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Chapter 45
Chapter 45: Gary's Grave Has Already Been Dug
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
Vermilion City, Port 3.
In a remote corner.
Right now, three figures were furtively setting up a mysterious device on the Dock.
Bzzz-shoo!
As the power was switched on, a communication screen materialized out of thin air in mid-air.
On the screen was a middle-aged man in an orange formal suit, with a buzz cut and gloomy eyes, projecting an intimidating aura without appearing angry.
He was clearly a big shot who had long been in a high position.
Giovanni, the Boss of Team Rocket!
An ultimate magnate involved in the underworld, the legitimate world, and even the Rainbow Path. Even the Pokémon League, which currently held the most power in this Pokémon World, didn't dare to clash head-on with Team Rocket.
Its foundations had long since permeated every aspect of society.
Giovanni was seen sitting in his office chair, stroking a Persian with his left hand.
He had a cat, money, and power—the very picture of a winner in life.
He noticed the screen light up and casually asked:
"Who is it?"
But he had no idea that this simple question had triggered some kind of mechanism. The scene on the screen suddenly spiraled out of control. It even seemed like a powerful, hallucinogenic BGM was playing in his ears.
"To protect the world from devastation!"
"To unite all peoples within our nation!"
Giovanni: "..."
Beep.
Before they could finish, Giovanni had already cut the signal.
His brow furrowed even deeper. He could only move his hand to his lap, quickening his strokes to alleviate his frustration.
Stroke, stroke, stroke!!!
"Meow~"
The Persian meowed cooperatively.
Giovanni was in a foul mood today.
Tsk, was it those three low-level grunts again? Always neglecting their proper work to pull these gaudy, eye-searing stunts.
Can just anyone contact me so easily nowadays?
Then, as if remembering something, the corners of his mouth lifted into a cold, sinister smile.
"Speaking of which, the S.S. Anne sets sail today, doesn't it? Let me see just how far you can go..."
"#@%&￥"
"%￥#2*"
"!￥%&*#"
"&(*%￥@"
"Jessie!"
"James!"
"Meowth, that's right!"
The long-absent Team Rocket trio, captured in one fluid long take.
They even held their poses on the spot for a good while before realizing the communication device had gone silent.
"I get it! Giovanni wants us to go all out!"
"His expectations for us are as vast as the starry Sky, as dark and profound as that screen!"
"You guys finally get it, meow!"
The three used Work Up.
Full of Vital Spirit, the Team Rocket trio quickly changed into crew uniforms and, along with the main Team Rocket forces, boarded the S.S. Anne cruise liner.
This was Team Rocket's largest corporate team-building event of the year. They were bound to reach new heights and achieve glorious success!
"By the way, does that sharp-eyed little brat have a Cruise Ticket?"
"He does, he does! I snuck a peek last night."
"Hmph, then this time, that Abnormal Variant Pikachu will be ours for the taking, meow!"
At the Vermilion City Dock, many large ships were moored.
As a port city, the maritime transport industry had always been the pillar of its economy.
Although, in recent years, Vermilion City's news industry had been on a sharp rise, showing signs of becoming a pillar industry itself.
And the largest ship docked here was undoubtedly today's star attraction—the luxury Cruise Ship, S.S. Anne, on its official maiden voyage.
It was said that the boss behind this Cruise Ship was a big shot, the kind who could blot out the Sky with a single hand.
Early in the morning, Ash and his group arrived at the Vermilion City Dock.
There was no need to search; the largest ship was conspicuously their target.
It was nearly 300 meters long, its hull adorned with all sorts of decorative flower ribbons, looking quite luxurious.
It was said to have a displacement of up to 100,000 tons and was filled with all sorts of entertainment facilities—a full-service package including saunas, hair salons, and other grand health and wellness services, enough for a thousand people to eat, drink, and be merry for an entire week.
This was the world of the elites.
Extravagant.
Decadent.
Despicable.
And yet, desirable.
The four of them had arrived very early. By the time they reached the ship, the S.S. Anne had just opened for boarding, making them among the first group to enter.
Ash and the other two held up their cruise tickets, a symbol of their elite status, and passed through the checkpoint with beaming smiles.
Seeing the energetic girl in the white Poké Ball Sun Hat still standing outside the checkpoint, Ash turned his head and asked in confusion:
"Blue, aren't you coming in?"
