Starting with the Different Colored Gas Bomb, he became the Poison Master.

Chapter 484 The Journey of the United States (6)

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Roar!!!"

With a sudden burst of lightning, Zekrom was abruptly interrupted before he could even unleash his attack.

It launched a series of first strikes in the air!

"Bang!!"

This legendary "ideal dragon" is being brutally beaten without any dignity.

Czechoslovakia

How weak it is!

How utterly incompetent!

Super Dream Y was so fast that it sent the entire object flying like a volleyball being hit.

If we can catch up with their speed.

It's not hard to see that Czechoslovakia has been frozen into an "ice ball".

It's the Freeze Punch!

Mega Rayquaza unleashes its Extreme Speed, keeping pace with Mega Mewtwo X!

They each took turns bombarding the ice hockey puck back and forth!

Finally, the remaining three unleashed "Cleansing Light," "Root Wave," and "Cliff Sword" respectively to finish off the remaining enemies.

"Whoosh~!!!!"

"BOOMMM!!!"

Latios' signature move!

The "Black Dragon" of the Black and White Twin Dragons suffered a crushing defeat before even making a single move!

It struck like a meteorite falling from the sky, leaving N feeling deeply shaken.

That was it, what's there to say?

"Roar!!!!"

[Too weak, utterly vulnerable!!]

[......]

Rayquaza and Mewtwo were enjoying themselves, but neither was satisfied.

It ended too quickly, after all...

Latios disliked this kind of gang fight and did not comment.

N stood frozen in place, like a sculpture.

Rebecca then spoke.

"Big brother, I've listened patiently to everything you wanted to say before... Now, why don't you listen to what I have to say?"

"……it is good."

N's feelings were extremely complicated, a sense of falling from heaven to hell.

He trembled, terrified, and shocked...

But more than anything, it was curiosity about Rebecca.

People are different because of their various experiences and encounters.

Various innate and acquired factors can create all sorts of strange and wonderful people.

There are people like him in this world.

There are also people like Rebecca.

"Whether you're a human or an elf, we all want a better life, don't we?"

"Even if all elves are freed from human hands, the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest will still remain unchanged once the elves return to nature..."

Rebecca tried to bring up a topic.

"That's the elves' own business; we humans have no right to interfere!"

N quickly took the bait and said something childish.

“Alright, then let’s do it your way. Humans will not interfere in anything concerning the elves, and let nature select and eliminate the weak.”

"Then at that time, the strong will surely defeat the weak."

Is there a problem with this?

"Of course!"

Rebecca smiled slightly.

"Since it's always the strong defeating the weak, why must the strong be an 'elf' and not a 'human'?"

"Your Plasma Team's so-called liberation of the Pokémon from humans..."

"In essence, it is about 'human selection' to decide who will be the next 'strongest'."

"This power of selection is something that only the strong possess."

"..."

"Therefore, what your Plasma Team did cannot be called justice; it was merely to satisfy your selfish desires."

N is someone who was raised in a closed environment from a young age.

Although he was in his early twenties, he couldn't win an argument with the little girl in front of him.

He was speechless several times, his lips moving only slightly.

He couldn't utter a word in rebuttal; he remained completely silent.

N believes that even now, if the two of them were to fight using ordinary, conventional combat power...

Whether in a regular match or a deathmatch, he was no match for Rebecca!

Why not finish speaking to the girl in front of you?

What Rebecca just said is actually what it was supposed to be.

N had never considered this in the previous 20 years of his life.

Perhaps the very idea of ​​liberating elves from all humans is an extremely arrogant one?

But so what?

As a king, one must have one's own pride, mustn't one?!

"Then let's talk about what happened next."

"Big brother, have you thought about how to lead the elves after you liberate them?"

"Lead them?"

Another question that N hadn't considered.

He never intended to lead the elves.

If I were to liberate all the elves in the world, would I then have to lead all of them?

This is far too evil!

N's innate sense of morality and values ​​would absolutely not allow him to do such a thing.

Rebecca saw that he was so sentimental and indecisive.

She showed a pleased expression.

That's what makes this man so adorable.

"Heh, it seems you don't understand at all, big brother."

"Your ideals were instilled in you by others, not from your own heart. This contradiction makes you unworthy to be called king."

"Then what brilliant ideas do you have? Do you want to be like your Rockets team?!"

"I've heard about what your Rockets have been doing."

"In your hands, elves are just goods, commodities. You're not even human; you're just a bunch of '￥@%'!"

N was enraged and powerless.

