Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice-Chapter 240: Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice []

Goodshow, who already regarded this great battle as his last duty as Chairman of the Pokémon League, was stationed at the far rear of the battlefield, overseeing operations.

But it seemed commanding was hardly necessary. freёnovelkiss.com

From the very start, the League side was overwhelmingly crushing Team Plasma.

This scene was hardly different from champion trainers bullying rookie villages.

Yet, even so, Goodshow's tightly furrowed brow did not relax, because he noticed a blind spot.

"Strange. Didn't they say the Dark Scientist Colress joined Team Plasma? Why hasn't he shown up?"

Dark Scientist Colress, an S-rank criminal wanted by the League.

He was guilty of severe crimes for illegally modifying Pokémon.

The International Police described him as not an inherently evil person, but too pure and naively innocent.

He had champion-level strength and, after N's capture, was one of the only two remaining champion-level members of Team Plasma.

He was supposed to be a primary target for this League operation.

But at this moment, he was nowhere to be seen on the battlefield.

"Could it be that they're hiding some secret weapon?"

The old granny next to him frowned in speculation.

Goodshow's white brows furrowed even more.

The League had suffered too many setbacks in recent years. Even now, with overwhelming advantage, he could not feel at ease.

"Lance, Leon, don't use your trump cards for now. The enemy may still be hiding something."

Goodshow's voice came through the radios in the ears of the two top champions on the battlefield.

"Understood, Chairman."

Leon responded as he faced off against Ryoku. With a flash, Ryoku recalled his defeated Cryogonal, and a Weavile slashed through the air at high speed with Night Slash.

But Charizard's Dragon Tail met it, sending the ambushing Weavile flying.

"Hmph! Trash like this isn't worthy of my trump card!"

On another side of the battlefield, Lance sneered arrogantly.

The area where he and Ghetsis fought had been cleared by both armies, leaving a large open space.

Clashes between champion-level trainers could easily sweep up the innocent.

Lance shouted.

The red Gyarados intercepted from Lysandre, replaced his usual Dragonite as he sent it out.

Almost the moment it landed, Lance raised his right index finger and tapped the Keystone hanging at his chest.

Gyarados MEGA EVOLVED!

The gigantic red MEGA Gyarados let out a roar, energy bursting from its body, immediately unleashing a Hyper Beam!

Ghetsis gasped for breath, his Hydreigon knocked aside by the overwhelming force of Mega Gyarados.

At the critical moment, three Bisharp suddenly appeared, opening their arms to deploy triple shields, forcibly blocking the Hyper Beam from the Mega Gyarados, even though it was dozens of times their size.

"Hm?"

Lance raised his eyebrows.

In an instant, three men in tight black outfits with masks—looking like ninjas—appeared at Ghetsis's front, left, and right.

"Is that the Shadow Triad?"

Palmer, who was fighting other Plasma grunts, glanced over.

"Shadow Triad?"

Wallace was taken aback.

"Rumored to be Ghetsis's personal bodyguards. Individually, they're not much, but together, they can unleash power comparable to a champion," Palmer explained.

"Team Plasma... really has talent..."

Wallace sighed.

If you added N (now captured) and Zekrom (now absorbed), Wallace couldn't imagine any regional League winning against Team Plasma without banding together.

Only the Indigo League at headquarters might have stood a chance.

"Mr. Wallace, look out!"

As Wallace lamented, Galacia suddenly cried out in warning.

Wallace felt a strong sense of danger.

A Thunderbolt came from the side, targeting his Milotic.

The attackers: a Gardevoir and a Gothitelle.

Behind them stood two plainly-dressed but attractive young women—Anthea and Concordia.

Like N, they were Ghetsis's adopted children.

They had similar abilities to communicate with Pokémon telepathically, though not as strong as N.

If the Shadow Triad were Ghetsis's confidants, these two were N's closest allies.

Typically, they took care of N's daily needs, but with N captured, they had to come to the front lines for his rescue.

"Eternatus!"

Leon shouted.

The Master Ball at his waist opened on its own, the blinding white light spreading wide enough to cover Wallace and his Milotic.

The double Thunderbolt attacks hadn't even landed before a huge shadow under the white light released a powerful shockwave, shattering the Thunderbolts into stray arcs.

"What is that!?"

Wallace stared wide-eyed at the massive skeletal figure protecting him and Milotic, unable to react for a long while.

Everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but look over.

The reason was simple: the thing was enormous.

Even in its normal state, Eternatus was over twenty meters long!

