Ash's Pokémon Travel Has Big Problems

Thinking about this, Xiaozhi felt a little more understanding of Lijia.

They hold the rights of a dojo master, but also bear the responsibilities of one.

"KO!"

A huge victory sign popped up on the screen, and Rika's character won with a slight advantage in health.

That's already very strong.

Unlike Rika, who uses her fingers to press game console buttons, Misdream uses her mental energy to play games.

Lijia breathed a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She turned her head and raised an eyebrow smugly: "How was it? Not bad, right?"

She was showing off to the dream demon.

It's funny to see the little guy get angry.

I'm usually with a group of quiet and cute Grass-type Pokémon, so it's nice to be with this adorable Ghost-type Pokémon occasionally.

"Mama—" Misdreavus floated into the air from Ash's arms, puffing out its cheeks in protest.

"Alright, alright, a loss is a loss." Ash smiled and comforted Misdreavus, then prepared to continue, "Next round, it's my turn! Ms. Rika!"

"Mah!" Misdreavus flew unhappily to the top of the game machine next to it, watching Ash get into a new round of battle with Rika.

Just as Ash and Rika were engrossed in their battle in the pixel world.

The dream demon floating above suddenly blinked its bright, large eyes.

A strange feeling came from below.

It wasn't a sound, nor a vibration, but a... faint, unusual feeling in energy, as if something deeper and more secretive lurked beneath the bustling surface of the arcade.

This sensitivity is especially acute for it, being a Ghost-type.

So the dream demon's curiosity was piqued.

In the eyes of the Dream Demon, this is Rika's territory, so there shouldn't be any danger, right?

Misdreavus has some common sense and knows the status of a Gym Leader.

As a Ghost-type Pokémon that is born with the ability to pass through matter, curiosity instantly overwhelmed the annoyance of losing the game.

It glanced at Ash, who was engrossed in playing the game, and decided to go and find out for itself.

The small figure faded away quietly, like an ink droplet dissolving into water, silently passing through the metal partition and concrete floor beneath its feet, and sinking downwards.

As you pass through the layers of building structures, the surrounding noise gradually fades away, replaced by a quiet and cool atmosphere unique to underground spaces.

When the dream demon pierced through the last layer of ground and landed in a spacious room with soft lighting but a somber atmosphere.

It froze.

This place looks like a monitoring center.

The walls were covered with screens displaying images from every corner of the arcade.

Even in front of the game console it just left, Ash and Rika's figures battling were clearly visible.

But what truly captured its attention was the figure sitting with its back to it in a large chair.

The person did not turn around, but an invisible and intangible yet immense pressure that was suffocating instantly spread out, like tangible mercury, filling the entire space.

The dream demon felt as if it were frozen in the air.

Even the simplest act of floating became difficult for her; a fear stemming from an instinctive life force seized her, rendering her immobile.

“You can’t be this naughty, little one.” A deep, steady, and authoritative male voice rang out.

"Mah...!" The dream demon was so frightened that it fell to the ground.

It felt as insignificant as dust in the face of this pressure.

The seat slowly turned around, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.

His face was resolute, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything.

He wore a well-fitting suit, seemingly ordinary, yet he exuded an air of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position.

He is none other than Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket.

He is one of the top trainers.

He is one of the truly powerful individuals standing at the top of the world.

Giovanni's gaze didn't linger on Misdreavus for long; instead, he looked at the largest screen on the wall, which displayed Ash and Rika.

"Don't worry," he said calmly, his tone revealing no emotion, "I mean you no harm."

Following his gaze, Misdreavus saw Ash and felt slightly relieved, but her fear did not subside.

Its senses told it that the source of the terror was not only the man himself, but also the silent figure in the shadows behind him.

The Dream Demon cautiously looked over; it was an ordinary-looking Beedrill.

But unlike ordinary bee, this bee exuded a sharp aura, like a drawn sword, simply by standing there.

Those compound eyes swept coldly over the dream demon, making the latter feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

“Mmm…” The dream demon subconsciously evaluated in its mind: This feeling…is much more terrifying than the boss…and even more terrifying than Granny Kikuko.

The feeling that Millennium Gastly gives is profound, mysterious, and imbued with a deep and unfathomable spiritual power accumulated over thousands of years.

The feeling one gets from Kikuko, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, is that she is ruthless, irritable, and cunning.

The one before them, however, brought a pure, overwhelming, life-or-death pressure.

"Mmm?" Just as the dream demon was so frightened that it almost curled up into a ball, the terrifying giant needle bee moved.

It appeared instantly in front of the Dream Demon, and the huge poisonous needle on its arm, radiating a cold light, slowly extended towards the Dream Demon.

