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Chapter 73
Chapter 73: Lambda: ? (First Update)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
“Cubone! Cubone!”
Wielding a bone club larger than itself, the Cubone turned to protest Ash's earlier nonsense.
“What’s wrong, Cubone? Are you cheering for my righteous deed?” Ash said with a smile.
In his mind, the line between good and evil was simple: humans were good, ghosts were evil.
Especially that ghost, which was wreathed in a dark aura and bubbling with red energy—a clear sign of a malicious spirit with immense resentment.
But as Lambda and his subordinate, Little Black, fully turned around, Ash’s brow furrowed, and he instantly pointed his paper fan at the two of them again.
The large, purplish-red “R” on their chests clearly announced their identity.
Team Rocket!
And with that, his conclusion flipped. No matter what kind of monsters they were, Team Rocket was definitely the villain. That meant the monster opposing them was, by default, the good guy.
Speaking of which, wasn't the Kanto Region a bit too full of Team Rocket? How could he run into them everywhere?
He figured if you closed your eyes and dropped a rock anywhere in the Kanto Region, you had a good chance of hitting a Team Rocket member.
“Who are you, you little brat? Planning to fan me with that pathetic thing?”
Lambda turned his head, stroking the small goatee on his face, his expression unfriendly.
The paper fan was only effective against ghosts or Ghost-type Pokémon. It couldn't even stir a breeze for a normal person.
A rookie trainer?
A Cubone?
“Huh, could this be the one that got away?”
Lambda glanced at the ghostly Marowak behind them, a sly, playful smile spreading across his lips.
The ghostly Marowak’s aura immediately fell into disarray upon seeing the Cubone, confirming his suspicion.
He flicked his hand and said casually, “Since it’s a remnant, let’s just get rid of it as well. Golbat, use Air Cutter.”
“Gyaaa!”
This Golbat was clearly of a high level. Its wings flapped in a 360-degree arc, suddenly whipping up two immensely powerful whirlwind blades that tore through the air and shot off in different directions.
“Marowak!”
The ghostly Marowak had just started to rush to the rescue when one of the blades blocked its path. It could only change its stance, holding its thick club defensively in front of its chest and barely managing to withstand the blow.
Powerless to help, it could only watch as the other blade flew toward Cubone.
Meanwhile, the little Cubone was stunned by the powerful Air Cutter, frozen in place and panicking.
It was still just a baby Pokémon, the kind that would be unable to battle after a single kick.
The blade was almost upon it!
“Charmander, use Flamethrower!”
At the moment of crisis, a sharp command rang out. Immediately, a pillar of fire shot forth, detonating the powerful Air Cutter in mid-air.
The flames scattered into specks of light, and a figure was now standing in front of the Cubone, tipping his hat with a spirited air.
Next to him stood a small, orange dragon, the flame on its tail burning fiercely.
“Nice job, Charmander.”
A proud smile appeared on Ash’s face. He was about to pat Charmander’s round head, but the latter tilted its head and dodged.
He found it puzzling but simply chalked it up to a Pokémon's rebellious phase.
Thwarted again, Lambda’s eyes glinted menacingly. He exuded the dense aura of a superior, his imposing presence chilling to the bone. He snarled, “Kid, are you looking for death?”
Ash straightened his back and retorted, “Hey, don’t yell at me. I know you.”
Lambda’s brow relaxed. Stroking his beard, he became intrigued and momentarily dismissed the thought of killing him on the spot.
“Then tell me... who am I?”
When Team Rocket, especially its high-ranking executives, operated, they never used their real names, preferring aliases instead.
Just like Archer, who used the alias 'Boros' to commit murder and robbery all over the place.
Only low-level members enjoyed that kind of flashy, over-the-top introduction.
Rumor had it that Team Rocket was undergoing internal reform, prohibiting anyone from using such flashy introductions. Violators would be kicked out.
Ash squinted, looking Lambda’s pose up and down. Finally, he covered half his face with the paper fan and said mysteriously, “Oh, I heard from a guy named Archer that his company has an old man guarding the gate. He's old but still flashy enough to dye his hair purple. The wildest part is that he even dyed his goatee…”
“Heh heh, that wouldn't happen to be you, would it, Lambda?”
Lambda: “!!!”
Lambda's eyes nearly popped out of his head when the kid blurted out his name. He had thought it was a joke, but now a rookie had actually spoken his real codename?
His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by cold, murderous eyes.
