Seeing an unarmed teenager walk in, the foreign white leader asked in broken Celestia.
To be honest, before hearing that mangled Celestia, Nathan had assumed that the language skills of foreigners in TV dramas and movies were already at rock bottom.
Still, Nathan nodded calmly and replied, "I'm Nathan Vesper. The real deal."
As he spoke, he activated his Viridian Power.
To his surprise, the little girl Bella was radiating intense goodwill toward him, tears of joy in her eyes.
But Camelia, who had been shaking her head at him repeatedly, now exuded hostility.
At the same time, the group of white foreigners all pulled out various firearms and aimed them at Nathan!
Their muscles were taut, but none of them showed any fear or anxiety.
Clearly, this wasn't their first time dealing with a Trainer.
"Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd think this was some cringe-worthy urban novel plot," Nathan said with a shrug. "Even Desert Eagles? This is getting more and more cliché."
Despite being surrounded at gunpoint, Nathan wasn't nervous at all. On the contrary, he shrugged and started making sarcastic comments.
But the truth was—he had anticipated this.
The brighter the world looks on the surface, the darker and filthier it is behind the scenes.
And even on the surface, scandal after scandal erupts like clockwork every year—seemingly without end.
"Don't move! If you take one step, you're dead!" the white leader shouted, firing a shot at the ground near Nathan as a warning.
Clearly, this guy had plenty of experience dealing with cocky young Trainers like him.
Too bad...
"You won't dare to kill me. You can't afford the consequences," Nathan said, blinking calmly and confidently.
Without him, even if the Pokémon League and the Dark Organization worked together, they wouldn't be able to crack the mystery of Super Evolution.
(TN: Reminder, Both Mega Evolution and Bond Evolution are collectively referred to as "Super Evolution)
Even if they could, until they had actual results, they wouldn't dare let anything happen to him.
"But we can break your legs first," the white leader replied coldly, not bothering to deny Nathan's claim speaking in Celestia.
If possible, he would've preferred to use Saxo, but unfortunately, just as Nathan had said—they needed him alive and intact. No unexpected accidents.
Before violence, persuasion was their only remaining option.
Of course, before persuasion, they'd already shown off their "muscle."
"Sigh... What a pity," Nathan said with a sigh.
Then, without hesitation, he walked toward Bella.
He didn't use Dragon Force. He didn't use Psychic abilities. He didn't even rely on the Viridian Power.
Seeing this, the white leader's eyes flashed with decisiveness, and he gave a low command in English: "Shoot him in the leg!"
A second later—
Bang!
A bullet shot toward Nathan's calf, fast and precise.
But what they didn't know—and what Tina hadn't told them—was that Nathan never restricted his Pokémon's ability to freely enter or leave their Poké Balls.
"VOLLL~!"
With an angry cry, a blaze of white flames erupted around Nathan.
Though the fire didn't burn his clothes, the bullet that touched it vanished like an ice cube in lava.
Completely vaporized.
This… was the power of the extraordinary.
Against a Pokémon above Elite-tier, firearms—even handguns and rifles—were nothing more than toys unless you brought out missile-level firepower.
And against a Champion-tier Pokémon?
Even a nuclear bomb might not guarantee victory.
It was at this moment that the white leader finally felt the threat to his life.
He wanted to order a full assault on Nathan, consequences be damned—because staying alive was suddenly more important than the mission.
The other "Holy Angel" terrorists were also ready to open fire.
But it was too late.
If it were a Elite-tier Pokémon, maybe they'd have a shot.
But against a Champion-tier...
"Flame Ring: Dance of the Fire God."
With Nathan's soft incantation, the white fire turned into a storm.
In the blink of an eye—
Humanity's weakness in front of Pokémon was on full display.
Those "Holy Angels" were reduced to ashes in the pure white flames. Not even their bones remained.
They died... beautifully, in a way.
Nathan walked calmly through the storm of white fire like its master, a divine figure cloaked in flames.
Elegant, handsome… and deadly.
…
Unlike Tina, Nathan didn't bother sparing them for interrogation.
Sure, they might have offered some useful intel—but with a Elite like Tina undercover, Nathan had no need to worry about that anymore.
What Nathan was curious about… was Camelia.
How had this woman hidden her malice from his Viridian Power?
"Why did you kill them?" she asked, her face a mix of hatred, anger, and confusion.
Nathan replied coldly and indifferently, "They had no value in existing. Or rather, the trouble they brought me far outweighed any value they had."
So he eliminated them. Cleanly. Without hesitation or mercy.
"Demon... butcher…" Camelia muttered, her beautiful face flushed with anger as she spat out the words.
Bella stood nearby, her small face full of confusion—completely unsure of what was happening.
"Humans are demons and butchers. For other species, that's a fact," Nathan responded without argument. He even agreed with her.
And that was exactly why he cherished his bonds with his Pokémon.
Because compared to humanity—the apex predator that rose to the top of the food chain through blood and conquest—Pokémon were angels you could trust with your life.
Ever since he transmigrated, Nathan had never seen a single case of a captured Pokémon betraying or killing its Trainer.
Not in public. Not in secret.
"Now, tell me, Miss Holy Angel follower—how did you manage to hide your malice from me the other day?"
Nathan stepped up to Camelia and asked with elegance.
Honestly, if you gave him a white horse right now, he could pass for a fairytale prince.
Only the red glow in his right eye revealed that his tolerance for women wasn't nearly as high as it appeared.
"You think I'll tell a demon like you anything?" Camelia sneered.
She seemed to have made peace with her fate—or maybe she'd just given up entirely.
"Looks like you've never experienced burning to death."
Nathan shrugged, completely unbothered by her defiance.
Volcarona emerged from its Poké Ball, and the temperature in the room immediately began to rise.
"Trust me, being burned alive is one of the worst ways to go—especially slowly," Nathan said flatly, stroking Volcarona's fur.
Thanks to Volcarona's precise control over flame and temperature, neither Nathan nor Bella was affected.
Only Camelia was drenched in sweat.
Compared to this method of torture, what Nathan had done earlier was downright merciful.
"Master, Master, please don't be like this. Don't treat Mommy this way…"
Now that the gag had been removed from her mouth, little Rei jumped into Nathan's arms, squirming and acting cute.
Based on past experience, whenever she behaved this way, her mother would always give in.
But…
"Rei, I'm sorry. She's not your mother. She's... the one who killed your parents," Nathan said softly, resting his chin on her snow-white forehead.
On the screen of the phone in his right hand was a message from Tina:
Boss, be careful. Those Holy Angel freaks aren't just good at dealing with Trainers.
They're even better at preaching.
Preaching?
That meant brainwashing people into becoming fanatics—then planting them among those who lost loved ones in Pokémon attacks.
A few well-placed words... and that single spark could ignite a wildfire.
Because most of the time, people are lazy thinkers.
They don't want to reflect or search for the truth.
They just follow whatever side feels right—and believe blindly.