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Chapter 71
Chapter 71: Red, I've Never Asked You for Anything in My Life
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
"Raticate's Tomb."
By chance, Red spotted the tombstone in front of them. On it was a black and white photograph of a smiling Raticate.
The dust on this tombstone suggested it had been there for years. It couldn't have been built by Green or that hyperactive youth; it could only be described as a coincidence of fate.
Green had a Raticate too.
In a daze, Red recalled a story from the game world.
It was back on the S.S. Anne. The Green from back then was nothing like the composed and reserved figure he was now. If one had to describe his personality, it was at least ten times as arrogant as the flea-like youth.
On the deck, he had familiarly approached him, arrogantly issued a challenge, been familiarly defeated, and familiarly left with harsh taunts. Everything played out just like a game script.
But back then, Green had an incredible Raticate. Its speed was strange, describable only as being as fast as a phantom. It had even soundly suppressed his own Pikachu.
After their exhausting battle, their Pokémon had nearly all lost the ability to battle, even his, the victor.
It was at that moment that Team Rocket appeared.
Just like on the S.S. Anne in this world.
The entire cruise ship was plunged into chaos. The panicked, fleeing crowds separated him from Green.
Red had been lucky enough to make it to the medical room to get his Pokémon healed, but he didn't see Green again for a long time.
The next time they met was in Lavender Town, at the Pokémon Tower.
A place where deceased Pokémon were buried.
"Red, are your Pokémon dead?"
"What a stupid question... You and Pikachu are clearly alive and well."
"Heh... Come on, then. At the very least, I'll make it so none of them can fight!"
At the time, Red didn't understand the meaning behind those words at all. He only knew that from that day on, he never saw that Raticate again.
It was also from that day that Green's personality changed drastically. Although he still challenged him, he became more reserved and composed, constantly observing everything around him.
When it came to seeing the big picture and controlling the situation, even Red felt he was inferior.
Death was something Red had also experienced, but not at the beginning of his journey.
He could imagine the grief Green must have endured at that time.
Seeing the ghostly Red about to say something, the ghostly Green just gave a disdainful smile and said coldly, "Tsk, it's all in the past. I don't need your comfort."
"..."
"Ahem."
"Are we interrupting something?"
Just then, two ill-timed voices came from the side. It was Ash and Gary, who had just reached the third floor.
Seeing that the two masters' souls hadn't dissipated, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. But why was the atmosphere so strange?
The first thing both Red and Green saw was the paper fan in Ash's hand. They both shivered, their gaseous bodies trembling involuntarily, almost failing to hold their form.
What the hell is with this paper fan!?
Seeing this, Ash quickly stuffed the paper fan into Gengar's stomach.
Gengar is a Pokémon from another dimension. Its purplish-black body actually connects two different realms.
In other words, it's a Pokémon that exists between dimensions, able to store and retrieve things at will.
Freed from the suppression of the paper fan, the two once again resumed the posture of peerless masters. With auras like high mountains and vast oceans, they stood with their hands behind their backs, powerful and intimidating.
"So, how do we get back?"
Ash couldn't help but reach out to pinch the ghostly Red's cheek, only for his hand to pass right through.
*He really doesn't look like me...*
The master Green and Gary, on the other hand, were practically cast from the same mold, with the master just appearing more mature and steady.
Gary paid no mind to Green. After all, it was the same handsome face he spent half an hour looking at in the mirror every day. Nothing special.
He then turned and reached his hand toward Red.
This stern-faced master, with eyes devoid of any worldly emotion, was the counterpart to the blockhead Ash?
"Is he really a guy?"
Gary curiously reached for Red's crotch, his hand passing through just as easily.
Red: "?"
He was suddenly struck with the urge to become an evil spirit and haunt Gary for the rest of his life.
"Brother Red, you're like a vapor right now. What if I take a deep breath and see if I can suck you back into my body?" Ash asked tentatively.
It wasn't that he actually wanted to swallow Brother Red whole.
After a slight hesitation, Red agreed.
This state of being neither human nor ghost really wasn't good. He might as well continue to possess Ash's body. It was quite interesting, like watching a low-spec version of his past self slowly grow up.
Besides, in just these few days, he had a faint feeling that this youth named Ash was definitely not simple.
Just like in the game world, he himself was the absolute protagonist.
Perhaps Ash was the protagonist of this world?
Maybe in the future, he would even get involved with one or two deities. This would be of great use for rebuilding his body and performing a soul transfer.
Just as Ash puffed up his cheeks, about to inhale Red completely into his lungs, the ghostly Green beside them suddenly blushed and interrupted, "Ahem, Red, I've never asked you for anything in my life. Just this once..."
Red: "?"
"How about... we switch hosts?"
Red: "..."
In just these few days, Green had already faintly sensed it.
If he stayed with Gary, he would be driven to death by his antics one day.
However, Red refused him outright.
Did he even need to "faintly sense" it?
It was an inevitability.
He would never switch. Not in this lifetime.
Gary: "???"
Why switch? In what way was he not superior to the blockhead Ash?!
