Robbery

It logged off? Jing He stared at the screen for a long time without receiving a reply from Mewtwo, lightly rubbing his chin twice.

Had he pushed too hard?

Actually, Jing He was confident he could help Mewtwo understand what the "id," the "ego," and even the "superego" were.

Only by clearly recognizing these things could Mewtwo truly understand the meaning of "I." It was not merely a name, nor was it simply a label.

Once it understood that, perhaps it would realize that although it was indeed very special, every Pokémon in the Pokémon World possessed its own uniqueness. The only difference was the extent of that "specialness."

Since Jing He was a transmigrator and a spoiler enthusiast, he already knew Mewtwo quite well. This was therefore a highly targeted course of treatment.

It was like shooting first and drawing the target afterward; he could justify it however he wanted.

But Mewtwo's sudden logoff made him feel as though he had thrown a full-force punch into cotton.

"Forget it." Jing He shook his head after sitting for a while.

Whether Mewtwo could accept it or not, he had already done what a Pokémon psychologist ought to do.

Mewtwo was still under Team Rocket's control. It would not crawl through the network cable to chop him up, would it?

After composing himself and resting a little longer, Jing He took Gastly, who had sneezed dozens of times, to the Training Room.

Little did he know that because of his "treatment," Team Rocket—the infamous underground force dominating the Kanto Region and Johto Region, whose network even the Pokémon League could not easily infiltrate—would have its entire network crash for a full day! Viridian City, Team Rocket Base.

Dim lighting brought a faint glow to the dark hall. Beneath the hazy light and shadows, a fiery red "R" stood out prominently. Reflected in the lights was a figure seated in a chair, stroking a Persian.

Beside him stood a bespectacled woman in a secretary's uniform, respectfully reporting, "...Boss, that is roughly the situation. Mewtwo should have accessed the network without anyone noticing, but it seems to have been provoked by something, causing its psychic power to erupt. Team Rocket's entire network was paralyzed, and even Porygon was affected. The estimated losses—"

"Provoked?" A deep, rich, magnetic voice sounded.

"Yes. According to the data the researchers obtained before the system crashed, Mewtwo's psychic power reached three times its usual level at the time. Its upper limit remains unknown!" As Sakaki's secretary, Mato faithfully reported the situation.

The hand stroking Persian's back paused.

"Meow—"

Persian opened its eyes in confusion.

"Can we find out who Mewtwo contacted at the time?" Sakaki placed his hand back on Persian's back and asked.

Mato looked troubled. "I'm afraid... it will be difficult. Because of Mewtwo's power, Team Rocket's network has yet to recover. Some important data from that time was nearly formatted because the database was filled to capacity, so..."

Moreover, while the Pokémon League could not infiltrate Team Rocket's network, Team Rocket could not easily infiltrate the Pokémon League's network either.

"Filled to capacity?"

Sakaki was somewhat surprised.

Team Rocket's database could rival the Pokémon League's database, yet it had been filled?

Mato pursed her lips, her expression becoming somewhat strange as she said awkwardly, "It was all 'Gastly Gastly.'"

It was as though you opened your blanket at night and found it filled with Gastly.

Sakaki fell silent for a long while before finally uttering one word.

"Investigate!"

"Yes!"

"Achoo—"

In the Training Room, Gastly, who was in the middle of training, suddenly froze before letting out a violent sneeze.

A thick, dark purple mist immediately burst from its body and drifted toward Jing He.

Jing He's expression tightened at the sight, and he hurriedly dodged aside.

A Poison-type move, Toxic Mist! After avoiding it, Jing He took a deep breath. Every time he trained Gastly, all kinds of "accidents" happened. Not only did Gastly need training, but he also ended up training his ability to dodge moves. He felt that his movements had become more agile lately. "Koujie, koujie..."

I didn't do it on purpose. Gastly looked at Jing He's glare and protested aggrievedly.

(._.)

"If you'd put away that 'what a shame' expression sooner, I might have believed you." Jing He patted his clothes and said irritably.

"Koujie—"

Gastly secretly sighed. Being the Pokémon of a Pokémon Psychology instructor was so hard. Nothing could escape his eyes.

Still, it really had not done it on purpose.

It simply did not understand why it had suddenly sneezed so much today.

"Forget it. You don't seem to be in very good condition today either. Training should be done in moderation, so we'll stop here for today."

Jing He took out an Energy Cube glowing with purple light.

"Koujie!"

The moment it saw the Energy Cube, Gastly instantly forgot all its troubles.

With an "Awoo," it swallowed it in one bite, revealing a thoroughly satisfied expression.

After training ended, Jing He simply decided to get off work early today.

The academy would not care when teachers like them came and went anyway. Professor Sorans from next door disappeared two or three times a week, yet nobody did anything about it.

Jing He had even heard that some academy teachers took on part-time work for extra income. For example, Battle Department teachers might serve as instructors at a Battle Club, earning far more than their academy salary.

However, after work, he did not take Gastly straight home. Instead, he headed to downtown Canalave City.

The Energy Cubes he had bought last time were nearly gone, so he needed to replenish them. He was also running low on vegetables at home, so he might as well stock up while he was out.

Taking Gastly shopping was actually quite difficult.

The little guy had slept for nearly a thousand years, so everything looked novel to it. If it fiddled with this and lingered over that, Jing He could not afford to pay for the damage.

But keeping this lively little fellow under control was no easy task either.

In the end, Jing He had to pay the painful price of "three Energy Cubes" to barely secure a relatively peaceful shopping trip.

Not counting the constant "Koujie, koujie" ringing in his ears.

Fortunately, everything went relatively smoothly.

When Jing He walked out of the Energy Cube store, his wallet had shrunk yet again, but Gastly had gained two weeks' worth of food.

Honestly, he had no idea whether it would last two weeks this time.

The last time, he had also bought enough for "two weeks," but Gastly had devoured it all in one week.

Gastly's appetite was far greater than he had expected.

He had increased the amount this time, but he did not know how long it would last.

"Sigh..." Standing outside the Energy Cube store, Jing He sighed. "I need to find a way to make money."

"Ah!!!!"

Suddenly.

A piercing scream rang out on the street, drawing everyone's attention.

They saw a masked man snatch a bag from a woman at lightning speed, then leap onto a motorcycle that had been waiting nearby, preparing to speed away with his companion.

The expressions of many bystanders changed as they prepared to step forward and stop them, but the robbers had clearly made thorough preparations and would not be easy to stop.

At that moment, a voice sounded as though it had spoken directly beside Jing He's ear.

"Metang, Confusion!"

Then a familiar figure entered his field of vision.

The other person also seemed to notice him.

"Steven Stone?"

"Teacher Jing He?"

I took my child to the dentist today, so the update was a little late. Sorry, sorry. Bows.