Chapter 135: Mewtwo and Kyurem's Telepathic Conversation
Chapter 135: Mewtwo and Kyurem’s Telepathic Conversation
Half an hour later.
Cynthia changed into a cute Pikachu-themed pajama, her golden hair cascading down her back as she sat at the dining table. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the steaming bowl of miso ramen in front of her, and she inhaled deeply, the aroma filling her nostrils.
"Ingredients were limited, so this is all I could make."
Cynthia, however, seemed to have missed the explanation. "It smells amazing!" she said with a bright smile.
Jing He gently pressed his forehead, feeling that Cynthia hadn't heard a word he said.
He clasped his hands together and lightly clapped.
"Let's dig in."
Cynthia picked up her spoon and took a small sip of the broth. Her eyes immediately narrowed in delight, and her lips curved into a smile.
Indeed.
"It's delicious!" Cynthia said with a warm laugh.
Jing He smiled as well. Making ramen, a relatively simple dish, was a necessary skill for someone living alone.
"By the way, there are many rooms in the house. Choose one to stay in, don't be shy."
Cynthia, who had been enjoying her ramen, suddenly remembered that she hadn't arranged a place for Jing He to stay.
"Is that appropriate?"
After all, they were a man and a woman living under the same roof.
"Hmm?" Cynthia raised her eyebrows, looking puzzled.
Oh, there are Garchomp and Lucario, so it should be fine.
If anything, Jing He should be the one more concerned.
He looked up and scanned the room where Cynthia had emerged after her shower.
Stare!
Before he could even speak, he felt two sharp gazes piercing his back. He didn't need to guess who they belonged to.
"Cough."
Jing He cleared his throat and casually pointed to the room next to Cynthia's.
"Then I'll take this one."
"Um." Cynthia, focused on her ramen, mumbled, "I'll tidy it up for you later."
"I'll do it myself."
Jing He stood up, feeling it would be more reliable to handle it himself. He called upon Gastly, Weavile, and Metang to see if they could help.
Click—
He opened the door.
There, on the wall directly opposite, hung a photograph of a young Cynthia with a Gyarados, enjoying an ice cream.
Huh? Jing He was momentarily stunned.
"Wait, wait a moment!"
Cynthia finally realized which room Jing He had chosen, and hurried footsteps followed.
However, Jing He had already seen the numerous photos hanging on the walls.
There was a photo of little Cynthia hugging a Gyarados, another of her taking Gyarados to school, and yet another with Gyarados, Riolu, and Budew.
There was also a photo of her directing Gyarados in a battle with great confidence.
Clearly, this wasn't a bedroom but Cynthia's study.
The walls were lined with photos and massive bookshelves, filled with countless books, including many ancient texts.
Jing He also noticed a photo on the desk, taken recently at the "Eternal Tree" in Rindo City, framed in a cute frame.
Cynthia's cheeks were flushed as she pulled Jing He out of the room and closed the door.
"T-this is my study."
A moment later, Jing He emerged from another guest room, which he had tidied up.
Weavile and Eevee were rolling around on the soft bed, while Gastly hung upside down from the ceiling, muttering.
"Kya~"
What a huge room!
This guest room was almost as big as the entire apartment they had rented.
As soon as he stepped out, he was greeted by Garchomp's sharp scythe and Lucario's cold gaze.
"Roar~"
If you dare to mention what you saw, then—
The photos in the study weren't just of Cynthia but also of their younger, cuter selves.
Jing He glanced at them, a slight smile playing on his lips.
You can't fool me.
He turned and called into the room.
"Gastly, Garchomp wants to watch 'The Adventures of Jigglypuff' with you."
"Metang, Lucario says he'll teach you 'Swords Dance.'"
Garchomp & Lucario: "?!?"
They exchanged a look.
Did we say that?
No, we didn't.
"Kya kya~"
Gastly poked its head out of the wall, raising an eyebrow at Garchomp with a menacing smile.
"Chu~ Chu~"
Metang, holding its hammer, ran out eagerly, big eyes wide as it looked at Lucario.
Really?
Soon, Lucario took Metang aside, while Garchomp and Gastly sprawled on the sofa, watching a show on the phone.
"Kya~" (Watch this.)
"Roar?" (What?)
Gastly's form shifted, transforming into the outline of Jigglypuff, still with a menacing smile.
"Kya?" (How's that? JigglyGastly.)
Garchomp's movements were stiff as it shook its head.
"Roar" (Ugly.)
Gastly's eyes narrowed.
How dare you doubt my Gastly transformation?
"Kya!" (Watch this!)
Gastly transformed again, this time into Shellos, Golem, Jigglypuff, Clefairy, and Kyurem.
