Monthly Calculation System in Pokémon

At the end of the darkness, in the howling villa, the owner of the villa silently stared at the nameless tombstone outside the manor. Whenever he stared at the tombstone, a feeling of tearing and pain in his heart always filled his heart.

He is glamorous, has a lot of wealth, and has servants on a manor. He lives a life that many people dream of, but he also has pain that ordinary people don't have.

"Haha, your struggle is only delaying your destined fate."

The disgusting homeless man behind him was laughing at his struggle. Even though he had tried his best and even though he had lost everything, he still failed in the end.

Reluctance was revealed in his golden eyes. He had tried his best but still failed. When blood gushed out from his wounds and when the corpses of those familiar people turned into wild hunts, he could no longer hold on and just fell asleep peacefully.

"If I had tried harder..."

In the darkness, he fell into a pool of his own blood. He could no longer open his eyes. The pungent smell of blood made him seem to see someone looking at him. They fell into silence as they looked at each other.

With the silence of Wuthering Heights, the thunder and lightning finally stopped, and all the endings disappeared.

The surrounding space shattered again, and the broken lenses fell into the void, but eventually slowly condensed again, forming a new scene.

Another failed operation, and another awakening in the incubator. Carlos stood up, picked up his weapon, and killed another attempt to attack himself. He had become very familiar with killing himself. He ignored the cries of the weak, brandished his weapon, and sent those defective products to hell.

"This will be our last clone. If we fail this time, we will be completely screwed, regardless of whether we can get out alive or not."

The commander of the Fourth Army of R Company, Mu Sen, was explaining the seriousness of the mission. The Fourth Army had no way out and they had to go to the library to take those things back.

"Another failure..."

He finally fell down in the bloody battle. His former comrades turned into books and disappeared in the library. Even though he had tried his best and persisted, he was ultimately defeated by the people in front of him. All his efforts eventually turned into sighs and he finally fell down.

"If I had tried harder..."

The heavy mechanical armor fell to the ground, and his hammer also fell to the ground. Feeling his body gradually disappearing, Carlos finally closed his eyes, and in the darkness he met another pair of eyes, his own eyes.

"Boom! Boom!"

The time bomb exploded beside him. Seeing the aging figures of his comrades beside him, Carlos used his wings to carry him towards the enemy position. He swung his sickle and dropped heads. The swarm of G Company rushed into the position and slaughtered the R Company army wantonly. However, what they did not notice was the approaching sound overhead.

"Uh…"

When the time bomb landed, everything around seemed to be muted. Both the enemy and the friendly forces fell into a terrible silence. Everyone knew that fighting was meaningless. With the first painful cough, everyone's body was aging rapidly, and the clothes on their bodies began to gradually disintegrate.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Carlos, whose body functions had completely declined, couldn't even stand steadily and fell to the ground. The moment he fell, his bones were broken.

"If... I had been more careful... we might not have... died."

With one last painful sigh, his life came to an end, and in the darkness he saw another pair of eyes belonging to him finally fall silent.

"A nice guy isn't he? He's a nice guy."

In the school corridors, most people evaluated him like this, and Carlos had an abnormal aversion to such a title. He helped a classmate who was bullied, and then those evil people extended their bullying hands to him.

Scars and pain accompanied him all over his body, and his unfortunate family life added salt of pain to his wounds. The long-lasting torture finally made him unbearable, and he went to the rooftop on a quiet afternoon.

"If I could have wings like you, maybe I could fly out of this cage that holds me captive."

Feeling the scorching sun at noon and the people watching and laughing at him below, Carlos could not hear the harsh words. The moment he opened his arms and jumped down, he felt the long-lost freedom. For a moment, he might really be able to fly like a bird, but in the end he just fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"........."

Half of his body was broken, but his other eye, which could still be considered an eye, was looking at the malicious eyes of those who kept laughing at him. He could feel his heartbeat gradually stopping, and he could feel the pain all over his body.

And the last thing he saw was the white doves startled by the noise. They spread their enviable wings and flew towards the horizon.

"If I hadn't helped that person, maybe my ending wouldn't have been like this."

As the last bit of feeling faded, he perhaps gained his own freedom, and in that darkness he stared into the same pair of your eyes.

In another world, Carlos from N Company was using the soldering iron fixed on his long-lost arm to pierce the brains of those cyborgs. As they screamed, he swung his hammer and smashed their mechanical bodies into pieces.

When those uninvited guests broke into their scene, and when the child who was related to him by blood swung an axe and killed him, Carlos' crazy and painful heart finally came to an end at this moment.

"If I could come back during that Christmas, maybe everything could have been different."

The pain and confusion in the child's eyes made Carlos even sadder. They were once family members, but now they were facing each other with swords.

As his head was chopped off by an axe, in the last moment before he lost consciousness, he saw another pair of his own eyes, eyes filled with sadness and pain.

"Carlos…Carlos…Carlos."

In that endless mirror world, Carlos sat alone in the center, with endless eyes staring at him. Those were Carlos, those were himself. Experiences that he had never experienced before poured into his heart, and the emotions of pain, sorrow, and despair devoured his heart.

Each of their selves in each world is destined to be a tragedy. They are pulled into different teams by different people. They are forced onto a path of destruction. They have never been truly redeemed. Perhaps only death can allow them to peacefully enjoy their final tranquility.

Carlos is like a porcelain doll, full of painful cracks. Even though these things are connected by glue, they are still full of sadness and fear.

Things that he had never experienced or witnessed filled his broken heart, constantly magnifying the cracks in his heart and causing disgusting blood to flow from the wounds.