"I hope you will keep your promise."
An Absol looked at the woman in front of him and spoke coldly.
What was surprising was that this Absol wasn't using telepathy or similar skills. It was actually speaking human language.
"We will certainly keep our promise. As long as we win, we will give you what you want."
Ms. Psychic smiled lightly and made the promise to Absol.
Absol stared at Ms. Psychic's face, remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
"I will lead the others to launch a sufficiently massive offensive."
"Three days from now~ Don't forget the agreed-upon time."
Ms. Psychic added further.
Absol nodded again, indicating he understood. Then he lowered his body, placing his two front paws under his head, adopting a posture as if ready to sleep.
Ms. Psychic noticed his gesture to dismiss her. She didn't mind, however, and merely smiled lightly before vanishing from the cave in a flash.
After Ms. Psychic left, Absol stared wide-eyed at the empty cave, remaining silent for a long time before finally letting out a heavy sigh.
"I'm still a coward..."
As Absol sighed deeply, an Alakazam appeared in the cave.
Alakazam's face showed visible signs of aging. Even without undergoing Mega Evolution, it already gave off the aura of having undergone Mega Evolution.
Both in terms of appearance and demeanor, as well as in terms of power.
"Making such a decision in itself is already brave enough."
Absol shook his head upon hearing this.
"Betting the fate of the entire clan on a gamble—to be honest, I don't think that's what you'd call brave."
"But our opponent this time... is a god..."
Alakazam said with a sigh.
"We've spent our entire lives striving to reach the power of a god, but no matter what we do, we're always just a little short. We can't help but wonder if the pinnacle of power in this world is limited to just a few."
"If we want to go further, then we must take their place."
Alakazam spoke, his eyes flashing with a ruthless expression.
He knew and understood Absol's concerns. Gods aren't easy to offend. If they succeed, then the entire clan will prosper.
But if they fail, then the entire race being labeled as criminals wouldn't be surprising.
Absol's eyes were unfocused, unsure whether he was feeling uneasy, guilty, or excited.
"Perhaps our next generation will be able to break through this barrier. Among my descendants, there is one who is more talented than I was in my youth. He might be able to surpass me."
"But he still cannot surpass the gods!"
Alakazam roared angrily.
"How many generations have we struggled for that so-called goal? The entire species can only produce one Pokémon with an energy level of 100. And that one Pokémon must either break through the limit or kill itself to ensure its descendants have a chance to rise."
"Don't you think such a fate is too cruel for an old creature?!"
Alakazam panted, venting his emotions wildly.
The world has its limits, and their power is strictly suppressed. No matter how hard they try, they can't make any progress, which is really frustrating.
If he himself is incapable, then he has nothing, but why do those so-called gods have such power without even trying?
Why doesn't the world set limits for them?
Why do they have such status and power from birth, while he, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he strives his entire life, is still stuck at this bottleneck?
If he had only reached this bottleneck in old age, that would be one thing. The problem is that he reached this level of power when he was still young, and has been stuck at this level for over a century.
How could a Pokémon with such a pursuit of power accept this?
Absol could sense the intense resentment in Alakazam's tone.
To be honest, he thought Alakazam was right. Why should they?
If this world is so unfair, then why not join those madmen and destroy—or rather, reshape—this world?
"Attain divine status, grow stronger, and take their place…"
Alakazam's eyes gleamed with a deep, ruthless determination.
Absol no longer blamed fate. This proposal was something he had agreed to in the first place. They both knew this world was unfair, so they would seek fairness on their own.
Of course, Absol still couldn't be as "carefree" as Alakazam, truly indifferent to his own kind.
So he stroked the stone beneath his claws and fell silent once more.
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Katsuhisa stared at his two arms, speechless for a long time.
His arms had now transformed into a dazzling array of colors. The mixture of hues created a unique beauty, yet also evoked a sense of profound chaos.
"You cannot possibly harness this power."
The woman in black robes looked at Katsuhisa as though he were an idiot.
"The master of that power still exists. That is the fundamental reason you can barely use it."
If Al had died and scattered all of his essence before his death, then all of that essence would reveal its true nature.
It could easily destroy a planet.
Any planet.
"So the master of this power wants to laugh at me?"
Katsuhisa asked with a smile.
The woman in the black dress felt a bit uneasy at Katsuhisa's smile. However, compared to the perverts in her own organization, Katsuhisa was just an ordinary, normal person.
"Perhaps. Who knows? I don't know where the master of this power is now, or if they have any other plans."
"Maybe they just feel sorry for you and are willing to lend you their power."
This wasn't entirely unfounded. As far as she knew, the Thousand-Armed God had a pretty good reputation in the void, so it wasn't entirely surprising that he would do something like pitying the weak.
Katsuhisa smiled, raised his arms, and clenched his fists. He felt the chaotic, violent, yet powerful force within them.
"Maybe this isn't so bad after all?"
The woman in the black dress sitting in the chair shook her head helplessly as she listened to Katsuhisa's words.
Sure enough, after all this time, the man who had always been a bit mad had completely lost his mind.
Thinking this, the woman in the black dress couldn't help but think of Rope again.
"Why is such an outstanding person my opponent?"
'But having an opponent isn't without its benefits. In the end, what truly leaves a deep impression on someone is a powerful opponent.'