Since the boy knew his name, there was only one fate left for him.
“Pick your grave.”
Although he looked down on Archer, he was still a core executive of the same rank. How could he possibly leak his big secrets to an outsider?
This kid must have just gotten lucky and happened to overhear the name.
And now he was trying to sow discord?
Amateurish!
Besides, his purple hair was natural—even his armpit and pubic hair were purple. To say his beard was dyed was an unforgivable offense…
Ash didn’t stop, continuing, “I remember Archer also said that your ace is actually a Crobat, right?”
Lambda: “?”
Damn it!
Did that idiot Archer really spill everything about me?
Hmph!
Lambda snorted coldly.
But it was no big deal. Not only did Archer not know his most important secret, but even Giovanni was in the dark. Other than that, it didn’t matter if everything else was leaked.
His gaze fell upon Ash, cold and sinister.
Whether he was truly connected to Archer or not, this kid could not be left alive.
Ash: “…”
Seeing the Golbat preparing another attack, a drop of cold sweat trickled down his face, his expression grim.
He wasn't nearly as calm as he appeared.
Back on the lifeboat from the S.S. Anne, Archer had drunk and chatted merrily with him.
Although he still found it bizarre how friendly the man had been, the drunk Archer had indeed revealed a fair bit of information about the Rainbow Group.
It wasn't surprising that members of a dark organization would backstab each other.
For example, each of the four core executives could contend with a regional Elite Four member, and Archer was the weakest of the four.
Though his opinion of the Elite Four had dropped considerably, that was just in his thoughts. If he had to face one for real, his head felt like it was about to swell bigger than a Squirtle's!
This Golbat, which wasn't even his ace, was this formidable. So what about the Crobat he'd never even heard of?
According to Archer, the other two core executives were manageable, but Lambda was by far the trickiest. He held a huge, unknown secret that allowed him to never fail, no matter the circumstances.
He had thought saying all that would make Lambda back down, but instead, he'd pushed himself into a corner.
He had told Brother Red before not to interfere in his battles unless it was a matter of life and death.
Without life-or-death trials, how could he become the strongest trainer, a Pokémon Master?
“Why did I have to run my mouth and make things harder for myself?!”
Ash wanted to slap himself right now.
Damn it!
Then let’s do this!
Ash shook his head, took a deep breath, and his eyes began to burn, blazing with battle intent.
He had defeated Zapdos with his own strength, not by relying on Brother Red. That meant he had a chance of winning even against one of Team Rocket’s core executives!
He refused to believe Lambda had some great secret powerful enough to turn the situation around.
Stay calm!
He could win!
Ash quickly pulled out his Pokédex and scanned the Golbat.
It was the first time he had seen this Pokémon, so he figured he should learn its weaknesses before making a move.
“Beep. Golbat, the Bat Pokémon. It longed for large eyes as a Zubat, and upon evolving, it did indeed grow them. However, it is inedible and a very dangerous Pokémon.”
The Pokédex reported.
Ash frowned slightly, thinking to himself that the Pokédex was as useless as ever.
As he lowered his arm, the Pokédex's infrared beam accidentally scanned Lambda, who was standing below the Golbat, and it beeped again.
“Beep. Lambda (Fake), Team Rocket member, codename Little Black. Is Lambda's body-double puppet.”
Ash: “?”
Lambda: “?”
Ash rubbed his head, wondering if the Pokédex was broken. He subconsciously pointed the Pokédex’s sensor at the Team Rocket grunt behind Lambda, whose face was mostly hidden by a large black hat as he stood hunched over.
“Beep. Lambda (Real), Team Rocket Core Executive, one of the future successors to the large multinational corporation Team Rocket. A master of disguise, he enjoys using puppets disguised as himself, while he disguises himself as a subordinate to evade all manner of disasters.”
The Pokédex reported.
Lambda: “!”
The grunt known as Little Black, who had been keeping his head down, snapped his head up, his face a mask of utter disbelief.
His secret, hidden for ten years?
Just got exposed by a rookie like that?
Ash, however, slowly put away his Pokédex, thinking to himself that feeding the Pokédex all that delicious sunlight hadn’t been for nothing.
A few puffs of hot air steamed from his nostrils. His expression was one of high spirits and confidence, a complete contrast to the stunned look on Lambda's face.
The situation, it seemed, had become clear in an instant!
—
(Trying for three updates today!)
