You are not allowed to be a Pokémon Trainer!

Chapter 352 N's Awakening (2)

Instant kill!

A truly decisive, game-winning instant kill!

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The fact that Kyurem and Zekrom were lying on the ground, completely silent, reminded everyone of the reality of what had just happened.

With just a seemingly insignificant wisp of [Azure Flame], the once invincible and arrogant Dark Kyurem was instantly killed!
This extreme contrast and shock caused everyone's brains to briefly freeze.

After a moment of silence, the chat in the live stream reached its highest point since the broadcast began!

[Huh? Wasn't Reshiram just on the receiving end? You're telling me he suddenly turned the tables?]

[Wait, what happened? I blinked, and that huge Fusion Kyurem just disappeared?]

[I don't understand. Is it some kind of instant-kill move like "absolute zero" or "earthquake"?]

It's possible, otherwise it would be hard to explain.

[But this is just too weird. Last time, in the Hoenn region, during that large-scale battle of the legendary Pokémon, Groudon and Kyogre fought for most of the night, and in the end, neither of the legendary Pokémon actually fell. This time, they were just completely crushed?]

[Anyway, it's a good thing; the Plasma Team is completely finished now!]

The plasma team is finished.

This was already an unspoken consensus among all the bystanders at this moment, including the ashen-faced remnants of the Plasma Team.

Whether it was the regular Zekrom and the Four Cloud Gods, or the Genesect Legion and Kyurem as trump cards, or even the "foreign aid" Deoxys, they had all fallen.

This also means that everything that the Plasma Team has painstakingly built up over decades has vanished today, just like the ancient castle beneath their feet, which has now turned into ruins.

Along with it, Quixote's ambition also vanished.

The Plasma Team's Supreme Sage, who had just moments before been immersed in the illusion of an impending comeback, now knelt on the ground.

He stared blankly at the Kyurem on the ground, his expression vacant, as if he had completely lost his soul.

As a shrewd and ambitious man, Quixote was not unaware of the possibility of losing the final battle.

But in all his deductions and even his most pessimistic scenarios, even if the alliance wins, it will inevitably be a Pyrrhic victory that leaves them severely weakened.

How could this be? He defeated the invincible Dark Kyurem from mythology with such ease, almost childishly?
The sheer magnitude and near-absurdity of the difference left him reeling for a long time.

It wasn't until the investigators from the United States Alliance, including Interpol agents led by King Yueju, began to systematically clear the battlefield that the situation became clear.

Quixote remained kneeling in place like a stone statue, without any reaction.

Although, given that he was surrounded by such formidable enemies, there was absolutely no way he could escape even if he wanted to.

On the other side of the battlefield, N stood quietly beside the unconscious Zekrom.

He lowered his head, his lake-green eyes gazing at his partner who carried his ideals with a complex expression, remaining silent for a long time.

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps approached from afar.

N knew who it was without even looking up.

"I never expected it to end like this, N."

Xia Chi walked to his side and also turned his gaze to the Czechrom on the ground.

His tone didn't reveal much of the joy of a victor, but rather carried a complex sense of emotion.

N was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice a little hoarse: "Will the Zekrom be alright?"

"Don't worry, the legendary elves are far more resilient than we imagine. They've just exhausted their strength and fallen into a deep sleep. They'll recover after a period of rest."

Xia Chi changed the subject abruptly, saying in a low voice, "Why don't you worry more about yourself? Are you prepared to spend the best years of your life in prison?"

N laughed it off, "What's there to worry about? It's not much different from my childhood, is it?"

He looked up at the sky and sighed softly, "At least... the prison shouldn't imprison my mental freedom, right?"

Xia Chi was slightly moved.

Sure enough, N realized early on that he had been a pawn used by Quixote all along.

He asked, somewhat puzzled, "You already know the truth, so why do you still choose to be used by him?"

N turned his head, a self-deprecating smile on his face.

"Because I also want to create a new world."

He gazed at Quixote, who was being handcuffed in the distance, his expression complex.

“I am well aware of Quigish’s hypocrisy and ambition, but it is undeniable that Team Plasma, after years of his management, has indeed acquired the power to challenge the League. It is like a sharp but filthy knife.”

