Chapter 142: The Mastermind Was Actually Myself!
The black smoke gradually solidified into a tangible form.
It transformed into a somewhat short and stout little fatty, with pointed horns on top of its head.
Gengar had materialized.
This time, even the short little legs of its lower body were materialized as well, no longer hidden within the smoke.
Only because Specter had already made his preparations—
Either this person was truly his master, in which case, after materializing, he could embrace him;
Or this person was a liar, in which case, anyone who dared to blaspheme this memory, Specter would, after materializing, use his most cruel moves to inflict death by a thousand cuts upon them!
Seeing Gengar stop and reveal his true form, Arthur finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"Specter, it's you, right?"
He pressed on excitedly.
A pursuit lasting a month, spanning nearly half a continent—this moment finally ushered in the final chapter!
This Gengar indeed looked exactly like his Specter.
It was just that the other party was still harboring reservations.
"What proof do you have that you are my master?"
Hearing this sentence, Arthur excitedly clenched his fists.
Although Specter's tone and attitude weren't particularly warm or affectionate, yet—
He was still willing to call him master!
That was enough...
"We first met in the countryside of Kubfu province. At that time, you were still a Gastly. You liked to steal and eat the Fulu Fruits from the ancestral temple and shrine, even though you didn't actually need to eat that kind of food."
"You were caught by me on a rainy night. That day, you wanted to use a Lick attack on the back of my neck, trigger paralysis, and then turn around to the front to scare me. As a result, I grabbed your tongue and smashed you against—"
"Enough!!"
The embarrassing process of being beaten up afterward didn't need to be retold by others; Specter had always remembered it very clearly.
He already believed Arthur's words.
Because on the night of his capture, besides the two of them, there were no other outsiders. Gengar, in the past, also particularly disliked Arthur recounting this past event.
After all... being grabbed by the tongue, swung around, and beaten up... it was truly a bit embarrassing...
Back then, even his other Pokémon partners didn't know this story. Whenever a later Pokémon asked about it, Gengar would jump about in shame and annoyance.
So, this was a secret between him and his master.
Only Arthur could know this story.
The person before his eyes... was actually, truly the master he had longed for day and night...
"No need... to say any more. I believe you. I believe you! Master, you're actually still alive! I never thought what that group of Mythical Pokémon said was actually true! You... you..."
As he spoke, tears had already fallen from Gengar's eyes, yet he himself seemed not to have even noticed.
Halfway through speaking, his mouth opened and closed for a long time, yet the words broke off, as if he had suddenly forgotten what he wanted to say, or perhaps as if he wanted to say too much and didn't know where to begin.
Finally, it all transformed into a single sentence—
"Master, you're still alive! That's truly great!"
Arthur also smiled, as if relieved of a heavy burden.
"Mm, yes, ah. I'm still alive."
Saying this, he pulled out the certain onion head (Celebi) that had been clinging to his collar and trembling all along from behind his shoulder.
"All of this is actually thanks to this little one. The specific reasons, I'll explain to you later. For now, just come with me."
"Your new master seems to have already met with misfortune. When I bumped into him earlier, he had already stopped breathing. It's very dangerous around here now, let's go first!"
As Arthur spoke, he was about to step forward and quickly pull Specter along.
He temporarily had no Poké Ball, so there was no way to recall Specter on the spot.
Part of the reason for such urgency was also due to a guilty conscience.
Arthur didn't know the truth about Oliver being a puppet. Although Specter was still willing to call him master now, if, by any chance, Specter misunderstood that he had murdered his second trainer, that would be terrible.
(Even though he had been cursing Oliver as useless every day previously.)
But the person really wasn't killed by him!
Specter, hearing Arthur say he had bumped into Oliver earlier, instantly understood everything. For a moment, his heart didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
However, at this moment, seeing his master still alive again, regardless of the Stitched Shadow Army, making a comeback, or revenge or anything else, the weight of it all in his heart lightened all at once.
The raging fury that had filled his chest upon arrival had now actually dissipated without a trace.
He opened his mouth, just about to explain clearly to Arthur.
However, just at that moment, a lazy and seductive voice line suddenly came from the entrance of the alley ahead.
"Oh? So you're the mastermind behind the scenes, huh? Didn't expect you to be quite young. Want to come and play with big sis?"
Although the speaker's tone was frivolous, like an amorous seduction, at this moment, just by turning one's head to focus on the pair of phoenix eyes at the alley entrance, it wasn't hard to discover that that gaze and those words were, in reality, overflowing with killing intent!
The arrivals were precisely Dayna and Linda.
At this moment, they looked at Gengar docilely following beside Arthur, the weapons in their hands all already loaded!
From their perspective, the big fish they had waited so long for had finally taken the bait!
Specter, seeing the two people standing side by side at the alley entrance, his eyes similarly turned gloomy abruptly, the red light in his pupils flaring brightly.
Linda actually stood together with Dayna?!
Now Specter finally understood: even without Arthur's chaotic entry messing up the situation, his own original plan most likely wouldn't have had a chance to succeed anyway.
Because the only cadre he trusted had actually also rebelled!
"Linda, you're very good!!"
Specter clenched his teeth and said in a deep voice full of sarcasm.
At this moment, in the small alley, only Arthur was completely clueless throughout the entire process.
Wait a minute, who is who here?
Linda? A familiar name... could it be a Stitched Shadow Army cadre on par with Liam?
And who is this "mastermind" they're talking about?
It wasn't until Linda, facing Specter's angry gaze, scoffed once and responded, "Yes, ah. I am, of course, very good. But you, Gengar, what's wrong? Back with your real master, and your confidence has suddenly grown so much?"
Hearing the other party say "real master," Arthur was suddenly shocked.
He abruptly realized a very horrifying fact—
That "mastermind" the other party was talking about... it couldn't be...
...they were talking about him, right?
WTF?!!
How did I become the mastermind?
I just came over to find one of my Pokémon, that's all...
The person really wasn't killed by me! I didn't do anything! You guys have to believe me!
However, immediately following, Arthur hadn't even had time to savor the feeling of being a mastermind big BOSS.
The next moment, Specter in front of him suddenly had his body swell explosively, his entire form swirling with smoke, both eyes blazing crimson red, like a demon god descending!
It was just that from within the black smoke, a light, slight sound quickly floated towards Arthur—
"Master, go!"
And so—
Run!!!
One person, one ghost—even separated by a century, their tacit understanding was still perfect.
Arthur understood Specter's meaning in seconds, turned his head, and bolted.
After a three-step run-up, he leaped and climbed onto the courtyard wall of the dead-end alley in front, flipped over the wall, landed, and without a moment's pause, charged forward at full speed!
And Gengar, not long after, using the cover of the black smoke, quickly followed, slipping into Arthur's shadow like a wisp of smoke.
This was undoubtedly his most familiar refuge from the past; now, he had finally returned.
And that terrifying demon god descending operation just now was, in reality, merely a refined application of the skill "Haze."
Those mists weren't some special effect accompanying a big BOSS's entrance.
That really was just Haze, that's all...
One person, one ghost, decisively slipped away.
As skilled as if they had run away side by side countless times before.
(End of Chapter)
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