In Ye Xishui's eyes, this Pokémon, brimming with obsession and the aura of death, was undoubtedly the perfect core piece for her torture-based lineup.
The Marowak Spirit on the Screen actually flickered slightly, shifting sideways by half an inch at an eerie angle.
"Plop."
The Ultra Ball landed on the clearing, bounced twice, and showed no reaction.
A game prompt appeared at the bottom of the Screen:
[It dodged the thrown Poké Ball! This Pokémon cannot be caught!]
"Dodged it? Cannot be caught?!"
Ye Xishui slammed the table, disbelief filling her eyes behind the black veil. "I am the Death God Douluo! Even the soul of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast can be forcibly extracted by me, yet a mere Pokémon dares reject my contract?!"
Refusing to accept this, she opened her bag again and threw three Ultra Balls in succession.
Without exception, every Poké Ball was knocked away by the Marowak Spirit's white bone club.
[This Pokémon cannot be caught!]
It was as though the message were mercilessly mocking this Limit Douluo's arrogance.
"Don't waste your effort."
Lu Yuan's voice rang out from the bar at just the right moment. He was wiping a glass.
"Senior Ye, in the Pokémon world, this Marowak is not a wild monster. It is a mother."
"A mother?" Ye Xishui froze slightly.
"Yes! To protect her child, Cubone, from being taken by Team Rocket, she died at the hands of poachers. Her soul lingered in Pokémon Tower because of her concern for her child and her hatred for Team Rocket."
Lu Yuan set down the glass and quietly watched the large Screen. "This is one of this world's most fundamental rules. You can use Poké Balls to capture wild Pokémon that desire battle and strength, but you must not—and cannot—enslave