Taking the Stage

Dian glanced at the two people lying on the ground; the figures from before were just Illusion created by the Misdreavus.

It is estimated that before he fell into a coma, the two knew nothing about him except that he might have a Ghost-type Pokémon and Zubat.

That's for the best, so those two won't end up like the Meowth Trio, haunting him relentlessly.

He certainly doesn't want to have three more followers in the future. Just imagine, when you're enjoying a romantic moment under the moon, or when you've finally gotten to eat after being hungry for half a day, suddenly a few troublemakers appear. How much psychological trauma would that cause?

"Misdreavus, continue with the 'scorched earth' strategy. Hmm, let's skip this girl; we're on the humanitarian side."

Dian glanced at the two people at his feet. The members of Team Rocket should be richer than that Kidney-Deficient Youth from last time, right?

As for their Poké Ball, Dian didn't even touch them.

After all, it's hard to say what tricks the Team Rocket might have played, so it's best to stay away.

Soon, two more people were hanging from a nearby tree.

The palace maid looked at it and said, "Misdreavus, this won't do. It has no aesthetic appeal at all. The male should hang on the east side, and the female on the south side. That's the correct way to hang oneself from the southeast branch."

"Dream..."

The Misdreavus couldn't understand her Trainer's peculiar aesthetic sense. She rolled her eyes and then reluctantly arranged the items according to the palace's request.

The prince looked at it again and said, "Hmm, not bad."

"Come out, Skiploom."

The prince summoned his newly evolved Skiploom, "Skiploom, use Sleep Powder on these two."

"Hana!"

The Skiploom glanced curiously at the strange creature hanging on the tree and sprinkled some Sleep Powder on it.

After checking that it was almost done, Dian nodded, turned around, and left with his Pokémon.

He ignored the Poké Ball that had fallen to the Ground-type and the Raticate that had been beaten unconscious by the mob.

Only after Dian and the others left did the Pokémon resting in the nearby woods breathe a sigh of relief.

Damn it, a bunch of lunatics, fighting by the lake in the middle of the night instead of Rest properly. And those Luvdisc are crazy too, not dating during the day, they have to date on a full moon night.

You say you're going to talk, fine, but at least be quiet. Why are you worried about others watching? Just use the Ice Beam to clear the area. What a bunch of scumbags who openly act like hooligans and then put up banners.

They had finally gotten rid of the dead fish and were about to relax and go to sleep when, instead of a bunch of rogue fish leaving, a bunch of lunatics arrived.

Damn it!!

Three- Sentret hopped out, its bloodshot black eyes fixed on the corpse of Raticate lying on the ground and the two people already hanging from the tree.

Especially since the two people hanging in the tree were wearing sweet smiles, it was truly intolerable.

"Ta-qiu."

One of the Sentret cats pointed at the Raticate on the ground and let out a calm cry.

However, combined with its blood-red eyes and its bristling fur, it only made it look more terrifying.

"Ta-qiu, ta-qiu!"

"Ta-qiu!!"

The other two Sentret hesitated for a moment, but then, remembering that they had barely slept all night, their eyes flashed with a fierce light.

In the darkness, six Scratch gleamed coldly, and even the moon couldn't bear to watch the bloody scene that was about to unfold, so it shrank back.

The two Rattata glanced pityingly at the Raticate lying on the Ground-type, about to undergo a horrific execution, and then made up their minds. Well, they decided to ignore the Raticate and carry away the Healing Crystal that had fallen on the ground.

Oh, Ho-Oh, it's not that they lack compassion, but this Raticate has truly incurred the wrath of the masses. Don't you see there are still countless eyes watching from the Forest?

Swish, swish.

The two Rattata, having stolen what looked like delicious food, comforted themselves and happily left.

As for the terrifying sound of Hone Claws behind them, they pretended not to hear it.

Actually, these Pokémon whose Sleep was disturbed also wanted to cause them trouble, but they also understood the universal principle of choosing the softest Berry to eat.

That Trainer seems difficult to deal with. What if I go there and end up getting myself killed instead of getting revenge? That would be a huge loss.

Let's bully the easy targets first, and deal with the rest later.

Hmph!

Sentret's never too late for revenge!

Three Sentret on the ice, sharpening their claws and occasionally letting out a chilling laugh. They were going to give their guests a proper welcome that they would never forget.

"Ta-qiu..."

One of them, with its Sentret, appeared to have sharpened its claws.

Soon, a Venonat ran out carrying a Cheri Berry.

Pfft, pfft!

Sentret plunged his claw into the Cheri Berry, then pulled it out. Looking at the red juice on it, he smiled chillingly.

It immediately went to Raticate's side.

At this moment, Raticate was completely bound tightly by layers of vines.

Rub!

Sentret its Scratch high, as if announcing the start of some kind of ritual, "Ta-chu!!"

Pfft, pfft!

"Raticate!!!!!!!!!"

Growl echoed through the sky.

The sound was so mournful and desolate that it could make snow fall in June.

Unfortunately, this is only the beginning.

Step, step, step.

"Hey, James, how much longer?"

A woman with Magenta hair walked wearily forward, saying, "I'm so hungry!"

"Meow!! This is because you, Jessie, spent all the hard-earned funds on hair care, meow!! That's why we can't even afford Instant Ramen!"

A cat-shaped Pokémon with an oval gold coin stuck to its head uttered something truly astonishing—it actually spoke human language! It was a blatant mockery of countless people who failed foreign language exams.

These days, even a cat can speak a foreign language; it's a blatant slap in the face and a mockery.

"That's right! That's right!"

James, with his light purple hair, clutched his stomach and returned angrily, saying, "Jessie, you've gone too far! How could you spend our funds too?"

"Hmph! What do you know? A woman's life is her hair. Besides, this treatment is made with special ingredients secreted by the Bellossom. Look at the shine and the fragrance—ah, it perfectly suits my style."

Jessie stroked her precious long hair, lost in thought, then her expression instantly shifted to one of fierceness. "Meowth, James! You two have a problem with that?! You should know that what's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine, huh?!"

No, no!

James immediately raised his hands to indicate that he had no objections.

He lamented inwardly, wondering why all the women he encountered were like this.

"Of course I have no objection, in fact, I strongly agree with it."

When the upright-walking Meowth saw Jessie's fierce blue eyes turn towards it, it was as if it were seeing a terrifying Gyarados roaring at it. Immediately, it rubbed its paws together, looking all ingratiating.

"Snort."

Jessie his arms, looking displeased.

James wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, preparing to quickly change the subject.

"Meowth, look what's that?"

James suddenly pointed ahead and said...