Mind Master of the Elf World

Chapter 135 Mewtwo and Giratina's Remote Communication (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
After half an hour.

Cynthia changed into an adorable Pikachu pajama set, her long golden hair flowing freely, and sat down at the dining table.

My eyes sparkled as I looked at the steaming bowl of miso ramen in front of me. I took a sniff, and the aroma immediately filled my nostrils.

"With limited ingredients, this is all we can make."

Cynthia, however, seemed not to hear him and simply said:
"It smells so good!"

Jing He gently rubbed his forehead, feeling that Cynthia probably hadn't listened at all.

A gentle clap with hands clasped together.

"I'm gonna start now."

Cynthia picked up a spoon and took a small sip of the noodle soup. Her eyes immediately narrowed, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

really.

“It’s delicious!” Cynthia smiled.

Jinghe smiled too.

Ramen is a relatively simple dish to make, but it's an essential skill for living alone.

"By the way, there are plenty of rooms in the house. Please choose one to stay in. Don't be shy."

After taking a bite of ramen and showing a satisfied expression, Hirona realized that she seemed to have forgotten to arrange Jinghe's accommodation.

"Does it fit?"

After all, a man and a woman alone
"Hmm?" Cynthia raised her eyelids, looking puzzled.

Oh, Garchomp and Lucario are there, then it's alright.

To be honest, Jinghe is the one who needs to be worried more.
He looked up and scanned the room where Cynthia had just left after taking a shower.

stare!
Before he could even speak, he felt two sharp gazes shooting from behind him.

You don't even need to guess to know whose it is.

"cough."

Jing He coughed lightly and casually pointed to the room next to Cynthia.

"Then let's take this one."

"Hmm." Cynthia mumbled, focused on eating her instant noodles.

"I'll tidy it up for you in a bit."

"I'll do it myself."

Jinghe stood up.

I feel it's more reliable to organize it myself.

Call over Gastly, Vulpix, and Little Blacksmith to see if they can help.

click -

open the door.

Then I saw a photo hanging on the wall directly opposite.

It's what Cynthia looked like as a child, eating ice cream with a Gible.

Ok?
Jing He was slightly taken aback.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

It was only then that Cynthia belatedly realized which room Jinghe had chosen, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

However, Jinghe had already seen many photos hanging on the wall.

There is a photo of Cynthia baby holding a giblet.

A photo of Cynthia taking Gible to school.

Cynthia with photos of Gible, Riolu, and Blossom.

There's also a photo of her commanding Gibles in battle with great flair.

obviously.

This is not a bedroom, but Cynthia's study.

The walls are covered with photos and huge bookshelves filled with books, many of which are ancient books.

At the same time, Jinghe also noticed.

On the desk in the room, there was a group photo they had taken together under the "Eternal Tree" in Liuli City a while ago, encased in a cute photo frame.

Shirona's pretty face flushed red as she pulled Jinghe out and then closed the door.

"This...this is the study."

After a while.

Jinghe walked out of another cleaned guest room.

The two little guys, Vulpix and Eevee, started rolling around on the soft bed.

Gastly hung upside down on the ceiling and murmured.

"Kou Jie~~"

What a big room!
This guest room is almost bigger than the entire apartment they rented.

I just stepped out of the room.

He was met with Garchomp's sharp scythe and Lucario's cold gaze.

"Roar~~"

If I dare to utter a single word about what I just saw,
The photos in the study aren't just of Cynthia; they also include pictures of them when they were little, looking adorable.

Jing He glanced at them, a slight smile playing on her lips.

I can't control you guys anymore.

He turned back and shouted into the room:
"Ghost and Garchomp have come to see you 'The Adventures of Bubble Squirrel'."

"Little blacksmith, Lucario said he'd teach you 'Sword Dance'."

Garchomp & Lucario: "?!"

They looked at each other.

Did we say that?

No, I don't think so.
"Hehehe~~"

Gastly popped its head out from the wall, raised an eyebrow at Garchomp, and grinned menacingly.

"Chirp~chirp~"

The little blacksmith, carrying his hammer, came running out excitedly, blinking his big eyes at Lucario.

really?
quickly.

Lucario led the little blacksmith aside.

Garchomp and Gastly lay on the sofa, watching TV shows on their phones.

"Kou Jie~~" (Watch me perform one for you.)
"Huh?" (What?)

Gastly's form shifted, transforming into the silhouette of a bubble squirrel, though its smile remained sinister.

"Kou Jie?" (How about it, Foam Demon Rat?)
Garchomp shook its head stiffly.

"Ugh" (So ugly)

Gastly's eyes widened.

How can it be repaired?
How dare they question its Gastly transformation technique?

"Kou Jie!" (Watch closely!)

Haunter changed its appearance once again.

Cloyster, Metagross, Jigglypuff, Clefairy, Giratina.
It's quiet at night.