(Three, votes, understand?)
(end of chapter)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
“Cubone! Cubone!”
Wielding a bone club larger than itself, the Cubone turned to protest Ash's earlier nonsense.
“What’s wrong, Cubone? Are you cheering for my righteous deed?” Ash said with a smile.
In his mind, the line between good and evil was simple: humans were good, ghosts were evil.
Especially that ghost, which was wreathed in a dark aura and bubbling with red energy—a clear sign of a malicious spirit with immense resentment.
But as Lambda and his subordinate, Little Black, fully turned around, Ash’s brow furrowed, and he instantly pointed his paper fan at the two of them again.
The large, purplish-red “R” on their chests clearly announced their identity.
Team Rocket!
And with that, his conclusion flipped. No matter what kind of monsters they were, Team Rocket was definitely the villain. That meant the monster opposing them was, by default, the good guy.
Speaking of which, wasn't the Kanto Region a bit too full of Team Rocket? How could he run into them everywhere?
He figured if you closed your eyes and dropped a rock anywhere in the Kanto Region, you had a good chance of hitting a Team Rocket member.
“Who are you, you little brat? Planning to fan me with that pathetic thing?”
Lambda turned his head, stroking the small goatee on his face, his expression unfriendly.
The paper fan was only effective against ghosts or Ghost-type Pokémon. It couldn't even stir a breeze for a normal person.
A rookie trainer?
A Cubone?
“Huh, could this be the one that got away?”
Lambda glanced at the ghostly Marowak behind them, a sly, playful smile spreading across his lips.
The ghostly Marowak’s aura immediately fell into disarray upon seeing the Cubone, confirming his suspicion.
He flicked his hand and said casually, “Since it’s a remnant, let’s just get rid of it as well. Golbat, use Air Cutter.”
“Gyaaa!”
This Golbat was clearly of a high level. Its wings flapped in a 360-degree arc, suddenly whipping up two immensely powerful whirlwind blades that tore through the air and shot off in different directions.
“Marowak!”
The ghostly Marowak had just started to rush to the rescue when one of the blades blocked its path. It could only change its stance, holding its thick club defensively in front of its chest and barely managing to withstand the blow.
Powerless to help, it could only watch as the other blade flew toward Cubone.
Meanwhile, the little Cubone was stunned by the powerful Air Cutter, frozen in place and panicking.
It was still just a baby Pokémon, the kind that would be unable to battle after a single kick.
The blade was almost upon it!
“Charmander, use Flamethrower!”
At the moment of crisis, a sharp command rang out. Immediately, a pillar of fire shot forth, detonating the powerful Air Cutter in mid-air.
The flames scattered into specks of light, and a figure was now standing in front of the Cubone, tipping his hat with a spirited air.
Next to him stood a small, orange dragon, the flame on its tail burning fiercely.
“Nice job, Charmander.”
A proud smile appeared on Ash’s face. He was about to pat Charmander’s round head, but the latter tilted its head and dodged.
He found it puzzling but simply chalked it up to a Pokémon's rebellious phase.
Thwarted again, Lambda’s eyes glinted menacingly. He exuded the dense aura of a superior, his imposing presence chilling to the bone. He snarled, “Kid, are you looking for death?”
Ash straightened his back and retorted, “Hey, don’t yell at me. I know you.”
Lambda’s brow relaxed. Stroking his beard, he became intrigued and momentarily dismissed the thought of killing him on the spot.
“Then tell me... who am I?”
When Team Rocket, especially its high-ranking executives, operated, they never used their real names, preferring aliases instead.
Just like Archer, who used the alias 'Boros' to commit murder and robbery all over the place.
Only low-level members enjoyed that kind of flashy, over-the-top introduction.
Rumor had it that Team Rocket was undergoing internal reform, prohibiting anyone from using such flashy introductions. Violators would be kicked out.
Ash squinted, looking Lambda’s pose up and down. Finally, he covered half his face with the paper fan and said mysteriously, “Oh, I heard from a guy named Archer that his company has an old man guarding the gate. He's old but still flashy enough to dye his hair purple. The wildest part is that he even dyed his goatee…”
“Heh heh, that wouldn't happen to be you, would it, Lambda?”
Lambda: “!!!”
Lambda's eyes nearly popped out of his head when the kid blurted out his name. He had thought it was a joke, but now a rookie had actually spoken his real codename?
His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by cold, murderous eyes.