Blue shook her head, her pretty, doll-like cheeks puffing up like a small balloon, her eyes wide.
After a day of rest and Brock's grand feast, her vitality was now fully restored.
Suddenly, she opened the crossbody bag at her waist and, unbelievably, pulled out an object taller than herself.
A Shovel!
While the trio and the ticket inspector all wore baffled expressions.
Blue fiercely plunged the Shovel into the Ground, then stomped hard on its top edge, digging up a small pile of dirt.
Scrape, scrape!
Soon, Blue had dug out what looked like a small, round pit.
The trio: "???"
Blue remained unfazed, continuing to dig her pit. It gradually transformed from a small, round pit into a rectangular one over a meter long.
After several days of tree-chopping training, her Stamina had already advanced by leaps and bounds, incomparable to that of an ordinary Body Refining Stage Trainer.
She was digging a Grave.
Yesterday, she had searched all over the streets for that lively, hopping flea.
But after searching for a whole day, she hadn't seen him.
"Are you hiding, you flea?!"
A deadly aura emanated from Blue's eyes as she looked up toward the Dock.
She had come so early today precisely to guard this sole entrance to the S.S. Anne.
She refused to believe that flea, who loved the spotlight so much, would miss such a grand banquet.
She had already dug the Grave for Gary.
North-facing, overlooking the Ocean, ready for the warmth of spring.
Blue had even jotted down a small advertisement from the Vermilion City official social media page, posted on a telephone pole—they offered professional funeral services.
As a Compatriot from Pallet Town, I will make sure you have a grand burial today!
"Hmph, I, Blue, will die today, I'll jump from here, but I will absolutely not board this ship until I've buried that flea alive!"
She shouted, her momentum immense.
Many of the elites who were successively arriving to board the ship, though not quite understanding, they found it impressive and burst into applause.
"Go for it!"
"Make sure you get a Video Recording."
"Use slow motion, the kind that can capture the ripples."
Although the trio really wanted to see what happened next, the allure of the elite life was clearly greater.
As for Gary?
Don't know him.
So, Ash and the others boarded the ship, leaving Blue alone, shouldering a large shovel, standing majestically at the checkpoint.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a female bodyguard hired by the S.S. Anne.
Soon, the three of them were on Deck.
The first thing they saw was a lawn like one on land, half the size of a soccer field. The Aura of the rich upper class immediately washed over them.
The S.S. Anne was divided into two areas. One was the Banquet Area, a place specifically for the rich to socialize.
The departure ceremony to be held in the evening would also take place here.
The other side was the Entertainment Area, which was the main focus of the trio's tour.
After all, it was still early morning, and boarding alone would continue until evening. Naturally, they had to go and enjoy themselves first.
The three looked around like country folk in the city, slowly making their way to the Entertainment Area.
As the crowd grew, Ash's group quickly held their breath and stopped gawking.
They tried their best to blend into this world of elites, applying psychological suggestion to themselves.
From now on, we are elites...
"Look!"
"So cool!"
At that moment, a series of gasps suddenly came from a spot on the edge of the Deck.
Ash and the others were instantly intrigued and hurried over, wanting to see if there was something interesting outside the ship.
A special Pokemon?
"Let me see..."
The three squeezed through the crowd and peered over the edge of the Deck.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
On the Sea Surface below, a figure was rapidly approaching the ship.
His knees were bent slightly, as if he were riding a wave.
Beneath his feet, it was as if there was some kind of mechanical engine, powerfully parting the surrounding water and leaving a long, white wake.
"Wartortle?"
Ash took a closer look and realized that under the water was a Wartortle. Its limbs were sturdy, and the force of its Surf was like that of a Speedboat engine.
And the person standing on its back was a Spiky-Haired Youth wearing a beach shirt and floral shorts.
His expression was carefree and self-satisfied, his shirt unbuttoned and flapping in the spray and sea breeze.
He had the look of a playboy.
As they neared the ship's hull, propelled by a suddenly surging wave, the Spiky-Haired Youth and the Wartortle pushed off at the same time.
They leaped up, soaring high from the Sea Surface.
Thud.
The next second, man and Wartortle landed simultaneously on the Deck's railing.
His chin was raised slightly, his gaze holding a trace of faint arrogance and ridicule as he looked down upon everyone around him.
"Is everyone here to welcome me? Hehe."
