boyutpedia Chapter 434 When Fate Has Uttered Its Throat
Chapter 434 When Fate Has Uttered Its Throat
Chapter 436 When Fate Has Uttered Its Throat
Perhaps no one in the world understands the fact that "he is not a hero" better than Hachiku.
Just as a con artist knows best that his so-called "project" is a scam, it is precisely because Hachku always plays a hero on screen that he is so clearly aware that he is a complete imposter.
I am not an all-powerful knight-errant, but just a martial arts actor who is suspended by wires, swings his fists, sometimes performs acrobatics, and sometimes looks cool in front of the camera.
Compared to the characters in those stories, he neither saved the world nor made any contribution to social justice. Even though he received some acclaim among fans, all he did was perform in front of the camera according to a pre-arranged script and choreography, cooperating with the actors dressed as villains. After the director waved the clapperboard to announce the end of filming for the day, he would once again be arm in arm with the "enemies" who had taken off their costumes, chatting enthusiastically about everyday matters before heading off for drinks.
Hatchku knew he couldn't do the kind of thing that was full of love and dreams.
He had carelessly botched performances, been driven to the brink of collapse by unpredictable character designs, and even broken off friendships with crew members after arguments. The demanding workload made it difficult for him to even start a family. And as his fame grew, his old friends drifted further and further away. He clung desperately to his "never using a stunt double" persona as a lifeline, but he had already begun to notice the marks of injury on his body—
Despite his best efforts, when a fan suffering from a terminal illness appeared before him, he could only frantically leave an autograph and a photo before fleeing.
This world is built of reality as hard as rock, endless and unfathomably thick. So-called bright and beautiful ideals are nothing more than fine snow covering the surface of this stone wall. Under the wind and sun, it can hardly even maintain the shape of ice. Even just touching it with a finger may melt it, thus exposing the hideous world beneath the snow.
The truth of this world is always this: even with great effort, perfection is not guaranteed. Even if you overcome all difficulties and push through illness to make a film, it may still fail and result in financial loss. Accumulated praise can turn into a devastating blow overnight. The more devoted the believer, the more demanding their idol will be. In reality, screenwriters won't craft brilliant plot twists for you; villains aren't necessarily defeated by good guys; misunderstandings and prejudices are always difficult to resolve; miracles won't happen in the most desperate times; and the aftertaste of justice is often bitter.
Even so, Hatchku still dreams of becoming a hero.
After all, no one understands better than him how dazzling the brilliance of a hero can be.
Every moment he portrays a hero in front of the camera, his soul trembles. Even if it's just a lie, it's precisely because of its beauty and dazzling effect that it captivates everyone—no matter how dark the walls of reality may be, that fleeting layer of snow can ultimately prove that the dazzling light did indeed exist.
He dreams of upholding his beliefs like the protagonist of "Hatch Cool," yearns to defend justice like the protagonist of "Full Metal Cop," is obsessed with protecting his dignity like the protagonist of "Iceman," and is determined to be fearless like the protagonist of "Ghostbusters." Of course, he would have such wishes in the dead of night.
That's why, when Hatchik, who had been ordered by the doctor to temporarily retire from acting, saw the olive branch extended to him by Adek, he mustered the courage to grasp that rough, large hand.
Just as it flew out of Snowflake City, the speeding geometric snowflake encountered an invisible wall.
This situation was exactly what Hachiku had anticipated. He immediately adjusted his posture, leaped into the air, and the geometric snowflakes beneath his feet began to spin rapidly in perfect unison. By the time the trainer landed again, the Ice-type Pokémon had already cleared away the "light wall" obstacle blocking its path.
However, the crisis was not over yet. The Ice-type Gym Leader had just barely managed to stabilize himself when another sharp blade appeared in front of him.
"Air Blade"!
The flying-type moves, accompanied by the sound of wind, seemed to truly tear through the air, unleashing one after another from afar, making the once vast sky almost impassable. If hit by them, there was a high chance of being forced into a state of fear.
Left with no other choice, Hatchku had to abandon its high-speed flight advantage and make an emergency landing on the ground.
The resistance of the ground cover significantly slowed down the release speed of the "Air Blade," and the swaying vegetation made it easier for him to discern the direction of the attack. The only drawback was that the crash landing site was quite a distance from where Kiku and his men were lying in ambush—and it happened to be near the snowflake wetlands that Hugo had warned him about!
"As expected, the other side was already on guard."
Hachiku nimbly leaped off the geometric snowflakes, cautiously surveying his surroundings. The enemies who had attacked from afar earlier seemed to have quieted down, but this was undoubtedly the calm before the storm.
Sure enough, in the mist of the distant wetlands, a blue bishop's robe appeared silently.
"From a single leaf, one can know that autumn is coming—what exactly is your intention in launching this sudden attack on our Plasma Cluster Church?"
Behind the old man floated the God of Harvest, arms crossed. This Ground-type Pokémon, which had once defeated a group of elite trainers at the foot of the Tower of Heaven, was now bathed in the moisture of early spring in the snowy wetlands. Its majestic eyes were narrowed, and it was unclear what it was thinking.
Meanwhile, the trainer who captured it—Team Plasma Sage Joggs—was calmly walking toward the Ice-type Gym Leader who had fled here, meeting Hatchling's sharp gaze.
Landorus's Ground/Flying typing is four times weak to Hatchling's Ice typing, but as a Legendary Pokémon, its strength should not be underestimated.
Hatchik took a step forward, his lower body unconsciously bending into a fighting stance reminiscent of those seen on the movie screen: "I'd like to ask you, what kind of conspiracy is buried in the underground ruins of the Alliance headquarters?"
"Heh, it seems you've already noticed something." The sage in blue robes frowned, then calmly revealed a cold smile. "A ruler should naturally have a residence befitting his status. We are merely preparing for what is bound to happen in the future."
"Then, what I do is the same."
Facing the sage who was clearly prepared, the ice-type gym leader, wearing a cool mask, raised his arms one in front of the other, a posture ready to throw a punch at any moment.
"We are merely taking precautions against potential future disasters."
He uttered lines as if he were a leading man, placed his forearm flat upwards, beckoned to his opponent, and put on a cold, stern smile that would drive countless movie fans wild: "May I offer my guidance?"
The next instant, the sage in blue robes raised his sleeves, revealing his trump card—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
With several loud booms, dust exploded from the ground in all four directions around Hachiku.
It was definitely a trap!
To the left front, the heavy shell of the Rock Palace Crab crushed the ground, and the huge, tombstone-like rock gleamed coldly in the twilight.
To the right rear, the super armored rhinoceros's horn whirred shrilly, tearing through the air tinged with yellowish-brown by the sand.
Directly in front of him, a fossil pterosaur bursting from the ground spread its ancient membranous wings, casting a shadow of death upon the ground.
The three Rock-type Pokémon perfectly countered Hachiku's Ice-type attacks, but compared to the threat behind him, these were nothing.
The sudden burst of immense heat almost knocked him over. Hachiku barely managed to turn his head and saw the second sun rising sharply from the horizon. Its six burning wings turned the drifting dust blood red, and scales fell like sparks.
"Learn from the past to guide the future—after being defeated by that former champion, I believe I have grown as a result."
Bathed in the light of the double sunset, the old man's cold voice drifted into my ears.
The encirclement formed by the four ferocious beasts perfectly blocked all of Hachiku's escape routes. Their heavy breathing rose and fell in the smoke and dust, like the opening drumbeats of an ancient sacrifice.