Since the boy knew his name, there was only one fate left for him.
“Pick your grave.”
Although he looked down on Archer, he was still a core executive of the same rank. How could he possibly leak his big secrets to an outsider?
This kid must have just gotten lucky and happened to overhear the name.
And now he was trying to sow discord?
Amateurish!
Besides, his purple hair was natural—even his armpit and pubic hair were purple. To say his beard was dyed was an unforgivable offense…
Ash didn’t stop, continuing, “I remember Archer also said that your ace is actually a Crobat, right?”
Lambda: “?”
Damn it!
Did that idiot Archer really spill everything about me?
Hmph!
Lambda snorted coldly.
But it was no big deal. Not only did Archer not know his most important secret, but even Giovanni was in the dark. Other than that, it didn’t matter if everything else was leaked.
His gaze fell upon Ash, cold and sinister.
Whether he was truly connected to Archer or not, this kid could not be left alive.
Ash: “…”
Seeing the Golbat preparing another attack, a drop of cold sweat trickled down his face, his expression grim.
He wasn't nearly as calm as he appeared.
Back on the lifeboat from the S.S. Anne, Archer had drunk and chatted merrily with him.
Although he still found it bizarre how friendly the man had been, the drunk Archer had indeed revealed a fair bit of information about the Rainbow Group.
It wasn't surprising that members of a dark organization would backstab each other.
For example, each of the four core executives could contend with a regional Elite Four member, and Archer was the weakest of the four.
Though his opinion of the Elite Four had dropped considerably, that was just in his thoughts. If he had to face one for real, his head felt like it was about to swell bigger than a Squirtle's!
This Golbat, which wasn't even his ace, was this formidable. So what about the Crobat he'd never even heard of?
According to Archer, the other two core executives were manageable, but Lambda was by far the trickiest. He held a huge, unknown secret that allowed him to never fail, no matter the circumstances.
He had thought saying all that would make Lambda back down, but instead, he'd pushed himself into a corner.
He had told Brother Red before not to interfere in his battles unless it was a matter of life and death.
Without life-or-death trials, how could he become the strongest trainer, a Pokémon Master?
“Why did I have to run my mouth and make things harder for myself?!”
Ash wanted to slap himself right now.
Damn it!
Then let’s do this!
Ash shook his head, took a deep breath, and his eyes began to burn, blazing with battle intent.
He had defeated Zapdos with his own strength, not by relying on Brother Red. That meant he had a chance of winning even against one of Team Rocket’s core executives!
He refused to believe Lambda had some great secret powerful enough to turn the situation around.
Stay calm!
He could win!
Ash quickly pulled out his Pokédex and scanned the Golbat.
It was the first time he had seen this Pokémon, so he figured he should learn its weaknesses before making a move.
“Beep. Golbat, the Bat Pokémon. It longed for large eyes as a Zubat, and upon evolving, it did indeed grow them. However, it is inedible and a very dangerous Pokémon.”
The Pokédex reported.
Ash frowned slightly, thinking to himself that the Pokédex was as useless as ever.
As he lowered his arm, the Pokédex's infrared beam accidentally scanned Lambda, who was standing below the Golbat, and it beeped again.
“Beep. Lambda (Fake), Team Rocket member, codename Little Black. Is Lambda's body-double puppet.”
Ash: “?”
Lambda: “?”
Ash rubbed his head, wondering if the Pokédex was broken. He subconsciously pointed the Pokédex’s sensor at the Team Rocket grunt behind Lambda, whose face was mostly hidden by a large black hat as he stood hunched over.
“Beep. Lambda (Real), Team Rocket Core Executive, one of the future successors to the large multinational corporation Team Rocket. A master of disguise, he enjoys using puppets disguised as himself, while he disguises himself as a subordinate to evade all manner of disasters.”
The Pokédex reported.
Lambda: “!”
The grunt known as Little Black, who had been keeping his head down, snapped his head up, his face a mask of utter disbelief.
His secret, hidden for ten years?
Just got exposed by a rookie like that?
Ash, however, slowly put away his Pokédex, thinking to himself that feeding the Pokédex all that delicious sunlight hadn’t been for nothing.
A few puffs of hot air steamed from his nostrils. His expression was one of high spirits and confidence, a complete contrast to the stunned look on Lambda's face.
The situation, it seemed, had become clear in an instant!
—
(Trying for three updates today!)
(Three, votes, understand?)
(end of chapter)