"So that's the legendary Eternatus? Even just watching on TV, you can feel its terrifying pressure."

Blue, in Viridian Gym, exclaimed.

Even though he'd seen it in newspapers, when Leon brought out his trump card, billions of viewers at home felt their hearts pound out of control.

Lance glanced back, sensing the toxic dragon's incredible presence. As the League's top dragon tamer, he thought to himself, "What a dragon," but outwardly sneered:

"That idiot. I told him not to reveal his trump card too early."

Truth be told, they hadn't considered Team Plasma a real threat.

But if Joker and Giovanni's Team Rocket intervened, things would get serious.

That's why Goodshow had instructed the two champions before the battle:

Against Team Plasma, use only your regular Pokémon.

The goal was to keep the two top legendaries in reserve until Team Rocket appeared.

But Leon's personality was too kind—seeing a comrade in danger, his body moved before his brain.

"Well, nothing to be done. Let's just finish this quickly!"

Goodshow rubbed his brow and decided.

Since Leon had already revealed his trump card, they needed to end the battle with Team Plasma as fast as possible.

They absolutely could not repeat the mistake from Indigo Plateau years ago, when Team Rocket swooped in and stole the victory.

"Thank you, Chairman."

Leon responded, waving his hand, "Cross Poison!"

At his command, Eternatus raised its massive tail, venom spraying like a fountain from the blade-like tip, slamming down hard.

"Dodge!"

Gorm, one of the Seven Sages, shouted in panic.

As a high-ranking Plasma member, he'd seen their king Zekrom's power before.

But compared to the monster before them, that was nothing!

The earth trembled under the mighty attack.

Mountains for miles around shook, boulders tumbled, wild Pokémon fled in panic.

"Amazing! That's the legendary Pokémon that nearly destroyed Galar 3,000 years ago!"

Palmer, flying in midair atop his Dragonite, stared in awe.

"Recall your Pokémon! Don't make pointless resistance!"

Leon didn't order a second attack.

Even his first Cross Poison had avoided the densest clusters of Plasma members.

Lance, up ahead, looked down on this—such soft-heartedness toward criminals!

"Master Ghetsis, please leave now, we'll cover you."

One of the Shadow Triad spoke.

The three positioned themselves in a triangle around Ghetsis, hands forming seals reminiscent of hand signs from Naruto.

If Stephen were here, he'd find this scene very familiar—like the Fourth Great Ninja War, where minor characters used Flying Thunder God to teleport Mei Terumi to Madara.

The Shadow Triad was preparing to do the same—three people together, able to perform instantaneous teleportation.

Lance, who had been watching the three, shouted, "Take them down! Dragonite!"

His giant Dragonite, even larger than Eternatus, leaped from his Master Ball.

Blue draconic flames burst from its body, and a massive Dragon Dive crashed down like a meteoric strike.

The Shadow Triad and Ghetsis were in dire peril.

Lance vividly remembered Giovanni's Dark Mewtwo from the Indigo Plateau tournament—a lesson not soon forgotten.

He would not fall for the same trick twice!

Boom!

A deafening explosion.

The battlefield shook violently.

A massive crater, over a hundred meters in diameter, was blasted into the center of the field.

Cracks radiated out, spreading wildly.

One of the Shadow Triad dropped to his knees, coughed up blood, and collapsed face-first.

Behind him, the other two supported Ghetsis, but they weren't much better off. Ghetsis was bloodstained, but not all the blood was his own.

The two remaining members were hunched over, gasping for breath.

The Bisharp who had blocked Mega Gyarados's attack was gone, but the red metal shards at their feet told the story of their fate.

As trainers, the two remaining Shadow Triad members were battered, bleeding from battered arms onto scorched earth.

"Children, don't look!"

In Pallet Town, Delia quickly covered her son's eyes.

Steven, watching from Hoenn, blinked twice.

Was it even allowed to broadcast such a bloody scene?

"Hmph... Only got one? But now you can't teleport anymore, can you?"

Lance let out a cruel sneer.

"Alright, time for you and your master to go together!"

As he spoke, not only Leon, Wallace, and the other champions, but also professors and good-hearted people all over the world watching, and even Green and Sird, who were secretly monitoring the battle, were startled.

Wait, was that something a League Champion should say?

"Is all you can do is bully the weak with powerful Pokémon? Even after getting Kyurem, you're still petty and small-minded."

An icy, mocking voice rang out.

Everyone turned to look.

