This elf world is a bit strange

Seeing that there was no way out, all the worries I had before were swept away.

There was only one last thought left in his mind.

"I don't like code names like [Firio], kid. All code names are stupid." With a sneer, he wiped the blood off his face and looked at Firio who was protected by two legendary Pokémon. "Anyway... we are people who shouldn't appear in this world. Since I'm leaving, you can come and keep me company!"

Before he could finish his words, super powers like a volcanic eruption rushed out with overwhelming force.

The skin on his forearms was cracking and broken, but he didn't care at all.

The smell of blood rushed to his face.

At the decisive moment, he had lost his usual calm and composure, leaving only the deepest and most unrestrained willfulness.

And the gathering of countless evil thoughts.

Armored Mewtwo, as always, obeyed orders like a puppet and rushed forward with all its might.

However, just when his super powers were exhausted and Armored Mewtwo rushed out with all his might, he suddenly found that he not only lost the perception and control of Armored Mewtwo, but also lost control of his arm.

Looking down, he saw that his arms were swelling rapidly, veins popping out.

The muscle collapse not only did not temporarily stop under the effect of the drug, but instead further boiled over after a brief calm.

In the panic of the situation getting completely out of control, he raised his head again. The two figures rushing at high speed were approaching in an instant, and his sight met the pair of hateful eyes that Armored Mewtwo deliberately turned his head to reveal.

The dark supernatural power quickly disappeared from Armored Mewtwo's body.

This was not suppression, but rather it was driven out of the body by Armored Mewtwo's active expulsion.

In an instant, he understood everything.

The Armored Mewtwo, which should have been completely controlled by himself, broke free from its restraints.

He wanted to do something, but it was too late.

In other words, he now no longer has any ability to stop all this from happening.

"Do not--"

He raised his hands in vain, his voice became hoarse and his eyes were filled with despair.

"puff--"

At the moment when the two Mewtwo crossed each other, a sound like a balloon leaking air came from the Armored Mewtwo.

A large hand clenched into a fist pierced through its chest, with blood dripping down.

"boom--"

At this moment, the black-clad man's forearm exploded.

First, the part with Mewtwo's genes was fused, and then the entire arm.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, staining the black-clothed man's already blood-stained torso red.

"You guy..."

The man in black lowered his head dejectedly, blood gushing out of his mouth. The superpowers surrounding him receded like the tide, and his momentum plummeted.

On the intersecting battlefield, the two Mewtwo's eyes met again.

Chaomeng's eyes were filled with incredible shock.

Having delivered a fatal blow to the first of its kind it had ever seen in its life, it stood there in a daze, tears flowing unconsciously from its eyes.

Armored Mewtwo's purple-black pupils shrank due to the tremendous pain, and his scarred forehead was covered with sweat, but he still showed a long-lost ease and relief.

It stretched out its scarred and calloused hand with difficulty, pressed it on Mewtwo's arm, and before it could react, it pulled hard.

"puff"

As Mewtwo's arm was pulled away, a huge hole was revealed, filled with blood and internal organs like a flood. However, there was no despair of dying on its face. Instead, it was filled with the joy of revenge.

It was not until this moment that Firion suddenly realized the nature of the life fusion that had occurred between the Man in Black and Armored Mewtwo.

Although it is one main and one secondary, as long as one side falls, the other side will suffer a huge blow.

He stood there in a daze, as if something was stuck in his throat.

【……Thanks.】

The breath of life faded from those wise eyes that had experienced so much. In the last moments, Armored Mewtwo just stared at Mewtwo and Firion, and expressed his thanks that were mixed with thousands of emotions.

The same face, but corresponding to completely different destinies.

Its heart was filled with emotion, but it also had a sense of calm as it approached liberation.

After sending the final signal through the already weak telepathy, it quietly closed its eyes, fell on its back, and welcomed the end of its life.

This is the first time after many years that it has become the master of its own body again, although it can only choose how to welcome death.

Mewtwo hugged it woodenly, letting the blood of the only one of its kind in the world dye its body red, and knelt on the spot, with an expression that didn't know whether it was happy or sad.

Just as Firio was about to step forward, he suddenly discovered that the man in black, who had lost one arm, stood up again and stumbled in front of him.

At that moment when everyone was immersed in shock, even he did not notice it.

"Incubus!"

Without hesitation, he shouted subconsciously, and his superpowers surged out, colliding head-on with the man in black who was fighting desperately.

"Madge!"

Faster than all his companions, the dream demon moved upon hearing the sound, and before he even saw the arrival of the man in black, he broke out of the stunned silence and stood in front of Philio.

Without much hesitation or thinking, it instinctively used the skill it had spent the most time thinking about.

【Poisonous】

A dark purple edge emerged from its body and condensed in the air.

It is neither liquid nor gas, but an extremely sharp solid state that might shock even the creator of this technique.

After thousands of failures, at this moment, we have achieved a qualitative leap.

The purple-black spear flew out of the air like an arrow, breaking through the last ray of darkness in front of the man in black with unstoppable force, drilling into his chest, and rushing out from his broad back.

The deadly poison was injected into this body that was already on the verge of collapse, completely breaking the balance that was maintained solely by vitality.

"Well……!"

Covering his chest in vain, the man in black struggled forward, but could only kneel down on the ground dejectedly.

