please multiple men.

There was no pain or humiliation in her eyes, only an almost numb enjoyment.

"Boom!"

The glass statue in his heart, built with all his faith and imagination, collapsed completely amidst these howls!

"No...no...this isn't Miss Ruri...this can't be her...ahh ...

He was incoherent, his voice trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by a monstrous sense of betrayal that instantly engulfed him.

"Why...why do you do this to me..."

Gong Ping's voice trembled, and tears no longer flowed, but gushed from his eyes like a high-pressure water jet!

"Quack!!! Miss Ruri... I... I really love you so much... Why... Why!!!"

At that moment, a devastating background music suddenly erupted!

You simply don't understand how to love me.

[Thank you for enduring punishment and making sacrifices for me day and night.]

How much regret do you have about the calculation results?

However, Miss Liuli in the video was completely unaware of his pain, indulging in pleasure, her distorted face seeming to be the most vicious mockery of all his piety and humility.

At that moment, something deep within Gongping's heart shattered completely.

That was his last beautiful illusion about the world, the only light in his dark life, and the only reason he could keep living.

"Aa ...

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from deep within Gong Ping's throat, a sound filled with endless pain, despair, anger, and betrayal.

At this moment, the soul and body seemed to be completely separated.

Despite his consciousness plunging into the abyss of despair and his hatred for everything on the screen, Gong Ping's gun continued to fire wildly and uncontrollably, as if he wanted to empty every last bullet from the magazine.

Each time the trigger was pulled, it felt like saying goodbye to a dream that had collapsed, and to the Miss Liuli who no longer existed.

Fire! Fire! Fire!
Amidst the intense roar of gunfire, Gong Ping's eyes had completely lost focus; his pupils dilated like two black holes, swallowing all light.

As the last bullet was fired, Gongping felt an unprecedented emptiness and exhaustion.

It was not just physical exhaustion, but also spiritual depletion.

His heart was like a burnt-out ruin, with only ashes and lingering smoke remaining.

It burned out; nothing was left but pure white ash...

The dreams, hopes, and loves that once sustained him have all turned to white ashes and scattered with the wind.

The gun he had been gripping slipped limply from his hand, and Gong Ping collapsed to the ground, lifeless, everything going dark...

Yes, Gong Ping had a premonition that he would die the moment the gunfire stopped.

However, the place where he died was not a dreamlike paradise, but a real hell...

(End of this chapter)