(end of chapter)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
Vermilion City, Port 3.
In a remote corner.
Right now, three figures were furtively setting up a mysterious device on the Dock.
Bzzz-shoo!
As the power was switched on, a communication screen materialized out of thin air in mid-air.
On the screen was a middle-aged man in an orange formal suit, with a buzz cut and gloomy eyes, projecting an intimidating aura without appearing angry.
He was clearly a big shot who had long been in a high position.
Giovanni, the Boss of Team Rocket!
An ultimate magnate involved in the underworld, the legitimate world, and even the Rainbow Path. Even the Pokémon League, which currently held the most power in this Pokémon World, didn't dare to clash head-on with Team Rocket.
Its foundations had long since permeated every aspect of society.
Giovanni was seen sitting in his office chair, stroking a Persian with his left hand.
He had a cat, money, and power—the very picture of a winner in life.
He noticed the screen light up and casually asked:
"Who is it?"
But he had no idea that this simple question had triggered some kind of mechanism. The scene on the screen suddenly spiraled out of control. It even seemed like a powerful, hallucinogenic BGM was playing in his ears.
"To protect the world from devastation!"
"To unite all peoples within our nation!"
Giovanni: "..."
Beep.
Before they could finish, Giovanni had already cut the signal.
His brow furrowed even deeper. He could only move his hand to his lap, quickening his strokes to alleviate his frustration.
Stroke, stroke, stroke!!!
"Meow~"
The Persian meowed cooperatively.
Giovanni was in a foul mood today.
Tsk, was it those three low-level grunts again? Always neglecting their proper work to pull these gaudy, eye-searing stunts.
Can just anyone contact me so easily nowadays?
Then, as if remembering something, the corners of his mouth lifted into a cold, sinister smile.
"Speaking of which, the S.S. Anne sets sail today, doesn't it? Let me see just how far you can go..."
"#@%&￥"
"%￥#2*"
"!￥%&*#"
"&(*%￥@"
"Jessie!"
"James!"
"Meowth, that's right!"
The long-absent Team Rocket trio, captured in one fluid long take.
They even held their poses on the spot for a good while before realizing the communication device had gone silent.
"I get it! Giovanni wants us to go all out!"
"His expectations for us are as vast as the starry Sky, as dark and profound as that screen!"
"You guys finally get it, meow!"
The three used Work Up.
Full of Vital Spirit, the Team Rocket trio quickly changed into crew uniforms and, along with the main Team Rocket forces, boarded the S.S. Anne cruise liner.
This was Team Rocket's largest corporate team-building event of the year. They were bound to reach new heights and achieve glorious success!
"By the way, does that sharp-eyed little brat have a Cruise Ticket?"
"He does, he does! I snuck a peek last night."
"Hmph, then this time, that Abnormal Variant Pikachu will be ours for the taking, meow!"
At the Vermilion City Dock, many large ships were moored.
As a port city, the maritime transport industry had always been the pillar of its economy.
Although, in recent years, Vermilion City's news industry had been on a sharp rise, showing signs of becoming a pillar industry itself.
And the largest ship docked here was undoubtedly today's star attraction—the luxury Cruise Ship, S.S. Anne, on its official maiden voyage.
It was said that the boss behind this Cruise Ship was a big shot, the kind who could blot out the Sky with a single hand.
Early in the morning, Ash and his group arrived at the Vermilion City Dock.
There was no need to search; the largest ship was conspicuously their target.
It was nearly 300 meters long, its hull adorned with all sorts of decorative flower ribbons, looking quite luxurious.
It was said to have a displacement of up to 100,000 tons and was filled with all sorts of entertainment facilities—a full-service package including saunas, hair salons, and other grand health and wellness services, enough for a thousand people to eat, drink, and be merry for an entire week.
This was the world of the elites.
Extravagant.
Decadent.
Despicable.
And yet, desirable.
The four of them had arrived very early. By the time they reached the ship, the S.S. Anne had just opened for boarding, making them among the first group to enter.
Ash and the other two held up their cruise tickets, a symbol of their elite status, and passed through the checkpoint with beaming smiles.
Seeing the energetic girl in the white Poké Ball Sun Hat still standing outside the checkpoint, Ash turned his head and asked in confusion:
"Blue, aren't you coming in?"