A middle-aged man in a black cloak, with a white scarf hanging from his neck, had appeared in the left corner of the battlefield.

Silver, temporarily staying at Gold's house in New Bark Town, felt his heart jump at the sound.

"Giovanni..."

Lance turned with a cold look, spitting out Giovanni's name through clenched teeth.

But within two seconds, his anger became a sneer.

"Didn't expect you'd dare show up to die."

Giovanni ignored Lance's taunt, sweeping his gaze across the field, focusing on the despairing, defeated Team Plasma members.

"Those who won't give up, stand and fight on—as members of Team Rocket!"

Giovanni's simple words hit the battlefield like a thunderclap.

"Here we go again!"

At the rear, Goodshow frowned deeply.

Giovanni's move was no surprise—it was the same trick he'd used three years ago.

As expected, the previously hopeless Plasma grunts started stirring.

Given the chance, who wanted to go to jail?

"Bastard..."

Ghetsis glared at Giovanni with fury.

Stealing my people right in front of me!?

But Giovanni ignored him, walking over to the fallen Shadow Triad member, and checking his pulse.

"Hmm... Not dead too long..."

He stood, looking at the two who still supported Ghetsis.

"You two have strength. Abandon this useless master and join me. Of course, I'll revive your friend too—Team Rocket's boss has that power."

"Shut up!"

At that moment, Ghetsis and Lance were in rare agreement.

Ghetsis's Drapion and Lance's giant Dragonite attacked Giovanni together.

At the last second, several afterimages appeared—shields materialized above Giovanni's head.

Drapion and Dragonite's attacks slammed into the shields, but the shields didn't budge. Instead, both attacking Pokémon were thrown back by the rebound.

"Lance's giant Dragonite got repelled?"

Bruno, watching from Kanto, was stunned.

"What kind of Pokémon are those?"

Agatha's wrinkles bunched up as she squinted.

The floating, disc-like Pokémon in midair—she'd never seen them before.

"Genesect..."

Ghetsis spat out their names, his eye twitching in fury.

A man in a modified white lab coat entered from the other side of the battlefield.

It was the Dark Scientist, Colress.

But now, his coat bore a prominent "R" emblem on the left chest!

That emblem said everything.

"Colress, you bastard, you betrayed me!"

Ghetsis roared.

Genesect—Mythical Pokémon revived by Colress from three-hundred-million-year-old fossils, illegally modified and fitted with high-powered laser cannons.

The funding and support for Colress's research had come from Team Plasma.

Now Ghetsis felt utterly betrayed—Colress had used his money to revive legendary Pokémon, only to turn them against him!

"Don't act like I owe you anything, Ghetsis."

Colress pushed up his half-rim glasses, coolly replying, "If I hadn't been secretly controlling the minds of those listeners, would your boring plan for Pokémon liberation have gone so smoothly? We're just using each other. Don't pretend I was ever on your side."

Everyone at the scene was stunned. Alder frowned, "What do you mean?"

Colress explained calmly, "The League is short on talent. Did you think Ghetsis's 'Release your Pokémon, liberate them from Poké Balls' speeches could convince so many people to give up their partners? It was because, during his speeches, I used my Beheeyem to influence their minds..."

Everyone on the League side was wide-eyed.

After N got Zekrom, Ghetsis had toured, spreading his bizarre philosophy, and somehow lots of people actually followed him, releasing their Pokémon, causing major problems for Unova police.

The League had thought it was just the charisma of Ghetsis's speeches.

So this was the truth!

"They're all trash. Just wipe them out already!"

Lance, usually not this chatty, had had enough.

After losing to Giovanni twice in a row, this time he was determined to put him behind bars.

His giant Dragonite's right fist burst into flames.

He didn't know Genesect's abilities, but judging by appearance, it was likely a Bug-type.

So, fire it is!

Boom!

The flaming punch came crashing down.

The four Genesect, sensing the heat, scattered quickly.

A huge explosion sent flames skyward.

But neither Giovanni nor the Genesect squad was hit.

"Teleportation again? How boring. Is that all you can do?"

Lance turned to see Giovanni, calmly adjusting his fedora, standing not far away and sneering, "If a move works, use it. Fools who chase after flashiness will never become true masters. Like the idiot standing before me."

Behind Giovanni stood a humanoid Pokémon, covered in heavy armor—but Lance recognized it instantly:

Dark Mewtwo!

Meanwhile, in Alola, Stephen received a message from Sird—

[King, Cyrus is about to make his move.]