In the game: I stole Groudon at the start.

After all, there have been precedents.

"Oh? A mysterious person." Bakura raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Someone else could be an ally of the Four Heavenly Kings of Kanto?

Bakura pondered for a moment. Although he didn't know who it was, it seemed that the Pokémon League was really going to wipe out Team Rocket in one fell swoop.

"It doesn't matter who comes, Xiao Lan. Do you know what the best way is to completely eliminate an evil organization?"

Bakura took a small sip of red wine and smiled at Xiaolan.

"Make it work for you!"

Before Xiaolan could speak, Bakura answered her again.

"You want to recruit Team Rocket?" Blue was taken aback by the question and exclaimed to Bakura with a twitch in his eyelids.

Although we know that Bakura is not an ordinary person, let's not even talk about whether the Rockets will follow Bakura.

In the current environment, it's practically impossible to take the Rockets away right under the league's nose.

"I have no interest in the Rockets; my targets are just a few players from there."

Bakura's lips curled up slightly, his eyes gleaming.

"Are you crazy? The league has already started evacuating people, which means that the league will take action against the Rockets by tomorrow at the latest."

"We might be implicated...???"

Xiao Lan frowned and began to speak to Bakura, but halfway through her sentence, Bakura threw a set of clothes at her.

After Xiao Lan saw it clearly, her face turned as black as hell.

These are the uniforms worn by Team Rocket members!

"It's not a connection; we'll be playing as members of the Rockets tomorrow as well."

Seeing that Xiao Lan's innocent face was now dark, Bakura chuckled and said slowly.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. You can travel with Campfire and the others. As long as you don't provoke those Heavenly Kings, you're strong enough to protect yourselves."

Bakura said slowly, "The campfire has reached the limit of a quasi-King, and it may enter the King level at any time."

Xiao Lan's strength is decent, and as for Lillie, letting her experience the atmosphere of battle will be good for her mental state.

"Hmph!" Little Blue snorted, expressing her displeasure.

However, unable to refuse Bakura, she could only obediently comply.

Waaah~ I have to pretend to be Team Rocket again, I'm really not clean anymore!

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Chapter 315 My Foolish Little Brother (Please Subscribe to All Chapters)

"The Rockets!"

Ignoring Xiaolan's dissatisfaction, Bakura gazed through the clean glass at the golden city shimmering with neon lights under the night sky. This was Team Rocket's doom.

This evil organization that dominated the Kanto underworld has finally begun its decline.

What is the Rockets?

It was Giovanni who single-handedly built Team Rocket up! Without Giovanni, Team Rocket would be no match for the Pokémon League.

Just then, a silver-white figure suddenly appeared in Bakura's room.

"Huh? An elf?" Little Blue was taken aback when she saw the elf that suddenly appeared. After looking it over, she asked in confusion.

With its humanoid body, it must be an elf without a doubt.

"Mewtwo."

Bakura turned around at the sound, and when he saw the spirit, his eyes flickered slightly. He smiled and greeted it.

That's right, it's Mewtwo.

"You know me?"

Mewtwo stared intently at Bakura with its deep eyes. It did not speak, but a deep male voice rang out in the room.

It was telepathy.

“Of course I know you, and I know you very well.” Bakura nodded and glanced at Xiaolan.

Xiao Lan rolled her eyes, but still wisely left the room. She knew that Bakura was going to have a chat with this mysterious spirit that had suddenly appeared.

Mewtwo remained silent upon hearing this. The reason it came to find Bakura was because it had sensed an unexpectedly familiar aura from Bakura during the day.

"I can roughly guess why you're here. Do you know Dream?"

Bakura didn't mind that Mewtwo didn't speak, so he sat down on a chair and smiled at Mewtwo.

Although Mewtwo and Giovanni seem to have a good relationship during the day, judging from the fact that it has taken the initiative to come to his door now, Mewtwo probably still has a lot of questions in its mind.

"Dream... is my true form."

Upon hearing this, Mewtwo's eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of confusion crept into its low telepathic communication.