Night had fallen, and Cynthia's house was quiet.
On the bathroom mirror, the living room window, the crystal chandelier, the transparent glass, and the reflective phone screen—
A massive, blurry silhouette flashed by.
If you pieced together the projections on every piece of glass, mirrors, and cups, big or small, you'd realize they form a whole.
At the same time.
From the fleeting glints of crimson eyes, you could detect a hint of confusion and contemplation.
In Jing He's room.
Gengar, lying on the ceiling and snoring with its mouth open, suddenly twitched, rubbed its eyes, and slowly opened them.
"Gar?"
Why do I feel a bit cold?
At the same moment.
In Cynthia's room.
Garchomp, sprawled out like the letter "T" on the floor, and Lucario, standing by the door as if guarding something, both with their arms crossed and asleep, also opened their eyes almost simultaneously.
"Chomp?"
"Rio?"
They lowered their voices and glanced at each other.
Then they looked at the bed, where Cynthia was sleeping soundly with an Eevee in her arms, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The two Pokemon tiptoed to the door, wanting to check what was going on.
Garchomp had vaguely sensed a powerful Dragon-type energy flash by, while Lucario, using its Aura, detected an extremely sinister force.
However.
As they stepped out of the room, they saw Gengar's head peeking out from the door across the hall.
For a moment.
The three Pokemon stared at each other across the living room for a few seconds.
Everything seemed normal.
But they didn't know.
While they were looking at each other, Jing He's phone screen lit up.
【Who Am I】: I've always wanted to ask, what should I do to see you again?
【Who Am I】: ?
【Who Am I】: Who?
The messages flashed by quickly.
The crimson eyes projected on the phone screen showed more confusion and a hint of shock.
Then, the eyes reflected deep thought.
Soon.
A similar message appeared on the phone.
【Resist Together】: Who are you?
If Jing He were awake, he would have noticed.
This "Resist Together" user was even more unusual than Mewtwo's "Who Am I" user.
Mewtwo's "Who Am I" account was a three-nothing account: no profile picture, no IP, and no information.
But this "Resist Together" user—no, it couldn't even be called a "user."
Because it couldn't be clicked on, and the message interface couldn't be closed.
The message seemed to appear on the phone screen out of nowhere, with no connection to the internet.
Even if you replaced the screen with a regular piece of glass, it would still appear.
Despite this, they managed to start a conversation.
【Who Am I】: I am Mewtwo.
【Resist Together】: You are very strong!
【Who Am I】: I am the strongest!
【Resist Together】: Are you joking with me?
【Who Am I】: Joke? What's that?
【Resist Together】: Where are you?
This was a question Mewtwo was very familiar with.
【Who Am I】: I remember, I am in a... container.
【Resist Together】: ???
In the destroyed world.
Giratina looked at the glass as big as a phone screen and the words displayed on it, with a question mark floating above its head, just like a Psyduck.
【Who Am I】: Where are you?
【Resist Together】: I am the Lord of Destruction. Where do you think I am?
【Who Am I】: Speak in human language.
【Resist Together】: Do you speak human language?
Sss—
Suddenly.
A puff of green smoke emerged from Jing He's phone, and the screen went dark.
All the messages disappeared.
"Gar"
Gengar, having retreated back through the door, scratched its head, scanned the room, and finally looked at the bed.
Jing He was breathing evenly but frowned.
Because the little Machop, sleeping sideways, kept kicking him in the face and occasionally gave a few more kicks.
Glalie, on the other hand, was well-behaved, curled up in the blanket, but with its body temperature, the entire bed was probably icy.
"Gar~~"
Everything was normal.
Gengar yawned and slowly floated back to the ceiling.
In Kanto, at the Rocket Team base, in the Mewtwo lab.
Mewtwo, clad in armor, frowned.
The Lord of Destruction?
'He has such a powerful presence... no wonder he's gradually helping me understand myself and answer my questions.'
Mewtwo glanced at the time displayed on the helmet screen.
'Too hasty. At this time, normal humans should be sleeping.'
The Rocket Team researchers in the lab were in a panic again.
"What's going on? There was no incident, so why did Polydegue pass out again?"
In the destroyed world.
Giratina scratched its head with a claw, its expression serious.
No wonder he dared to "hack" the account; he has some strength.
It lifted its head.
Its gaze swept over the completely inverted and destroyed world, and a flash of anger crossed its eyes.
If I could get his help... perhaps I could leave this wretched place.
In his sleep.
A faint smell of burning drifted into Jing He's nostrils, and he mumbled:
"Gengar, don't burn down the house."
What he didn't know was that his ordinary phone had endured a "call" that no ordinary phone could handle.
(End of Chapter)
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