Soon, Ash activated his powerful lung capacity and began to inhale deeply. If measured with a machine, his lung capacity would definitely exceed 10,000, the kind that would put even a typical athlete to shame.
Red, as if being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner, had his entire ghostly body turn into a mass of sludge and was completely drawn into Ash's mouth.
"*Hiccup~*"
After completely inhaling him, Ash suddenly let out a burp, spitting out one of Red's Qilin Arms.
The scene instantly became horrifying. He quickly had to sink his qi to his dantian again and suck the severed arm into his stomach.
The next second, an unknown energy circulated within his body. By the time Ash came back to his senses, Red had reappeared in the depths of his soul.
Feeling this familiar shadow, Ash clutched his chest and smiled gently.
"Welcome back, Brother Red."
"Mm."
On the other side, Gary saw that this method worked and decided to copy it. Ignoring Green's ashen face, he sank his qi to his dantian and began to inhale with all his might.
However, having spent his years messing around, he didn't have Ash's powerful lung capacity. He took a deep breath, choked on it, and only managed to rip off one of Green's arms.
The next mouthful was his left leg.
His right leg.
His other arm.
The scene instantly became exceptionally horrifying. Even Ash, watching from the side, couldn't bear it anymore and asked tentatively, "Master Green, would you like to come over to my side instead?"
Green: "..."
*Damn it!*
*Why didn't you say so earlier!?*
Too late. The exhausted Gary finally finished inhaling the four limbs and body, and at last sucked in Green's head. He stood with his hands on his hips, panting, a dull ache in his lower back.
"That's it? I don't feel any different. This is pretty hilarious..." Gary muttered to himself.
The situation had just returned to how it was at the beginning. He thought there would be some difference, like he'd gain some cool skill like fighting with a ghost.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Green's ethereal shadow suddenly passed through his back and floated out.
Everyone: "?"
Seeing this, Gary's eyes twinkled. A bold idea formed in his mind. With a thought, he walked toward Green.
Sure enough, the two merged together again.
Seeing this, Ash also tried it out of curiosity. He silently thought about separating, and sure enough, Brother Red's afterimage floated out.
With another thought, the two merged again.
It seemed this paper fan was useful after all. It had given them a new function, allowing Brother Red's soul to separate from and merge with his body at will.
Ash was just about to share his joy with Gary when he saw that the other boy had already gone completely wild.
The latter was hopping back and forth like a flea, while the ghostly Green could only watch with an ashen face, forced to play along.
"I'm out!"
"I'm back in again!"
"Hey, I'm out again! How about that, Big Brother Green?"
Green: "..."
Damn it.
(end of chapter)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
"Raticate's Tomb."
By chance, Red spotted the tombstone in front of them. On it was a black and white photograph of a smiling Raticate.
The dust on this tombstone suggested it had been there for years. It couldn't have been built by Green or that hyperactive youth; it could only be described as a coincidence of fate.
Green had a Raticate too.
In a daze, Red recalled a story from the game world.
It was back on the S.S. Anne. The Green from back then was nothing like the composed and reserved figure he was now. If one had to describe his personality, it was at least ten times as arrogant as the flea-like youth.
On the deck, he had familiarly approached him, arrogantly issued a challenge, been familiarly defeated, and familiarly left with harsh taunts. Everything played out just like a game script.
But back then, Green had an incredible Raticate. Its speed was strange, describable only as being as fast as a phantom. It had even soundly suppressed his own Pikachu.
After their exhausting battle, their Pokémon had nearly all lost the ability to battle, even his, the victor.
It was at that moment that Team Rocket appeared.
Just like on the S.S. Anne in this world.
The entire cruise ship was plunged into chaos. The panicked, fleeing crowds separated him from Green.
Red had been lucky enough to make it to the medical room to get his Pokémon healed, but he didn't see Green again for a long time.
The next time they met was in Lavender Town, at the Pokémon Tower.
A place where deceased Pokémon were buried.
"Red, are your Pokémon dead?"
"What a stupid question... You and Pikachu are clearly alive and well."
"Heh... Come on, then. At the very least, I'll make it so none of them can fight!"
At the time, Red didn't understand the meaning behind those words at all. He only knew that from that day on, he never saw that Raticate again.
It was also from that day that Green's personality changed drastically. Although he still challenged him, he became more reserved and composed, constantly observing everything around him.
When it came to seeing the big picture and controlling the situation, even Red felt he was inferior.
Death was something Red had also experienced, but not at the beginning of his journey.
He could imagine the grief Green must have endured at that time.
Seeing the ghostly Red about to say something, the ghostly Green just gave a disdainful smile and said coldly, "Tsk, it's all in the past. I don't need your comfort."
"..."
"Ahem."
"Are we interrupting something?"
Just then, two ill-timed voices came from the side. It was Ash and Gary, who had just reached the third floor.
Seeing that the two masters' souls hadn't dissipated, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. But why was the atmosphere so strange?
The first thing both Red and Green saw was the paper fan in Ash's hand. They both shivered, their gaseous bodies trembling involuntarily, almost failing to hold their form.
What the hell is with this paper fan!?