Rebecca smiled and let him finish.

"Let's put it another way, N. Do you think trainers should have personal desires? Should they consider and take into account the feelings of their Pokémon?"

"Of course! As a trainer, you definitely have to consider these things!!"

You're wrong, terribly wrong!

“Quechice, come out here. Do you expect me to discipline your son?”

Rebecca's sudden remark abruptly ended the conversation with N.

Quixote watched from the sidelines the whole time.

Unexpectedly, the script he had painstakingly arranged was easily disrupted by Rebecca, an outsider.

"You wretched brat, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?!"

"Weaken everyone, and then I, Quigish, will take control of the entire world!!"

"Ha, you?"

She unleashed the gem starfish and, without a word, launched an attack on Quixote.

"Come out!"

Quixote also released a large number of elves.

The Coffin of Death, the Three-Headed Dragon, the Commander Slayer...

Releasing these small fry now will only make us look foolish.

"What do you know, you brat?! Uh!!"

A sharp sickle pierced through the man's forehead.

It's Rebecca's scythe helmet.

It is trained specifically to kill trainers and never participates in direct combat.

With a gentle pull, the sickle foot was removed from his head.

The other sharp scythe-like foot sliced ​​across Quixote's face.

He knelt helplessly on the ground.

His entire face was sliced ​​off and slid to the ground.

Such superb skill is simply art!!

This villain remained kneeling until his death... truly embodying the phrase "shameless."

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The three Pokémon on the main battlefield have already been defeated by Starmie.

Frozen meat and ice crystals were scattered all over the ground.

N could only watch helplessly as his "father" was killed.

He seemed still immersed in the illusory dream of founding a nation.

...unable to accept the shattering of dreams.

Just then, Rebecca pulled him back to the harsh reality.

"Listen carefully, as a trainer, you must have extremely strong personal desires, be autocratic with your Pokémon, and fully demonstrate your personal charisma."

"Only in this way can we build a powerful team, with the trainer at the core, and achieve glory!"

Similarly, to become a "king," one must live a vibrant and authentic life to inspire followers!

"To make everyone envious and vow to be just as strong one day, that is how we build cohesion."

“N, you are only liberating the elves without leading and ruling them. That will only bring disaster to all living beings.”

"They're not even as good as the Rockets!"

"Our Rockets team symbolizes absolute dominance, and absolute 'domination and control' will give rise to absolute 'order'."

As she spoke, Rebecca lifted her feet off the ground, came to N, and lifted his chin.

"Big brother, from now on, I want you to join Team Rocket, or you'll die here..."

These words, spoken softly, struck N's heart like a heavy hammer.

It's like killing someone by breaking their spirit.

N is currently facing immense physical and mental pressure and is on the verge of collapse.

Could it be that everything he's known since childhood has been a lie?!

"Stop thinking about Quixote. There's nothing about him worth your lingering feelings."

Rebecca patted N's face.

It feels really good.

"You heard what he said earlier. He's just an arrogant, ambitious, ordinary, and confident... old man."

"If you've made up your mind, then contact me."

As she spoke, she retrieved five of them, the terrifying "legendary natural disasters".

This is why N dared not make any rash moves throughout the entire process.

After all, it comes down to life and death.

Something terrifying is going to happen!

"and many more!"

Rebecca was about to board Latios and fly towards the Alliance building below.

"If I agree to join Team Rocket, can I promise not to harm my subordinates? They... are all innocent!"

"..."

Initially, Team Plasma's only goal was to restore their nation.

From this perspective, N has a certain Murong Gongzi vibe.

So within this organization.

Many members are fairly normal; guys like Quixote are a minority.

"Yes, but they all have to join the Rockets."

"..."

"Don't feel wronged."

"The Rockets' strength is currently mainly in Kanto and Chengdu."

“Our branch in Fengyuan is growing rapidly. If we add the United Front here, we can become an organization that spans four regions.”

"Only in this way can your dream of restoring your country be realized!"

"Think it over carefully. Call me when you've made up your mind. I'm very busy."

After saying that, Rebecca got into Latios without looking back.

"Well!!"

She hurried toward the Alliance building below.

And N on the other side.

His feelings were extremely complicated, and he had no choice but to run around trying to get his men to stop their attacks on the alliance.

"Your Majesty, why have we stopped this operation?!"

"Don't let us down after all the hard work we've put into nurturing you..."

The "Seven Sages" before us are the backbone of Team Plasma.

Originally, there were supposed to be eight sages.