Three Months

Three months later, in the Basic Training Room.

"Gastly, use Toxic!"

"Jiejie~"

In the Training Room, Gastly's figure suddenly appeared beside the target at the center of the field. Then, a cloud of deep purple poisonous mist swiftly enveloped it.

The poison was potent. The hard training target sizzled as it corroded. Sato stepped forward to inspect the damage and saw dense holes covering the target. They were rather unsettling upon closer inspection.

"Not bad! Zorua, destroy the target with Dark Pulse."

"Kuso!"

Rings of black energy struck the target evenly. The Dark-type's powerful destructive and corrosive effects reduced the training target directly into a pile of wood chips, leaving no trace of the Toxic corrosion.

Previously, Sato had traded for the item Koffing through the Material Trading Platform. Every day, he let Gastly absorb a little of it and blend it into its smoke.

Gastly had spent half a month learning Toxic, then another half month mastering it completely.

Judging from this, Gastly's talent in Poison-type moves was not as high as its Ghost Type talent, but it had still basically reached the Elite Level.

Shadow Ball training had not stopped either. Its power and quantity were two values that rose and fell against each other.

Now, Gastly needed only one second to condense a single Shadow Ball at maximum power. It could also condense six weaker Shadow Balls in half a second and bombard the enemy in succession.

One move, two uses. It greatly increased its flexibility in battle and counted as learning half a multi-target attack.

Zorua had also made considerable progress. Especially after its Physical Quality caught up, its Elite Four level potential had fully erupted.

Dark Pulse had become effortless, while under targeted training, Fake Tears had reached the point where those who heard it felt sorrow, and those who saw it wept.

After three months of training, both Zorua and Gastly had increased their levels significantly.

Pokemon: Zorua

Gender: Male

Strength: Level 21 (Normal Advanced) Potential: Elite Four
Ability: Illusion
Moves: Scratch, Leer, Pursuit, Fake Tears, Dark Pulse, Fury Swipes, Surprise Attack, Scary Face.

Pokemon: Gastly
Gender: Male

Strength: Level 20 (Normal Intermediate) Potential: Pseudo-Elite Four

Ability: Levitate
Moves: Hypnosis, Lick, Grudge, Mean Look, Shadow Ball, Toxic, Curse, Night Shade, Confuse Ray.

In terms of level, both Pokemon had surpassed Level 20 and learned every move they were supposed to comprehend on their own. Most of them could only be used simply, however, and their power and proficiency left much to be desired.

As for their moves, the Two Pokemon had also begun to develop distinct Battle Styles. Though Zorua had not evolved, its moves could clearly be divided into two categories: weakening opponents and attacking! Gastly was different. Sleep, paralysis, poison, confusion, curse—any one of those negative conditions would be enough to make an opponent suffer badly.

Sato secretly felt fortunate. Luckily, he had taken a gamble that Kalo, the Blue Rank Killer, would not stop him from receiving his Starter Pokemon.

Otherwise, with only Zorua, carrying out Sato's plan would have been far more difficult.

"Beep beep beep!"

The Training Room doorbell rang. The cold mechanical voice immediately cooled Sato's good mood.

"My lord, the trial begins tomorrow. You still have 100 points remaining. May I ask..."

"I've already sent you what I need. Deliver it to my room once you've bought it."

After saying that, Sato walked around Likka, who was blocking the doorway, and headed straight back to his room.

Likka secretly Sighed in relief. Over the past Three Months, the number of times they had spoken could be counted on one hand. Every conversation required her to prepare herself mentally for a long time.

She secretly glanced into the Training Room. The scattered wood chips on the floor proved just how intense the training had been.

Remembering how the other White Rank Attendants bragged about which newcomer was stronger, Likka stuck out her tongue slightly. The one she was responsible for was probably the most deeply concealed of them all.

The vibration of her nameplate Pulled Back her thoughts. Sato had already sent her the list of supplies he needed. Not daring to delay, Likka quickly closed the Training Room and hurried off to prepare them.

Sato browsed the internal notices on his nameplate. At his current rank, he could only see basic information, such as a certain killer's rank increase or what items had recently been added to the Material Trading Platform.

However, the advanced reconnaissance methods Sato had learned in his previous life had not been for nothing. There was always logic behind the patterns formed by data.

For instance, among the Basic Training in reconnaissance and disguise that newcomers were currently learning, certain basic tools would be used in large quantities. Thus, certain items on the Material Trading Platform would sell in large quantities.

Accordingly, supplies that could identify, prevent, and counter reconnaissance were what Sato currently needed to analyze and gather.

Before long, Likka brought over all the supplies Sato needed. The 100 points were spent down to the last one.

"My lord, I wish you victory from the start and a good Ranking!" Likka hurriedly said before Sato could shut the door and Drive Away her.

"...Mm."

After closing the door, Sato quickly put Likka out of his mind. Though she would likely be implicated by him, as a White Rank Attendant, she also understood that only by clinging tightly to his rope would she have a chance to rise.

After spending so much time together, Likka was not completely unaware of his strength. As for how much of her blessing was sincere and how much was self-interest, perhaps even she herself did not know.

After checking the supplies Likka had delivered and sorting them all into his Spatial Backpack, Sato carefully considered the plan ahead. That night, he did not Rest or meditate. He simply Sat On the spot quietly until dawn.

Early the Next Morning, Sato left his room at eight o'clock sharp and Arrived At the Training Ground to assemble. By eight-thirty, All Arrived. Twenty Red Card Killers acting as trial recorders also silently Appeared In Front Of them.

Among them were two scents Sato recognized. One belonged to the Red Card Killer he had clashed with during the Bloody Cage Trial. The other belonged to the killer who had brought him to the Ghost Ship Organization—the Deputy Leader for This Time trial, a Green Rank Killer one rank above Red! Perfect. He could settle both at once and be done with it! Sato kept his head lowered, but the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled upward.

"The contents of This Time trial were sent to your nameplates last night. Figure out any questions yourselves. The HL Branch has 20 participants. I hope a few more of you make it out."

The leader was a Blue Rank Killer, though not Kalo. With a burly physique like a brute's, he did not look like a killer at all. There were also two Green Rank Killers serving as Deputy Leaders, along with twenty Red Card Killers. This lineup Cannot Be Said To Be Weak.

"Alakazam, Teleport!"

"Hu-ke!"

All personnel entering and leaving the organization did so through Pokemon capable of using Teleport. Its secrecy was extremely high, and it also proved from another angle that the killer organization was very wealthy.

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