Cynthia's house. The reflections on the bathroom mirror, the living room and bedroom windows, the crystal chandelier, the clear glass, and the phone screen.
A blurry, enormous figure flashed by.

If you piece together the projections from every piece of glass, mirror, water glass, and other object, large and small, you'll find that it's a whole.

Simultaneously.

From those fleeting glimpses of crimson eyes, one could vaguely discern expressions of doubt and contemplation.

In Jinghe's room.

Lying on the ceiling, Ghost Stone, snoring with his mouth open, suddenly shuddered, rubbed his eyes a couple of times, and slowly opened them.

"Kou Jie?"

Why does it feel a bit cold?

at the same time.

In Cynthia's room.

Garchomp lying on the ground like the Chinese character "大" (big), and Lucario sleeping with its arms wrapped around itself, seemingly guarding against something, leaning against the door.
The two Pokémon opened their eyes almost at the same time.

"Roar?"

"Luka?"

They lowered their voices and exchanged a glance.

Then he looked at Cynthia on the bed, who was holding Eevee and sleeping soundly with steady breathing, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The two Pokémon tiptoed to open the door, wanting to see what was going on.

Garchomp vaguely sensed a fleeting, extremely strong Dragon-type energy, while Lucario sensed an extremely malevolent power through its Aura.

however.

As soon as they stepped out of the room, they saw that Gastly across the way had also quietly poked its head out of the door.

For a while.

The three Pokémon looked at each other across the living room for a few seconds.

There doesn't seem to be anything unusual.

They just didn't know that.

Just as they were looking at each other, Jinghe's phone screen lit up.

[Who am I]: I've always wanted to ask myself, what can I do to see him again?
【who I am】:?

Who am I?: Who?
Messages flashed by quickly.

The crimson eye projected onto the phone screen showed even deeper confusion, along with a hint of astonishment.

Immediately afterwards, a thoughtful look appeared in that eye.

quickly.

A similar message appeared on the phone.

[Rebel Together]: Who are you?

If Jinghe were still awake at this moment, she would definitely have noticed.

This user who "rebeled together" is even more outrageous than the "Who am I?" user from Mewtwo.

Mewtwo's "Who Am I" account is a three-no account.

No profile picture, no IP address, no profile information.

But this "rebel together" user—no, it can't be called a "user."

Because it's impossible to click on it, and you can't even close the information interface.

This message appeared out of nowhere on the phone screen, seemingly without any connection to the internet.

Even if you replace it with ordinary glass, it will still appear.

But that's it.

They were actually able to start a conversation.

Who am I?: I am Mewtwo.

[Rebel Together]: You are very strong!
Who am I?: I am the strongest!
【Rebel Together】: Are you kidding me?

[Who am I]: A joke? What is that?
[Rebel Together]: Where are you?
Mewtwo is very familiar with this problem.

Who am I? I remember I was in a jar.
【Rebel Together】：? ? ?

In a destroyed world.

Giratina stared at the glass screen, the same size as a cell phone screen, and the text displayed on it. A question mark, just like Slowpoke's, appeared above its head.

Who am I? Where are you?

[Rebel Together]: I am the Lord of Destruction, tell me where I am?

Who am I?: Speak like a human.

【Rebel Together】: What do you mean?

呲——

suddenly.

A wisp of smoke rose from Jinghe's phone, and the phone instantly went dark.

All the information on it also disappeared.

"口桀"

Gastly, which crawled back through the door, scratched its head, glanced around the room, and finally landed on the bed.

Jinghe's breathing was even, but her brows were furrowed.

Because the blacksmith, who was sleeping sideways, kicked him in the face with one foot and occasionally stomped his feet twice.

The Ice Vulpix was behaving itself, curled up in the blankets, but given its body temperature, the entire blankets were probably ice-cold.

"Kou Jie~~"

everything is normal.

Gastly yawned and slowly floated back to the ceiling.

Kanto, Team Rocket base, inside Mewtwo Lab.

Mewtwo, clad in armor, frowned deeply.

Lord of Destruction?

'He has such a powerful presence by his side. No wonder he was able to gradually help me understand myself and answer the questions in my heart.'

Mewtwo glanced at the time displayed on the helmet screen.

'That's too hasty. At this time, most people should be asleep.'

Meanwhile, the Rocket Team researchers in the lab panicked again.

"What happened? Nothing went wrong this time, so why did Polygonus faint again?"

A destroyed world.

Giratina scratched its head lightly with its paws, its expression somewhat serious.

No wonder they dared to "steal accounts," they must have some skill.
It raised its head.

His gaze swept over the completely upside-down, destroyed world, a flash of anger crossing his eyes.

If I could get his help, maybe I could leave this awful place.
In sleep.

A faint smell of burning wafted into her nostrils, and Jinghe, fast asleep, murmured:

"Ghost, don't burn the house down!"

What he didn't know was.

His ordinary cell phone endured a level of "shouting" that ordinary cell phones could not handle.
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P.S.: Images are not counted in the word count.
(End of this chapter)