What greeted him was Firion's gaze, which no longer contained any compassion.

"Dream monster, misfortunes never come alone."

In a calm tone, the man who straddled two worlds and was considered the world's most vicious criminal was sentenced to death.

Countless shadows gathered at this moment, creating the "eternal night that is never peaceful but always dark" in his mind.

......

......

"bang bang"

After patting the shoulder of Mewtwo who was still sitting on the ground, Firion collected his companions who had collapsed due to exhaustion after the battle one by one, leaving only the Mewtwo who had regained his original appearance. He then stepped past Zygarde who was still on guard and stepped forward alone.

Not far ahead was the man in black, whose body was riddled with wounds but who was still lying on the ground coughing.

In just a short moment, the blood on the ground had gathered into a pool.

But even if it was blood, it was not pure red, but a mixture of colors, just like his body that was beyond saving.

Seeing Firio approaching, he struggled to raise his head, and even tried to sit up straight, maintaining his last bit of dignity.

"You won..." His voice became extremely weak, almost inaudible, but he still raised his hand and pointed behind Firion, "But it wasn't you who won me... it was them."

There, figures crossed the cracks in space and stood silently hundreds of meters away.

After learning the identities of the men in black and seeing the outcome of the battle, they all stopped in their tracks.

The huge battlefield became deserted.

"You're right." Firio admitted frankly, "Mewtwo and I alone are no match for you. You're stronger than me. But I rely on something stronger than your power."

"Cough, vomit—"

The man in black's face flushed with a sickly red. He was unconvinced and was about to retort, but he suddenly spat out a mouthful of dirty blood mixed with organ fragments, and his expression became even more dejected.

“It’s really… incomprehensible… How could these stupid and self-contained alliances… come together?” He held his breath and looked into the distance with resentment, especially at Darkrai and Zygarde who were slowly approaching, “And these guys… cough cough cough!”

"Because we are not from the same world." Firion waved silently. Darkrai, Nancy and Korne beside him stopped walking. Zygarde also stood still. "Your world has both natural disasters and man-made disasters like yours, but here there are none... or rather, they have been completely resolved long ago."

"Not the same world... That's a really good reason." He couldn't stop coughing violently, and large pieces of blood stained his front and the ground in front of him. "Do you think I envy or hate you...? That's a thing of the past."

Firio looked a little sympathetic and confused: "I just don't understand why the other me would become like this."

"Put away your hypocritical sympathy." The man in black had a cold look in his eyes, and blood foamed out as he spoke. "You won, but you won't win forever, because this is the way the world is."

As he spoke, he raised his head and laughed with difficulty. Before he could laugh a few times, he was interrupted by a coughing sound that seemed to be about to cough out his lungs.

He collapsed to the ground, no longer having the strength to fight for his life, and the world before his eyes was becoming dark and cold.

But until the end, even though he was completely defeated, he still refused to give in.

His only remaining hand was firmly embedded in the blood-soaked mud. He lifted his already extremely heavy eyelids and struggled to search for Firio's shadow among the countless blurry mosaics.

He sneered, half mocking and half self-mocking.

"You are me. In a world like that, you will become me... just like you did just now. No one is born noble. Hypocrisy only makes me feel sick."

"There is definitely not... only one me in this world!"

"My will, my wish, my desire... there will be someone else who will carry on my will, so let's wait and see."

"Waiting... for you..."

The faint voice vanished with the wind, and the last ray of life slowly faded away.

......

......

【They are all dead.】

Mewtwo stood silently behind Firion, speaking in a low voice.

But before it died, it told me that it didn't think death was a bad thing, but I don't know.

"Death itself may not necessarily happen, but that depends on one's own choice. At least it chooses how to let itself die, doesn't it?"

Firion sat cross-legged, staring at a face that looked almost identical to his own, save for a scar and some signs of aging.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the wounded Zygarde coming to his side and sitting on the ground carelessly. The slightest movement of his huge body caused the earth to shake.

"Perhaps this is better for it than living without freedom. In the last moment of its life, it is dignified and free."

【……Maybe. 】

After pondering for a long time, Mewtwo nodded silently and looked at Firion and Incubus who also looked tired.

[Hey, are you okay? Um... are you guys okay? ]

Chapter 371: Writing a New Footnote for the Unusual World (Grand Finale)

The autumn of this year seemed to be here all of a sudden.

The mornings in September are like ripe red apples, sweet and refreshing.

At the Pokémon League headquarters on the Quartz Plateau, amid the sounds of passing cars and people, teams of people walked towards the headquarters building, which seemed extremely large compared to any other region, but was therefore called stupid by many people, with light conversations.

The lingering haze in the air seemed to disappear with the absorption of dewdrops, and the light water vapor floated in the air, sparkling and bringing a little coolness.

Among the cheerful crowd, someone sighed at an inopportune moment, his words filled with unspeakable sorrow:

"Oh, I'm so stupid, I should have known it wouldn't be so easy..."

The gentle but sad tone of voice could make anyone who heard it sad and listen to it cry, but it did not resonate with fellow travelers at all.

Even the few tears that were created out of nothing with superb acting skills were the same.

Everyone has already fully understood and been mentally prepared for the actress's acting talent, including her best friend.

In fact, she was the one who laughed the happiest.