Blue shook her head, her pretty, doll-like cheeks puffing up like a small balloon, her eyes wide.
After a day of rest and Brock's grand feast, her vitality was now fully restored.
Suddenly, she opened the crossbody bag at her waist and, unbelievably, pulled out an object taller than herself.
A Shovel!
While the trio and the ticket inspector all wore baffled expressions.
Blue fiercely plunged the Shovel into the Ground, then stomped hard on its top edge, digging up a small pile of dirt.
Scrape, scrape!
Soon, Blue had dug out what looked like a small, round pit.
The trio: "???"
Blue remained unfazed, continuing to dig her pit. It gradually transformed from a small, round pit into a rectangular one over a meter long.
After several days of tree-chopping training, her Stamina had already advanced by leaps and bounds, incomparable to that of an ordinary Body Refining Stage Trainer.
She was digging a Grave.
Yesterday, she had searched all over the streets for that lively, hopping flea.
But after searching for a whole day, she hadn't seen him.
"Are you hiding, you flea?!"
A deadly aura emanated from Blue's eyes as she looked up toward the Dock.
She had come so early today precisely to guard this sole entrance to the S.S. Anne.
She refused to believe that flea, who loved the spotlight so much, would miss such a grand banquet.
She had already dug the Grave for Gary.
North-facing, overlooking the Ocean, ready for the warmth of spring.
Blue had even jotted down a small advertisement from the Vermilion City official social media page, posted on a telephone pole—they offered professional funeral services.
As a Compatriot from Pallet Town, I will make sure you have a grand burial today!
"Hmph, I, Blue, will die today, I'll jump from here, but I will absolutely not board this ship until I've buried that flea alive!"
She shouted, her momentum immense.
Many of the elites who were successively arriving to board the ship, though not quite understanding, they found it impressive and burst into applause.
"Go for it!"
"Make sure you get a Video Recording."
"Use slow motion, the kind that can capture the ripples."
Although the trio really wanted to see what happened next, the allure of the elite life was clearly greater.
As for Gary?
Don't know him.
So, Ash and the others boarded the ship, leaving Blue alone, shouldering a large shovel, standing majestically at the checkpoint.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a female bodyguard hired by the S.S. Anne.
Soon, the three of them were on Deck.
The first thing they saw was a lawn like one on land, half the size of a soccer field. The Aura of the rich upper class immediately washed over them.
The S.S. Anne was divided into two areas. One was the Banquet Area, a place specifically for the rich to socialize.
The departure ceremony to be held in the evening would also take place here.
The other side was the Entertainment Area, which was the main focus of the trio's tour.
After all, it was still early morning, and boarding alone would continue until evening. Naturally, they had to go and enjoy themselves first.
The three looked around like country folk in the city, slowly making their way to the Entertainment Area.
As the crowd grew, Ash's group quickly held their breath and stopped gawking.
They tried their best to blend into this world of elites, applying psychological suggestion to themselves.
From now on, we are elites...
"Look!"
"So cool!"
At that moment, a series of gasps suddenly came from a spot on the edge of the Deck.
Ash and the others were instantly intrigued and hurried over, wanting to see if there was something interesting outside the ship.
A special Pokemon?
"Let me see..."
The three squeezed through the crowd and peered over the edge of the Deck.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
On the Sea Surface below, a figure was rapidly approaching the ship.
His knees were bent slightly, as if he were riding a wave.
Beneath his feet, it was as if there was some kind of mechanical engine, powerfully parting the surrounding water and leaving a long, white wake.
"Wartortle?"
Ash took a closer look and realized that under the water was a Wartortle. Its limbs were sturdy, and the force of its Surf was like that of a Speedboat engine.
And the person standing on its back was a Spiky-Haired Youth wearing a beach shirt and floral shorts.
His expression was carefree and self-satisfied, his shirt unbuttoned and flapping in the spray and sea breeze.
He had the look of a playboy.
As they neared the ship's hull, propelled by a suddenly surging wave, the Spiky-Haired Youth and the Wartortle pushed off at the same time.
They leaped up, soaring high from the Sea Surface.
Thud.
The next second, man and Wartortle landed simultaneously on the Deck's railing.
His chin was raised slightly, his gaze holding a trace of faint arrogance and ridicule as he looked down upon everyone around him.
"Is everyone here to welcome me? Hehe."
(end of chapter)