N turned to look at Xia Chi and suddenly asked, "Do you remember that Tepig that was being scolded by its trainer when we met at the Pokémon Center in Shuanglong City?"

Xia Chi was slightly taken aback, and then realized what was happening.

That was his second meeting with N, and it was also the moment he realized that he had gained Czechrom's true approval.

Xia Chi nodded and said softly, "I remember, its trainer insulted it because it couldn't defeat a Four Seasons Deer."

N said, "It eventually became my partner."

Xia Chi asked with slight surprise, "That trainer abandoned it in the end?"

N nodded, a glint of idealism flashing in his eyes.

"Ghitch's motives are certainly not pure, but this world also has many problems. I will use Team Plasma, this sword that I have purified, to create a world where humans and Pokémon can truly coexist in harmony!"

"There are no invisible barriers like Poké Balls, no lofty commands from trainers, only kindred spirits living together in this world."

N withdrew his gaze and looked at Xia Chi, his smile becoming even more bitter: "Now that I think about it, this plan itself was full of naivety and contradictions. Trying to achieve a pure goal with dirty means was probably doomed to failure from the very beginning."

Xia Chi listened quietly, without immediately refuting or commenting.

He could sense the sincere yet misguided idealism in N's words, and the immense determination to change the world.

"How is that cuddly pig doing now?"

Xia Chi's seemingly unrelated question left N somewhat stunned.

Although he didn't understand why Xia Chi asked the question, he nodded and said, "It's fine. I'll ask Sister Helena to take care of it for now."

Xia Chi smiled slightly, "So, it's not necessarily a bad thing that it was abandoned by that trainer. Otherwise, how would it have met you and started a new life as a Pokémon?"

N paused slightly, lost in thought.

Xia Chi continued, "Of course, your existence is not an excuse for that trainer to do evil, but sometimes the world is like this, with good and evil. Humans and Pokémon living in harmony, what a perfect idea that sounds."

Xia Chi shook his head and chuckled, "Have you ever considered that perhaps only a small number of people agree with your pure ideals? So, isn't the utopia you want to create just like what Quixote did to you when you were a child—your self-righteous disciplining of the whole world? Aren't you trying to use a dreamlike, unattainable ideal to cover up the possibility of all living beings' free choice?" N fell into a long silence.

He lowered his head, and in his lake-green eyes, his past beliefs and Xia Chi's doubts seemed to be clashing fiercely.

Xia Chi sighed softly.

He never wanted to waste words on ordinary villains, whether it was Crimson Flame Matsumizu Gotoku, or Quixote, or even Sakaki.

Because their evil is so pure, there's no need to waste words on them.

But N is different. His core is pure light, but he accidentally stepped into the shadows while searching for a way to illuminate the world.

He genuinely wanted to make the world a better place, not just to satisfy his own selfish desires.

"Perhaps you are right."

N shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But it doesn't matter now that we're discussing these things. I only have one request."

Xia Chi looked at the calm that had returned to his eyes, nodded, and said solemnly, "Go on."

N said softly, "Could you please take care of my teammates and my sister Helena? They don't really have much to do with Team Plasma, and they've never participated in any of Team Plasma's activities."

Xia Chi: "."

Good heavens, this is practically offering up one's wife and children!
No, to be precise, it should be "Sister Tuo offers up the fairy".

However, regardless of the circumstances, the fact that N can show such trust in Xia Chi, who is technically still an opponent, is enough to demonstrate N's pure heart.

Xia Chi said irritably, "Your sisters are all adults and have the ability to live independently. Your Pokémon have their own will and great power. How can it be my place to take care of them? If anyone should take care of them, it should be you, the trainer, who should take responsibility."

N was slightly taken aback, a glint of disbelief flashing in his eyes, "I still have a chance?"

Xia Chi shrugged: "That depends on how you perform inside. I will recommend you to Interpol and the United Federation to see if you can be hired as a 'special consultant.' After all, with your familiarity with the Plasma Team's remnant network, you might have a chance to redeem yourself and get a reduced sentence."

