An Immortal Caresses My Crown (Part 1)

"Mark, Mark, Jirachi thought you were dead. You scared Jirachi to death! How about... you don't become an immortal after all? Jirachi can protect you instead. From now on, Jirachi won't be lazy or fool around anymore. Jirachi will train seriously in Combat Training every day, okay?"

Jirachi shot into Mark's arms and tightly hugged his body.

"Mew~ Mew, mew~"

Mew flew into Mark's arms as well. It could train hard and protect Mark too, so Mark shouldn't become an immortal. It was far too dangerous!

"Lord Hoopa thinks Mark should continue becoming an immortal, Ho..."

Before Hoopa Confined could finish speaking, Jirachi and Mew both shot it a glare.

When Mark had just died, Hoopa had been the most at a loss and the most panicked, darting around everywhere like a headless fly.

It had said it would use Lao Lao to fish out medicine to save Mark, but not only had it failed to retrieve anything, it had nearly caused an explosion.

If Mewtwo had not stopped it in time, the explosion might have really happened.

"Labi~"

"Hiss!"

Like the Mischief Trio, Celebi and Kakuna came over together. Neither Pokémon asked Mark to stop cultivating on the Immortal Path; they merely asked about his condition.

The two Pokémon were more mature than the Mischief Trio. They knew Mark would never stop cultivating on the Immortal Path, so they did not ask.

A few meters away, the trash-collecting Shaymin had originally intended to rush to Mark's side too. But seeing that Mark had fully come back to life and appeared to be in good condition, Shaymin gave up.

Shaymin resumed its lazy expression, suddenly felt a little hungry, and immediately began chewing on the dirt beneath its feet.

When Mark had died two minutes earlier, Jirachi had wailed loudly,