Monthly Calculation System in Pokémon

"I hate amnestics, because those pains and pains cannot be forgotten. They will find you in another form one day and come to you again like fate. But I am glad that memory erasures allow me to forget. I saw those things - Carlos"

"I'm sorry, everyone! I have some business dealings with Dodo. He helped me with this, which was not something I asked for. I gave him the corresponding reward. I'm sorry that it took up a little bit of your time and a little bit. The venue is so there will be a date later.”

Carlos made an elegant gentlemanly gesture and left with his things.

"Is that guy Mr. Carlos? The aura on him is so terrifying."

A male student said tremblingly. Although Carlos did not release any substantial pressure, the stranger could still feel a faint blood energy from him.

"Is this the aura of a strong man? Mr. Carlos defeated Senior Yuryuwatari physically."

"But why did Mr. Carlos call Senior Dodo a dodo?"

"...Well, a student is a little embarrassed here. He probably knows why there is such a joke."

Yulongdu is just like his name. He likes dragons very much, but some Pokémon seem to have names related to dragons.

Just take Gyarados and you say it has a dragon. It does have a dragon in its name, but it is actually a water fly. Does the fossil pterosaur have a dragon? have! But he is Yan Fei.

There may be no dragons in the Yulongdu team, but there will definitely be flying ones. Fighting feels like fighting with a flock of birds, and Carlos commented on this.

"Where is the dragon specialization? You are a fucking flying specialization."

"Mr. Carlos is so handsome! And he is so gentlemanly."

The girls' discussion was in a completely different direction. Carlos' face had a mature and steady aura, and although he looked a bit older, he was still very handsome.

(Carlos: "Why does everyone say I'm old? When I was at Zhumo Office, I was a top-notch handsome guy.)

"Try it."

Carlos took out three small bowls with their three names written on them.

"tasty!"

The third child only thinks it is very good and suits his own taste.

"Lady boss, your craftsmanship is quite good and the taste is very good."

"...What's wrong with me? I seem to have forgotten something?"

Carlos held his head, a severe headache eroding his mind.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

As Lucario's voice fell, Carlos' eyes darkened and he fainted.

"Carlos...forget those things...your fate is not over yet..."

Carlos was lying on the operating table, and that was the last time he saw Bamboo Ink Core.

"Even...among the ruins...we must keep hope."

Carlos stood on the ruined land, and everyone at Zhumo Office still maintained their optimism.

"What cannot be escaped...is fate...it is people who change destiny..."

Violent shadows scattered in all directions.

When everything is over, what appears in your hand is the mirror that the suitcase gave you.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the mirror in Carlos' hand cracked and a broken piece fell into the darkness. Among those broken mirrors were Carlos from various universes.

"Am I me? Or "me"?"

Every Carlos in the universe has the same face, and their personalities are similar... but are they really Carlos?

"Hahaha! You were never you!"

Amidst a burst of crazy laughter, a mechanical arm suddenly stretched out from the broken mirror, trying to grab Carlos' face.

"Go away!"

Carlos swung his left arm and slashed at the robotic arm.

"Damn! Thing!"

On the other side, "Carlos" covered his face in frustration, wasting another opportunity.

"Hehehe! Today is just the beginning...you haven't realized the problem yet, right? Ka! Luo! Si!"

In that cold office, the pale moonlight shines on the office table, the warm coffee smells faintly, and the cigar that has not been extinguished rests on the ashtray, and in the most conspicuous place on the table, " The wedding photos of "Carlos" and "Gardevoir" stood quietly among them.

The happy two kissed each other tightly, and they were the happiest at this moment.

"Dear... I will let our "peace" run through every universe. No one can stop us! Not even you! Not even me! Not even my master! Not even my child!"

Light tears flowed from "Carlos"'s scarlet eyes, but the tears in his red pupils turned as red as blood.

"How is the research going? Time is running out. Have you decided which abnormality you should feed?"

"Sir... you know that abnormality is a concept. How do we tame a concept?"

"Hahahaha! Who said you could tame the abnormality? It seems you are no longer of use..."

"Sir...no no no!"

As the other end of the phone screamed, he was fed the abnormality.

"Pain is the only one willing to accompany me, isn't it?"

"Hahahaha!"

On the other side, Carlos suddenly woke up. His family members all gathered around him with anxious faces, and Gardevoir burst into tears.

"what happened?"

"father!"

"Carlos!"

Everyone swarmed up and almost crushed Carlos to death.

"Your heartbeat just stopped...we thought you..."

"It's okay...it was just a dream."

Carlos covered his head and was about to stand up. He suddenly found that he was holding a black object in his right hand.

"This...is...a...fragment of...the mirror?"

"Warning! Warning! Warning! A huge risk of memetic contamination has been detected! Detection is underway!"

What was uncharacteristically was that the alarm, which never sounded when Carmen invaded, this time was warning as frantically as if he was desperately trying.

"It's [DATA EXPUNGED][DATA EXPUNGED][DATA EXPUNGED][DATA EXPUNGED][DATA EXPUNGED][DATA EXPUNGED][DATA EXPUNGED][DATA EXPUNGED]!"

"Dead."

"What the hell is this? The system has been invaded! Brain machine, please think of a fucking solution quickly!"

The system was talking crazily, and he was desperately mobilizing his data to resist these crazy contaminations.

"We can't hold it anymore! Arceus! Help the hell!"

"Sanction beam."

A calm voice came over, and then the crazily spreading cognitive pollution was burned to ashes in an instant, and the brain, computer and system would almost be destroyed here.

"A little bit...he was dead."

"Carlos...what the hell is he doing?"