Seeing this, Ash quickly stuffed the paper fan into Gengar's stomach.
Gengar is a Pokémon from another dimension. Its purplish-black body actually connects two different realms.
In other words, it's a Pokémon that exists between dimensions, able to store and retrieve things at will.
Freed from the suppression of the paper fan, the two once again resumed the posture of peerless masters. With auras like high mountains and vast oceans, they stood with their hands behind their backs, powerful and intimidating.
"So, how do we get back?"
Ash couldn't help but reach out to pinch the ghostly Red's cheek, only for his hand to pass right through.
*He really doesn't look like me...*
The master Green and Gary, on the other hand, were practically cast from the same mold, with the master just appearing more mature and steady.
Gary paid no mind to Green. After all, it was the same handsome face he spent half an hour looking at in the mirror every day. Nothing special.
He then turned and reached his hand toward Red.
This stern-faced master, with eyes devoid of any worldly emotion, was the counterpart to the blockhead Ash?
"Is he really a guy?"
Gary curiously reached for Red's crotch, his hand passing through just as easily.
Red: "?"
He was suddenly struck with the urge to become an evil spirit and haunt Gary for the rest of his life.
"Brother Red, you're like a vapor right now. What if I take a deep breath and see if I can suck you back into my body?" Ash asked tentatively.
It wasn't that he actually wanted to swallow Brother Red whole.
After a slight hesitation, Red agreed.
This state of being neither human nor ghost really wasn't good. He might as well continue to possess Ash's body. It was quite interesting, like watching a low-spec version of his past self slowly grow up.
Besides, in just these few days, he had a faint feeling that this youth named Ash was definitely not simple.
Just like in the game world, he himself was the absolute protagonist.
Perhaps Ash was the protagonist of this world?
Maybe in the future, he would even get involved with one or two deities. This would be of great use for rebuilding his body and performing a soul transfer.
Just as Ash puffed up his cheeks, about to inhale Red completely into his lungs, the ghostly Green beside them suddenly blushed and interrupted, "Ahem, Red, I've never asked you for anything in my life. Just this once..."
Red: "?"
"How about... we switch hosts?"
Red: "..."
In just these few days, Green had already faintly sensed it.
If he stayed with Gary, he would be driven to death by his antics one day.
However, Red refused him outright.
Did he even need to "faintly sense" it?
It was an inevitability.
He would never switch. Not in this lifetime.
Gary: "???"
Why switch? In what way was he not superior to the blockhead Ash?!
Soon, Ash activated his powerful lung capacity and began to inhale deeply. If measured with a machine, his lung capacity would definitely exceed 10,000, the kind that would put even a typical athlete to shame.
Red, as if being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner, had his entire ghostly body turn into a mass of sludge and was completely drawn into Ash's mouth.
"*Hiccup~*"
After completely inhaling him, Ash suddenly let out a burp, spitting out one of Red's Qilin Arms.
The scene instantly became horrifying. He quickly had to sink his qi to his dantian again and suck the severed arm into his stomach.
The next second, an unknown energy circulated within his body. By the time Ash came back to his senses, Red had reappeared in the depths of his soul.
Feeling this familiar shadow, Ash clutched his chest and smiled gently.
"Welcome back, Brother Red."
"Mm."
On the other side, Gary saw that this method worked and decided to copy it. Ignoring Green's ashen face, he sank his qi to his dantian and began to inhale with all his might.
However, having spent his years messing around, he didn't have Ash's powerful lung capacity. He took a deep breath, choked on it, and only managed to rip off one of Green's arms.
The next mouthful was his left leg.
His right leg.
His other arm.
The scene instantly became exceptionally horrifying. Even Ash, watching from the side, couldn't bear it anymore and asked tentatively, "Master Green, would you like to come over to my side instead?"
Green: "..."
*Damn it!*
*Why didn't you say so earlier!?*
Too late. The exhausted Gary finally finished inhaling the four limbs and body, and at last sucked in Green's head. He stood with his hands on his hips, panting, a dull ache in his lower back.
"That's it? I don't feel any different. This is pretty hilarious..." Gary muttered to himself.
The situation had just returned to how it was at the beginning. He thought there would be some difference, like he'd gain some cool skill like fighting with a ghost.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Green's ethereal shadow suddenly passed through his back and floated out.
Everyone: "?"
Seeing this, Gary's eyes twinkled. A bold idea formed in his mind. With a thought, he walked toward Green.
Sure enough, the two merged together again.
Seeing this, Ash also tried it out of curiosity. He silently thought about separating, and sure enough, Brother Red's afterimage floated out.
With another thought, the two merged again.
It seemed this paper fan was useful after all. It had given them a new function, allowing Brother Red's soul to separate from and merge with his body at will.
Ash was just about to share his joy with Gary when he saw that the other boy had already gone completely wild.
The latter was hopping back and forth like a flea, while the ghostly Green could only watch with an ashen face, forced to play along.
"I'm out!"
"I'm back in again!"
"Hey, I'm out again! How about that, Big Brother Green?"
Green: "..."
Damn it.
(end of chapter)
