Elf: Starting as the Fighting Gym Master, and being entangled by Nancy

Little Riolu was like a nightmare, lingering in his mind.

mew, mewtwo...

Mewtwo was furious when he thought that his name was "Little Riolu" with "two" added to the end.

It doesn't want to be "two", it wants to be No.1 that surpasses the original body!

"No problem, but I must state in advance that not all Pokémon have the ability to master Wave. Aside from Lucario and humans, it is very difficult for other types of Pokémon to truly master Wave."

Li Xuan looked troubled as he explained to Mewtwo how difficult it was to master the power of wave guidance. "There are so many people in the world, but there are only a handful of trainers who understand the power of wave guidance as well as I do."

"So, you should know how rare it is to have a 'famous teacher' like me, right?"

After saying that, Li Xuan smiled indifferently.

Mewtwo pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Okay, then I'll tell you first. You must teach me how to use the power of wave guidance later."

"No problem. I, Li Xuan, always keep my word and never cheat."

Li Xuan shook his fingers and patted his chest.

He definitely wouldn't do such a thing.

"Okay, then I'll share my memories with you."

Mewtwo closed his eyes, and his super powers surged, gently covering Li Xuan and Riolu.

Memories gradually flooded back, and the time came to half an hour ago.

……

……

The suburbs of Yuhong City, the only way to get to Jinhuang City.

Inside the escort vehicle, the chill of the metal seat seeped into my bones through the thin prison uniform.

Akromah's hands, bound by nylon ropes, twisted unnaturally, leaving red marks on his wrists.

The scenery outside the window was rapidly receding, and every kilometer was pushing him into an abyss from which he could not escape.

"How about a deal, Master Sakaki?"

Akromah's voice was very low, but it couldn't hide his urgency.

The eyes behind the lenses were fixed on Sakaki in the front row, trying to catch any signs of hesitation from that tall figure.

The bump in the car's body when it rolled over the speed bump caused Akromah's forehead to hit the front guardrail.

This insignificant pain made him suddenly realize.

Once he arrived at that iron prison built on the quartz plateau, his epoch-making research would forever be sealed in evidence bags and molder.

"I have the most core genetic map of Team Plasma..."

Akromah's lips were almost pressed against the bulletproof glass, the white mist from his breath blurring the road signs outside the window. "There's also a formula that can allow ordinary Pokémon to break through the limit of their racial value..."

"Mr. Akroma, you are a prisoner now. Besides, I am the gym leader of the Kanto Alliance. You are trying to bribe me in a situation like this. Are you kidding me?"

Sakaki, who was sitting in the front row, looked straight ahead.

Akromah's proposal was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing ripples in his heart, but soon it calmed down.

Breaking the limit of racial value?

He sneered in his heart. He had thrown this idea into the waste pile more than ten years ago.

How could a truly ambitious person be satisfied with transforming ordinary things?

What he wanted was to forge a myth from scratch, to make the life forms born in the laboratory possess a dreamlike quality...

Oh no, it’s a power beyond imagination!

Akromma's embarrassed look was reflected in the rearview mirror, and Sakaki's mouth corners tightened almost imperceptibly.

These mediocre people will never understand that while others are still figuring out how to strengthen Pokémon, he has already accomplished a subversive feat!

The existence of Mewtwo is the best interpretation of his ambition!

Flowing in that body that was fused with the strongest genes was not only the fighting instinct, but also Sakaki's crazy declaration of wanting to rewrite the rules of the world!

After receiving Sakaki's blunt rejection, Akromma's chest heaved violently. The mist on his lenses blurred his vision, but it couldn't hide the resentment surging in his eyes.

"Are you kidding? No! If Genesect could have unleashed his true strength, the ending would definitely not be like this..."

The design drawings of Genesect were still clearly visible in his mind. Those equations that perfectly combined the ancient genes of 300 million years ago with modern particle cannons should have rewritten the entire history of Pokémon evolution!

As a result, he was killed directly by a little Riolu.

Those who don’t know would think that Genesect is just an ordinary bug Pokémon.

But Akromah can be sure that his Genesect has the strength of a champion!

Thinking of this, Akromah felt that Li Xuan and the little Riolu were extremely weird!

One slapped away the nearly champion-level Big Woof, and the other crossed the race and learned the Big Word Explosion, killing the champion-level Genesect in seconds!

What kind of existence are they?!

Akromah looked up, the dark roof of the car seemed like his invisible future.

No matter what the cost, as long as I can let him escape, I will work like a slave for you!

Cool!

The car swerved, throwing Akromah against the cold metal wall.

"Hahaha……"

The stinging pain on his forehead made Akromah laugh out loud.

The laughter sounded particularly harsh in the closed compartment.

How ironic!

He can bring extinct ancient giant insects back to life, but he cannot get a chance to survive for himself.

The micro hard drive in the pocket of his research coat rubbed against his ribs. It contained research data that could revolutionize academia...

The Rockets' confidential data!

Do you really want to rot in prison with me?

His nails dug into his palms, Akromah looked up at the sky through the grimy car window.

At this moment, he wished he could be like the cannon barrel on Genesect's back and blast open the damn shackles of fate.

"Human, do you want to be free?"

A question suddenly came into Akromah's mind.

This made his pupils tremble!

Could it be that his own golden finger grandfather has arrived? !

Chapter 330 Sakaki VS Team Rocket Leader?

Could it be that his own golden finger grandfather has arrived? !

An absurd idea suddenly flashed through Akromma's mind.

Is this really going to be a scene from a third-rate novel?

He thought about the pile of cheap light novels he found in Team Plasma's laboratory, among which the one called "I'm Reincarnated as a Doctor in Unova" made him sick.

What is this "old man in the ring" and "soul mentor"? Can this setting that violates the law of conservation of energy be called science fiction?

Ah……

Ghost-type Pokémon is scientifically sound.

Akromah sneered to himself, his bound hands twitching nervously.

Those so-called "golden fingers" are nothing more than alternative money-seeking spirits nurtured by the trainer with his life force.

Just like a candlelight spirit absorbing the flame of life, the more powerful the "hack", the greater the price it demands...

The car body suddenly jolted violently, interrupting his wandering thoughts.

Akromah bit his lower lip hard, and the taste of rust spread in his mouth.

I'm really crazy, thinking about this at a time like this!

What's needed now isn't some damn old man, but a laser cutter that can cut through these damn restraints!

"I ask you again, human, do you want to be free?"

When the voice sounded again, Akromah's breathing suddenly stopped.

This time it was no illusion.

Each syllable seems to strike directly on the brain nerves, with an undeniable presence.

"who……?"

Akromah's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and the pupils behind the lenses contracted sharply.

His scientist instinct made him immediately rule out the possibility of auditory hallucination.

But this clear sound was like... someone had implanted a sound-generating device into his head!

It's like sound is transmitted through bones.

At this moment, only his own breathing echoed in the carriage.

But the voice did exist.

It was like a virus lurking deep in the data stream, accurately avoiding all of Akromah's rational defenses and directly striking at the most primitive desire for survival.

"I want to be free!"

No matter if it was an old man who had taken over someone else's body or a Pokémon that specialized in absorbing life force, Akromah wanted to survive at this moment!

He can do anything to survive!

"Okay, in that case, I will grant you freedom."