Target Pokémon: Drowzee
Attribute: Psychic Type
Body: Inferior
Speed: Superior
Technique: Superior
Reaction: Superior
Momentum: None
Overall Assessment: Superior
Strength Evaluation: Qualified (excellent)
Description: Possesses intelligence matching that of humans, physically weaker, but with exceptionally strong spiritual power, far surpassing its kind, with the ability to control humans and Pokémon with weak wills.
Note: A failed product from a certain experiment, mentally extremely unstable, abilities are unique, recommend immediate removal.
This was the description of this Drowzee in the task file that Natsuhiko received from Lotto.
And his mission was to find and eliminate this Drowzee as per the information provided in the file.
To avoid unnecessary trouble.
The task reward was thirty thousand alliance coins, quite generous conditions.
Weedle, being both a Bug-type and Poison-type Pokémon, would take double damage from Psychic-type techniques, but similarly, the Psychic-type Drowzee would also take double attribute suppression damage from Weedle's Bug-type techniques.
It could be said that the two Pokémon mutually suppress each other.
And Natsuhiko and Weedle were quite confident in their willpower, plus the strength evaluation of this Drowzee was only qualified, weaker than the excellent Weedle, making it not impossible to complete the task.
What Natsuhiko didn't expect was that this Drowzee, noted as mentally extremely unstable, actually opened its arms, looking like it was ready to meet its death.
He didn't let Weedle take action directly.
Natsuhiko was curious.
"Why don't you run away? I know you have that ability, though controlling so many Rattata must have consumed a lot of your spiritual power, escaping shouldn't be that difficult." Natsuhiko said.
Drowzee ended the telepathy, and he could only speak out, but he believed Drowzee could understand.
Buzz—
Sure enough, after listening to Natsuhiko's words, Drowzee's eyes began to emit a blue glow again.
A voice echoed in his mind, "Someone, psychic power, blockade, city."
Upon hearing this.
Natsuhiko froze for a moment, and when he realized, his eyes widened suddenly.
Drowzee said someone had blocked the city, maybe it's not just targeting it, it probably didn't have such qualifications either.
But without a doubt, the whole Goldenrod City, if anyone could do this, it could only be the Dojo Leader of Goldenrod City, Nancy.
Having managed to escape the laboratory, even without using instant movement, it was believed it could leave Goldenrod City if it wanted to.
Why hide in such a remote, yet still traceable slum?
"Escape, to where?" Drowzee asked again.
To where?
This Drowzee, perhaps from birth, lived in a closed laboratory, facing various experiments every day with no experience outside the lab, where could it escape to?
Natsuhiko fell silent.
For this Drowzee in front of him, the whole world outside the laboratory was probably unfamiliar.
His eyes inadvertently swept over the box in front of Drowzee, children's storybooks almost obsessively arranged to perfection.
"Do you like reading?" Natsuhiko changed the topic.
Drowzee turned its head, carefully touching the obviously aged book with its three-fingered hand, "Before, I only had books. I also like, books."
A book-loving, learning-loving Pokémon, truly rare.
Natsuhiko took out a book from his arms.
After coming to this world, to learn more about this world and Pokémon, he read every day.
In this way, he was somewhat like this Drowzee in front of him.
Whenever he had time, he would read, so he carried one with him.
Seeing the book, Drowzee's eyes lit up instantly.
But because it was in Natsuhiko's hand, it didn't move, its ears flickering rapidly, as if suppressing some emotion.
"Like it? If you like, I can give it to you." Natsuhiko said.
"Really?" Drowzee seemed a bit at a loss.
Natsuhiko stuffed the book directly into its hand.
Drowzee carefully touched the smooth cover of the book, smelling the faint oil fragrance, somewhat enchanted.
But soon, its expression turned a bit desolate.
It shook its head and returned the book to Natsuhiko.
"Thank you, you're the first person who can wait for me to finish a story, and also the first willing to give me a book, you're a good person."
To receive a good person card from a Pokémon, Natsuhiko hadn't expected this.
"But I have no chance to read it, such a precious thing as a book, don't waste it."
The blue haze on its body from activating its psychic power became somewhat unstable.
"What if I say, you can live on?" Natsuhiko's eyes stared straight at Drowzee.
He had to admit one thing, Natsuhiko was moved.
"Hmm?" Drowzee was startled.
"Become my Pokémon, I can let you indulge in the joy of books every day, and also let you live on." Natsuhiko said.
"You want... to make me your Pokémon?"
Buzz—buzz—
Layers of halos flickered on Drowzee's body, circles of overflowing psychic power began to lose control.
"You want! To make me your Pokémon?!"
Drowzee's voice almost exploded in Natsuhiko's brain.
Out of control and unexplainably sudden.
The document's description, saying Drowzee was mentally extremely unstable, was immediately demonstrated.
This kind of spiritual pressure, Natsuhiko instantly felt like his head was going to burst from the inside.
This was after Drowzee had already consumed substantial spiritual power controlling over a hundred Rattata; if it were in perfect condition, Natsuhiko wasn't sure if he'd still be alive.
"Ugh!!"
Weedle sensed the threat to Natsuhiko.
Its mouth opened, spitting out a ball of silk, while its horn glowed with a purple light, shooting out three Poison Needles aimed at Drowzee.
"Suli!!"
Drowzee roared.
The silk and Poison Needles spat by Weedle were all blocked by psychic power, suspended in mid-air.
But Weedle wasn't surprised, it had experience battling Psychic-type Pokémon, and before this mission, Natsuhiko had instructed it on how to respond.
Weedle opened its small mouth, dense green light shining on it, tearing open a gap in the viscous psychic power obstructing its advance like a quagmire.
Thump!
Weedle leaped forward, directly knocking the frail Drowzee to the ground, the Insect Bite technique, rich with Bug-type energy, ready to strike, aimed at Drowzee's fragile neck.
"Weedle!"
Because of Weedle's effective offense and leap, the pressure Drowzee had on Natsuhiko was interrupted, making him timely stop its further actions with a shout.
"Hmm?!"
Weedle didn't change direction, its mouth still locked onto Drowzee's neck, asking.
Natsuhiko approached Drowzee, crouched down, seeing its bloodshot eyes, lightly stroked Weedle's back and said, "Sorry."
He had indeed considered capturing this Drowzee.
After all, Psychic-type Pokémon are relatively rare, and most Psychic-type Pokémon are very smart, possessing intelligence not inferior to humans, making them hard to capture.
He had been contemplating capturing a second Pokémon for days now.
Previously, the resources didn't allow, plus Weedle might evolve at any time, so he needed to reserve some for the evolved Weedle.
But now, with Weedle's growth cycle extended, and himself promoted to an intermediate trainer, he could earn more money to purchase resources, and intermediate trainer missions could also earn considerable rewards.
With stable resource income, it's natural to consider preparing for the second Pokémon.
It's just a pity, this Drowzee indeed became somewhat uncontrollable due to a certain experiment.
Such Pokémon must be absolutely avoided by Trainers.
If in a battle, the Pokémon disobeys, just losing the battle is manageable, but in a life-or-death battle, not following commands could be extremely fatal.
After apologizing to Drowzee, Natsuhiko nodded to Weedle.
And the already somewhat frantic Drowzee, amidst its frenzy, revealed a hint of relief, even some gratitude.
For it, the last respect given by Natsuhiko was already its greatest reward.
"Be careful... zz..." the last sensible voice of Drowzee echoed in the mind.
Spurt—
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