Chapter 130: Pikachu’s Parallel World Theory
It’s not chatting, just mutually refuting each other.
Lilia tried to explain, but it seemed she couldn’t deny that the two had already talked for quite a long time.
The face that had some warmth instantly cooled down.
As the next Family Head of the Alsteria Family, she was very skilled at managing facial expressions.
Lilia regained the posture a morning run goddess should have, “I don’t hate the story, thank you. A good story can’t change the family rules. The lake at the end of this small road from the castle—if you can run there before eight o’clock, I’ll have the butler save you a breakfast. If not, then wait until noon.”
“Don’t worry about the lake at the end of the small road; it’s absolutely a sight ordinary people haven’t seen. It’s a place where effort is directly proportional to surprise.”
After throwing out this sentence, Lilia continued running forward. She hoped these words would have the same effect in Zuo Hang’s heart as “Silas’s story” had in hers.
As long as it aroused this man’s curiosity, Lilia would succeed.
“A sight ordinary people haven’t seen?” Zuo Hang muttered softly under his breath.
He really wasn’t interested in sights ordinary people hadn’t seen. For someone who had run all over several worlds, a landscape that could surprise him had to exceed human cognition in some way.
He wasn’t interested in the scenery, but he did learn the intel that “there’s a lake at the end of the castle’s small road.”
With a destination as a goal, Li Dong’s body seemed to have a bit more hope to keep running.
“Pikachu! Let’s continue!” Zuo Hang said to the Pikachu behind him.
He stood up, wiped the sweat from his head, and started running again.
“Pika!” The Electric Mouse raised its little paws, cooperating with Zuo Hang to make a very hot-blooded pose.
‘Less than ten kilometers run, and I don’t know what there’s to be hot-blooded about.’
Pikachu thought to itself.
Its short legs took two steps, then it hopped onto Zuo Hang’s shoulder.
Weight training is also very necessary.
Twenty minutes later.
“Huff~ huff~”
Zuo Hang had advanced an unknown distance by running and walking, which was already overkill training for Li Dong.
It’s simply unrealistic to make a dropout deadbeat otaku who stays home run continuously for half an hour.
Zuo Hang touched his belly, which had a lot of excess fat that once didn’t exist but now did. He suddenly looked back and could still clearly see the castle’s outline. Conservatively estimating, the twenty minutes of running behind probably didn’t even cover five kilometers.
He glanced at his mobile phone.
Seven ten.
There were 50 minutes left until the time when the Alsteria Family’s man could eat breakfast.
He couldn’t see the lake ahead at all.
Zuo Hang sighed lightly.
He continued taking heavy steps.
Human limits come from somewhere to surpass; the lower the baseline of the body, the easier it is to surpass.
Half an hour later.
Zuo Hang felt his steps become much lighter. He had barely entered a running state.
There was still no shadow of the lake ahead, but the castle’s outline behind him was no longer visible.
“Pika! Pikachu!!” The Pikachu on his shoulder cheered Zuo Hang on.
This speed looked like a turtle crawl in its eyes, but for some reason, he felt his originally unignitable body suddenly ignite—maybe because it had been too long since seeing Zuo Hang so hardworking.
Ever since Hang Hang entered the White Dragon, he had erased morning runs from his daily exercise routine and become a slacker.
The last time he was out of breath from running was who knows how long ago.
“Pika~ Pika~~”
The Electric Mouse’s eye corner suddenly got wet; his youth was back!
“Pika! Pika!!”
It vigorously waved its short arms, cheering Zuo Hang on from his shoulder.
This scene that might look hot-blooded to outsiders was actually useless to Zuo Hang; it only made him feel a bit off-balance, and his right shoulder got heavier.
Another half hour passed.
Zuo Hang still hadn’t seen the lake Lilia mentioned.
The air around his body had become a bit humid, proving Lilia wasn’t lying—there really was a lake hidden at the end of this nearly disappeared small road.
“—Huff~~~~~”
A heavy pant from half-kneeling on the ground.
Zuo Hang’s whole body was soaked in sweat, and his legs felt numb.
After surpassing his limits and persisting for thirty minutes, if he continued, this body might suffer irreparable permanent damage.
Zuo Hang lay flat on the ground, then flipped over. His heavy panting gradually became rapid, and a fire seemed to burn deep in his throat. The humid air couldn’t relieve the dryness in his throat.
“Pika~” The Electric Mouse sniffed, as if smelling some scent.
“Pikachu!!” The Electric Mouse pointed at a tree above Zuo Hang’s head.
It looked a bit like the Old Wutong Tree from the original world, but the tree crown was bigger, and
In Zuo Hang’s posture lying flat on the ground, he could just see the purple berries on the tree.
Very large, not very round, rough surface, a bit like Devil Fruits—one look and you know it’s not something edible.
“Things Pokémon can eat, humans might not be able to. And are you sure this berry is edible for Pokémon?” Zuo Hang laboriously lifted a finger, pointing at the fruit tree above his head.
“Pika!” The Electric Mouse nodded exceptionally affirmatively.
It ran forward a few steps, using its short legs to gain leverage on the tree, and Pikachu easily jumped onto the fruit tree.
A spark of electric current from its cheeks hit the connection between the berry and the branch, and the purple berry fell downward in accordance with physics.
Pikachu activated Electric Terrain, its body turning into a thread of electric current, catching the berry the instant it landed.
“Pika.” Pikachu landed beside Zuo Hang holding the berry.
“Ah woo~” The Electric Mouse bit into the berry without thinking.
“Munch~ munch~!”
“Munch~”
It tasted like a pitahaya without skin.
“Burp~~~”
This berry seemed very filling; Pikachu burped.
“Pika! （Look, this berry is edible, right?）” Pikachu said.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t edible. I said what you can eat, I might not be able to.” Zuo Hang sighed.
Long ago, he felt his own kid wasn’t too smart; Electric-type Pokémon like the Electric Mouse seemed to have all their intelligence allocated to charm （cuteness）.
“Pika?!!” Pikachu made a strange cry that Zuo Hang didn’t understand.
He was lying down now; even tilting his neck was difficult, so he couldn’t see Pikachu’s condition.
The Electric Mouse felt a slight headache; this berry seemed a bit intoxicating.
After the slight pain, a sudden intense pain hit, “Pika pi~~!!” Pikachu wailed, closing its eyes, clutching its head, as if its mental world was simultaneously enduring Dream Eater from dozens of SSS-level Psychic-type Pokémon.
“Pikachu!” Hearing the Electric Mouse’s wail, Zuo Hang forcibly overcame his fatigue and tilted his head. Pikachu’s pain seemed to end just then; it opened its eyes, and a pair of arrogant pupils that shouldn’t be on a Pikachu were staring at Zuo Hang’s brown heterochromia eyes. Pure black electric current flowed over Pikachu’s body.
Pale and dark gold lightning successively appeared; the newborn Pride met two natives, and the black electric current immediately became restless.
（ps: Head doesn’t hurt, stomach does; stomach doesn’t hurt, head does. Went to the comic hall this afternoon, originally wanted cupping, but the master masseur said the bone on the right side of my neck is protruding a bit, sounded serious, and my waist and right arm aren’t great either—seems like a common issue for long-sitters. The comic hall master’s technique is good, fifty bucks, pushed all over and felt completely refreshed~~）
Today a level 20 junior student came, Korean server Grandmaster, queue teammates are 369, one in LDL, another playing CF, got runner-up national sniper god; I was directly shocked.