It was certainly familiar with the name "Dream". It had often heard this name in its consciousness when it was still in the nutrient tank on the new island.

Its name, Mewtwo, is derived from Mew!

"If you insist on saying it that way, you can, but it's not accurate."

Bakura raised an eyebrow, looking at the melancholic-looking Mewtwo. This guy, it seems, hasn't reached that chuunibyou stage yet.

How could someone say something like that?

You should know that in the Mewtwo Strikes Back movie, the Mewtwo who shouted "I am the real Mewtwo" was incredibly chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

Mewtwo was taken aback by what he heard and looked at Bakura with a puzzled expression.

"You are an artificial clone Pokémon created using Mew's genes, but what is the significance of the difference between a clone and the original?"

Bakura chuckled and asked Mewtwo.

Mewtwo was even more puzzled upon hearing this; it still hadn't figured out what its meaning was.

"There is no distinction between them; whether it is a clone or the original, they are both a brand new life."

"Just like Mewtwo, no one can deny that you are a creature of this world today, regardless of whether you are a clone or not."

"Every living thing has its inherent value. Do you understand what I mean?"

Bakura slowly explained that although Mewtwo was originally a Pokémon born from the Mew gene, it is now a completely new life form.

Moreover, it is completely different from fantasy.

“Value…” Mewtwo’s eyes flickered upon hearing this. Yes, with its intelligence, it could easily understand Bakura’s words.

but……

What is its value? Just as Giovanni told it, is it only there to become Team Rocket's ultimate weapon?

“Every creature has to find its own value, but since you’ve come here, I have two fellows who would like to meet you.”

Bakura shook his head. He couldn't help Mewtwo with this. The reason he said those words was just to hope that Mewtwo wouldn't be so fixated on the relationship between the clone and the original.

After saying that, Bakura took out a Poké Ball and threw it. A flash of white light appeared, and a jet-black Pokémon appeared. As for Mew, it was probably having dinner in the room by the campfire at the moment.

With eyes flashing with dark purple flames and a body exactly like Mewtwo's, except for the different color and a more evil aura, the two Mewtwos are almost identical.

Dark Mewtwo slowly straightened up, its eyes meeting those of the Mewtwo in front of it, a complex mix of emotions flickering within them.

"Who are you?" Mewtwo stared at the dark Mewtwo before it, exclaiming in shock.

Impossible! How could there possibly be another one?

The Rockets only created one Mewtwo, and with their technology, it's impossible for them to create a second one.

Where did this Mewtwo, which is a different color from itself, come from?

"My name is Mewtwo... Dark Mewtwo, the other you." Dark Mewtwo's deep, hoarse telepathic voice rang out.

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"I... I actually have compatriots..."

Upon hearing this, Mewtwo finally came to its senses, and its previously bewildered eyes now sparkled with joy.

There is another Mewtwo in this world!

What does this mean? It means it's not alone! It has its own kind!

Seeing Mewtwo's joyful expression, Dark Mewtwo felt a ripple in its cold and indifferent heart.

Even if they come from two different worlds, their appearance is ultimately the same.

Even their names are the same!

They are the closest of kin, and Dark Mewtwo can understand Mewtwo's emotions at this moment.

It was as if it had just been born in another world. Despite its profound wisdom, it was constantly surrounded by a tormenting loneliness.

0 ........

A dreamlike clone, a ruthless ultimate weapon.

But who can understand? It is a real life, a living being with its own thoughts.

A deep blue psychic light flickered in Dark Mewtwo's dark purple eyes, and a tangible psychic power slowly approached Mewtwo.

"This is... a memory?"

Mewtwo was taken aback, and a blue light flashed in its eyes as it used its own psychic abilities to contact Dark Mewtwo's psychic powers.

But as soon as it came into contact with it, unfamiliar memories flashed through Mewtwo's mind.

These are all memories of Dark Mewtwo.

From its birth until the end of Ultra Dimension, Dark Mewtwo held nothing back.

"No matter how you look at it, it really feels quite novel!"

At that moment, Bakura, holding Mew who had teleported over, looked at the two Mewtwo facing each other and sighed.