"Mah!!" The dream demon closed its eyes tightly in fright, thinking it was going to die.

However, the expected pain did not come.

It cautiously opened one eye, only to discover that the tip of that terrifying poison needle was actually stuck with an energy cube that looked to be of extremely high quality and emitted an enticing aroma.

Dream Demon: "Mah??"

The Beedrill's consciousness entered its mind directly, brief and cold, devoid of any emotion: "Eat."

Neither Giovanni nor his Beedrill are benevolent beings.

However, neither Giovanni nor his Beedrill are particularly cruel or vicious.

I don't mind doing bad things if necessary, and I can do good things if not necessary.

Giovanni won't stop Team Rocket from doing bad things, because that was his plan in the first place.

Everything was for the purpose of world domination.

However, if an ordinary Pokémon were to fall into his path, he would not intentionally kill it; in fact, he would take good care of it.

It may seem contradictory in some ways, but that's just how he is.

Although Team Rocket's leader, Giovanni, and his trainer, Giovanni, are the same person, they make different choices.

The dream demon was completely dumbfounded.

On one side was a terrifying pressure that made its soul tremble, and on the other side was an energy cube that looked delicious and was being offered to its mouth.

Its heart is in turmoil:

Eat it? What if it's poisonous?

Not eating? What if that big needle pierces right through me?

Ultimately, the judgment that "not eating might be more dangerous" prevailed.

It cautiously approached and took a small bite of the energy cube.

The sweet flavor melts in your mouth, undoubtedly made from top-quality tree fruits.

This should be the bee's own food, so the quality must be good.

After all, this can be considered the Rockets' highest level of strength, bar none.

The dream demon couldn't resist taking another bite, and then, trembling slightly with fear, it began to eat the energy cube in small bites, faster and faster.

After she finished eating, Beedrill handed her another one.

Dream Fairy: Want more to eat?

Beedrill: Is this little guy that hungry?

The scene was quite bizarre: a little Dream Demon, terrified, was being fed snacks by a Beedrill that exuded a terrifying aura.

Sakaki observed all of this, and a barely perceptible smile seemed to appear on his lips.

This scene looks quite interesting.

He doesn't mind watching some entertainment outside of work hours.

Sakaki's gaze returned to the monitor screen.

He looked at the young trainer who was fiercely battling Rika, completely unaware of what was happening underground... his eyes were deep, as if he were pondering something.

Inside the room, only the soft sounds of the Dream Demon eating and the faint echoes of game sound effects on the screen remained.

……

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(5000 will be sent first, and another 5000 will be sent this afternoon)

(By the way, my landlord has disappeared. I don't know if it's because of my 500 yuan deposit or if he's simply gone... I'm considering whether to report it to the police... I'll check on things when the property management comes to work this afternoon.)

Chapter 112 Rika: A Mere Team Rocket Employee

"KO!"

The flashing red letters on the screen announced the end.

Ash's character collapsed to the ground, while Rika's character remained frozen in a victory pose.

She exhaled softly and removed her hands from the joystick and buttons.

His face wore an expression that was a mixture of satisfaction and a little bit of lingering enjoyment.

A satisfying book, JPG.

"Thank you for the compliment, Satoshi." Rika turned her head.

Her tone returned to its usual gentleness, but the sharpness of her eyes still lingered from the battle.

Although I'm still very irritable, I've released some of the pressure I was under.

"..." Ash scratched his head, not feeling frustrated at all, but rather finding it quite interesting.

It feels a bit like when I was playing King of Fighters and got triple-killed in one go.

I really miss it.

Playing games with Rika feels more stressful than some Pokémon battles. "Miss Rika is too good. I'm no match for her at all."

at this time.

The two realized a problem almost simultaneously.

The Misdreavus, which had been floating on top of the game console and should have been making a sound of dissatisfaction over Ash's defeat or eager to take revenge, was nowhere to be seen.

This doesn't fit the personality of a dream demon.

Unfortunately, the two of them were so engrossed in playing the game that they had no idea where the Dream Demon had gone.

"Hmm? Where's Mengmeng?" Lijia looked around.

In the noisy arcade, amidst the dazzling lights and clamor of voices, the small purple figure was completely out of sight.

"Were you bored and went off to play somewhere else? This place is definitely like a giant amusement park for Ghost-type Pokémon."

She guessed, trying to lighten the mood.

This is indeed a guess that fits the nature of Ghost-type Pokémon, especially since Rika also knows that Momo was brought out by the Thousand-Year Gastly.

As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

Xiao Zhi's brows furrowed slightly.