Aside from the two messages he read, there was actually another file that Nathan deleted.
Because the title of the file was:
"On How to Make the Brainwashed Personality the Dominant One After a Believer's Personality Splits"
The content was:
Make the believer's personality personally end the lives of their loved ones to stimulate and weaken the dominant personality.
The answer was now painfully obvious.
Who would've thought that some so-called big shot could manipulate a fanatical organization like Holy Angels into orchestrating such an elaborate trap?
If Nathan didn't have the Viridian Power …
If he didn't have Tina Rost…
He might have really fallen for it. Even if he had eliminated all the robbers, this woman, Camelia, could have become the deadliest blade lurking at his side!
…
In fact, precisely because he had the Viridian Power, Camelia was all the more dangerous!
"How interesting... truly fascinating."
"If it were the old me, I might've found it fun to play your little game."
As the white flames consumed Camelia, Nathan chuckled softly.
Unfortunately, now he only wished to stand beneath the sunlight with his Pokémon—
To become the strongest under the spotlight with them.
…
"So, what should I do now?"
As he walked out of the abandoned building, Nathan had a half-smile on his face.
Meanwhile, the little girl Bella had passed out in his arms, her long silver hair dampened with crystalline teardrops.
Children were innocent, after all.
Nathan was deeply disillusioned with humanity.
…
But Pokémon and children were still wonderful.
Just like the pure-hearted girls—Lily, Evelyn, and Zoe.
The disappearance of Camelia and the gang of kidnappers wasn't exactly a major event…
But it wasn't minor, either.
By the time Nathan had wrapped everything up, there was only one day left before the National Tournament officially began.
…
By the way—
Since Nathan didn't want to send Bella to an orphanage, his parents were temporarily assigned as her legal guardians.
Legally speaking, the silver-haired loli was now Nathan's sister.
However, perhaps due to Camelia's death triggering something, after she regained consciousness, Bella seemed to have completely forgotten about her.
She couldn't even recall the surname Valentine.
She just clung to Nathan every day, calling him Master.
…
The hospital explained it as a self-protective mechanism.
And truthfully, it wasn't just Camelia's death that caused it.
This poor little girl likely triggered that self-defense mechanism long ago.
Otherwise, a typical ten-year-old wouldn't cling to someone they just met, begging to be taken in as a disciple.
From Nathan's experience…
When he encountered most nine- or ten-year-old kids, his first instinct was to give them a beating!
Regardless of gender.
…
"Now then, here's a dilemma—
Do I send this little girl to my parents, or keep her with me for now?"
Having booked his plane ticket to the capital, Nathan found himself struggling with the decision.
Just then, the long-silent Kroxus finally spoke up.
…
[Keep her… she carries a divine… legendary aura…]
Kroxus's vague mental whisper made Nathan frown.
So what if she carried the aura of a legendary?
He'd already "befriended" plenty of legendaries.
His strongest trump card was still a steel snake he basically scammed into joining him.
(TN: Note, Steelix is still lvl 80 required 1 more to become legendary level.)
…
[The aura… is unique… she might become your… first true legendary…]
Another thought from Kroxus made Nathan's breathing quicken.
A legendary?!
Compared to the mysterious, barely-even-a-Pokémon entity that was Kroxus, a real, physical legendary Pokémon was much more exciting!
He wasn't asking for Mewtwo, Groudon, or Rayquaza—
Even the weakest of the legendary birds would be amazing!
After all, a legendary is still a legendary!
(TN: I'm so confuse and the raw is the same too, maybe Bella is a Pokemon? Or might be a mistranslation.)
…
"Alright, she stays. No doubt about it."
Nathan instantly changed his mind about sending the little girl to his parents.
He even started to look at Kroxus much more favorably.
Kroxus: …
It seemed to have figured out the best way to bond with its trainer.
…
That night, that dream—
Nathan, on the verge of making his national debut, once again dreamed.
But this time, it wasn't a flashback.
He stood atop a black Pokémon, radiating an aura of unmatched dominance.
This Pokémon looked like Arceus…
But its entire body was shrouded in purple and black, and its form was far more savage and intimidating.
In the dream, this dark Arceus carried Nathan into battle, effortlessly defeating legendary after legendary—
Mewtwo, Groudon, Giratina, Ho-Oh—
All were easily crushed!
Finally—
Just as it was about to clash with a full-power Arceus wielding twelve elemental plates—
Nathan woke up.
…
A Charmander had somehow gotten out of its Poké Ball and was now licking his face.
His Flygon tried to pick Charmander up, but hesitated—
Afraid its surging power might hurt the little guy.
It wasn't some kind of dragon's blood thing.
It was just raw, explosive strength.
The sensation reminded Nathan of how Kroxus helped him awaken the Dragon Force.
…
"…Did I have a dream yesterday?"
Nathan couldn't remember much upon waking.
But just a few mental images were enough to make his blood excited—
Especially that black Pokémon beneath his feet.
It made that "llama" look like a joke in comparison.
…
After washing up, Nathan took his new "sister-disciple" and his entire team of Pokémon onto the plane.
But to his surprise—
He ran into someone familiar.
"Cecil?"
Seeing the mature woman next to him, Nathan's expression turned a little strange.
Was this woman fated to keep bumping into him?
Hearing someone call her name, Cecil turned to look at him—
And her face turned deathly pale, as if she'd seen a ghost!
…
Seeing her reaction, Nathan rolled his eyes.
Was he really that terrifying?
Clearly, Nathan didn't realize how traumatizing his last outburst had been for this woman.
From his perspective, he merely taught her three gym-level Pokémon a lesson.
If anything, she deserved to have her ace defeated as punishment for what happened to his Flygon!
…
After the plane took off, the atmosphere became incredibly awkward.
Well, awkward for Cecil at least.
Nathan and little Bella sat together, the girl clinging to him sweetly, making the whole interaction seem very wholesome.
…
"Pervert…"
Seeing them playing so happily, Cecil muttered under her breath, not knowing why she felt so annoyed.
But when she glanced at Nathan again—
She froze.
Nathan wore a cold, expressionless face.
His left eye was shut, leaving only that crimson right eye open.
Beautiful like a gemstone of the highest quality—
Yet in Cecil's eyes, it was the gaze of a demon.
Cold. Indifferent. Merciless.
…
"I was just joking… you didn't have to take it so seriously…"
She gave a weak laugh, her usual domineering aura completely gone.
She didn't dare provoke Nathan again.
Maybe even Nathan himself didn't realize—
When he got mad, his eyes could make someone feel like they were staring death in the face.
Even someone like Cecil, who'd survived years in the dog-eat-dog world of trainers, couldn't stand that stare.
…
"Hmph."
Nathan simply huffed and went back to chatting with Bella.
Their voices were soft, and the people around them, seeing such an adorable, clingy little girl, couldn't help but smile warmly.
….
A few hours later—
As they got off the plane, the airport was bustling with people.
But what caught everyone's attention was a team of bald men in black suits and sunglasses, standing in formation.
Eight or nine of them stood tall, holding up a massive welcome sign…
(End of Chapter)