N raised her head and stared intently at Xia Chi. In her lake-green eyes, it was as if the ice had shattered, allowing the sunlight to shine in once more.

After a long silence, all the unspoken words were condensed into three solemn words: "Thank you."

Xia Chi waved casually, turned around and walked towards Reshiram, who was quietly waiting for him not far away, leaving N with only his back view.

"No need to thank me. Besides, it's still uncertain whether they will accept my recommendation."

He strode forward, his back to N, his voice carried on the wind: "I hope we'll have a chance to meet again."

N's gaze followed the receding figure until it merged with the pure white dragon of truth.

He stood there for a long time before whispering in a voice so soft that only he could hear it, as if making a vow, "It will. It will."

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It's kind of funny, really, when this legendary battle, worthy of being recorded in history, finally came to an end.

In Xia Chi's camp, the only one who had completely lost consciousness was Cattleya.
It wasn't that she was ambushed by some blind elf; it was purely due to the overuse of her own enormous superpowers.

It's important to know that during the entire battle, especially in the most dangerous phase when the legendary spirits clashed and energy turbulence swept across the entire battlefield like a storm, this was crucial.

She, Cynthia, and even Xia Chi, the main target, were able to stand safely and command calmly in the heart of the battlefield.

The powerful energy barrier that Cattleya had always protected them like an invisible eggshell played a crucial role in their success.

This continuous high-intensity output almost drained all her mental energy. As soon as the battle ended, she could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep in Cynthia's arms.

In contrast, the other participants were in much better condition.

Whether it was facing Milton and Evilpec head-on against the Genesect Legion, or coordinating with other elves on the flanks to clear out the grunts, Meowha only suffered some minor, insignificant injuries.

Although the battle is over, the workload afterward is still considerable.

So many Plasma Team members need to be held in custody pending their trial.

The scattered and fleeing fanatical believers also need to be brought back.

Of course, the most important were the legendary elves lying sprawled on the ground.
The Interpol agents and Officer Jenny from the United States Alliance who arrived at the scene never dreamed that they would one day witness so many legendary elves appearing before their eyes.

Moreover, they had all lost their ability to fight.

How to properly handle these hot potatoes has become a pressing problem.

Wanlong, who was in charge of coordinating the follow-up work, was a little unsure of what to do and came to consult Xia Chi for his opinion.

He was the one who dealt with these legendary spirits, and according to unwritten custom, he had the first right to dispose of these "spoils of war."

Even if he wanted to pack everything up and take it all home, theoretically no one could say anything.

But Xia Chi clearly had no such intention.

He gets goosebumps just imagining the scene.

Legend has it that elves have a huge appetite. What use would it be to bring these guys back, except to make the food on your island more expensive?

How to improve team combat power?

With three top-tier combatants—Pongpeng, Laomi, and Reshiram—on hand, Xia Chi has no need for them at all.

As for some collectors who grab them purely for display and to show off?

Xia Chi doesn't have such a boring hobby.

It's not like Gouhao, who only cares about capturing Pokémon and then doesn't care about them afterward.

He held these legendary beings, who possessed extraordinary wisdom and dignity, in high esteem.

But leaving them alone is not an option either. What to do with these elves has indeed become a headache.

Xia Chi pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. He originally thought of letting the hardworking and meritorious Jia Deliya sleep a little longer.

But given the current situation, it seems unreasonable not to ask this temporary leader of the United States Alliance.

After thinking it over, he still had Victini channel some energy into the leader of the United States Alliance to awaken him.

"Well"

Cattleya's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she opened her eyes a crack with great difficulty. Her usually clear and deep purple eyes were now covered with a heavy layer of sleepiness and fatigue.

After hearing Xia Chi's question about how to deal with the legendary elf, she glanced at Xia Chi with a resentful look that said, "You actually woke me up for such a trivial matter."

Then, she mumbled "It's up to you to decide" before falling asleep again, nestled in Cynthia's soft, sweet embrace.

Cynthia gave Xia Chi a helpless yet slightly amused look, signaling him to stop bothering her.

Looking at Cattleya, who had instantly fallen asleep again, Xia Chi could only ponder the cleanup work for these legendary elves on his own.

(End of this chapter)