Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 310 No Opponents

"A pure suit, I've won!" The Megalomon leader pushed over the tiles in front of him, his face beaming with joy.

"Brother, are you cheating? Last time you had the best player, the last time you had the best player, and this time you have a pure suit? Are we even playing the same game?" Yao Gang covered his face. This was the first time in his life that he had been beaten up by his own brother while playing a game.

"Exactly, Dad, you've gone too far! I have absolutely no gaming experience." Xiao Tie nodded in agreement. Although he didn't know where he was, he figured he might as well play for a while.

He also formally recognized a relative; his uncle has now returned to his ancestral home. Unfortunately, his father still needs to make some adjustments regarding the clan, since his uncle seems to have had quite a significant impact.

After learning the whole story, Xiao Tie didn't blame Yao Gang. It was fate, and sometimes you just have to accept it. At least Xiao Tie's mother still had the option to let Xiao Tie defy fate. Yao Gang didn't have the same way back then.

At least he had seen the help Yao Gang had given him.

"No, is nobody speaking up for me? You guys have at least won a few games in over ten rounds, but I haven't won a single game except for one where I won by drawing the winning tile at the start!" Lucario was quite upset. How did he end up playing mahjong with three guys who had four heads?

This is self-inflicted humiliation!

"But speaking of which, we've been dragged here by Dad to play cards all day. What are we even doing here?" Xiao Tie asked while picking up cards.

It's great to be in a dream. The cards are automatically shuffled after the game is over. With all four of us thinking together, there's no fear of cheating. Any strange ideas will be detected, ensuring an absolutely fair and just game of cards.

“I don’t know, but the God of Dreams and the God of Nightmare asked us if we wanted to be your trial subjects, and we both refused. In every sense, we will not fight you.” Yao Gang said, tossing out a whiteboard.

"Bang!" Lucario charged in headfirst. To him, this was a game of pure luck, and he couldn't beat them at all. "But then again, when we left, another golden guy was called over."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Tie and the others stopped what they were doing and looked at Lucario together.

"Why are you looking at me? Go get a card!" Lucario scratched his head. What's wrong? Did he say something?

"No? Dude! You saw it and why didn't you say so sooner!" The Metagross leader was completely dumbfounded.

"Didn't you see it?" Lucario looked at Obsidian again. "You didn't see it either??"

"My brother and I are in a hurry to see our nephew, we don't have time to care if anyone else is coming or not." Yao Gang tilted his head, as if to say, "Are you waiting here?" "Never mind, you should at least remember what he looks like, right?"

"Oh, let me think." Lucario put down the cards in his hand. "They're all a bit blurry, a little hard to remember..."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up! They pointed directly at Xiao Tie's back!

"Yes! That's him!"

The scene fell silent...

"No... Dude? Are you out of your mind?" Yao Gang had never been so speechless in his life!

This damn dangerous person is already right next to me!

However, Xiao Tie didn't feel any sense of danger.

"Iron! Do you remember me? I have returned with the power of the two gods!"

The newcomer stood on his feet and spoke in the exact same voice as Little Iron, leaving the Metagross leader and his companions completely bewildered.

"Wait, buddy, your size shouldn't be like this, but how come your voice sounds just like my son's?" The Metagross leader flipped the card table over and looked the golden figure up and down.

"Dad, my martial arts consciousness is just like my voice, of course. And stop looking, martial arts consciousness doesn't have a face." Xiao Tie pulled away the Megalomon leader and looked at the martial arts consciousness that was twice his size.

"So... you don't have a body, right? How can you fight me?" Xiao Tie's thinking was simple: fight, he could always win in a dream anyway.

"Quite the opposite! Iron! It's simpler than we thought! All I need to do is get you to a certain level!" The martial arts consciousness has always referred to itself as "us."

"To some extent?" Xiao Tie didn't care at all about this way of talking to himself, after all, this thing might just be a conscious feeling, which was ultimately himself.

"This is a dream woven by the God of Dreams and the God of Nightmares, and because of Zekrom's power, the power gained in the dream will be realized in the real world!"

“What our companions have to do is overcome things and prove themselves, but our path is too steadfast, and we don’t have much confusion to begin with, so the two gods changed the way they tested us.”

"In other words! What we need to do is become so strong that it's unattainable. As long as we become stronger, strong enough to meet their standards, we can complete the trial."

As the martial arts consciousness spoke, the card table in front of him had become a training tool.

"Wait! Dude! Is it really that good? Doesn't that mean the ceiling only depends on imagination?" Lucario thought about it and realized that it was all benefits and no drawbacks!

"So how should we proceed? Is becoming stronger the only goal?" Xiao Tie said, his martial arts consciousness re-entering his body.

"No way! Dude! Level up to 80! Magnetic field rotation of 800,000 horsepower! What the hell is Golden Cyclone Stage Four?! Do you want me to reach the maximum level?!" Xiao Tie immediately knew the next target.

"Wait! Dude! What is this 'Sun Body Training' thing?! It'll kill you! Why do I have to train for Destructive Factors too?! I don't have superpowers!"

This episode is the least like a typical buddy episode; they've each said it several times today.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the alternate dimension, Qi Hao and his elves lay sprawled on the ground.

But there was an unexpected twist.

Arren, an elf, sat there bewildered, while Cresselia, the goddess of dreams, and Darkrai, the goddess of nightmares, stood in the distance.

"Um... are they asleep? Wasn't it supposed to be a trial?" Aren asked politely.

"Why don't you stay with your trainer for now? His dream has turned into a nightmare, and he might need your help." Darkrai couldn't put on airs because of A-Ren's politeness.

Aren nodded obediently and did as instructed.

The two gods then exchanged a glance.

This isn't right!

Azure Flame Blade Demon's characteristic isn't insomnia, so why isn't it asleep?

"Did you notice that the human's opposite didn't come to see us at all?" Cresselia asked. This was the first time she had ever seen something like this. It appeared completely spontaneously, like what humans call a demon, but they knew very well that such a thing didn't exist.

"Let's wait and see," Darkrai said helplessly. After all, it would be strange if the candidates for the Ideal Hero were normal.