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Upon hearing this, Cain felt his curiosity toward this Sacred Church growing stronger and stronger.
What kind of organization could even strengthen the power of other people’s Pokémon?
However, once he confird that ga Evolution would not be revealed ahead of ti, Cain felt a little more at ease.
In his previous life he had never heard anything about this organization, probably because his own strength had been far too low.
But now that he knew of them, he had to pay them real attention.
A group that took psychics as their core, that also possessed many of the lost techniques of psychic power users, and could even allow so of their mbers’ Pokémon to ga evolve...
Even if it was a unique form, and even if that kind of ga Evolution could not unleash the full power of a normal one—while also damaging the very foundation of the Pokémon—it could not be denied that the ergence of such a mysterious and special group made Cain perceive a future full of instability.
Just as Team Rocket was shrinking, they had chosen to act.
Did Giovanni know about this organization?
Did the League know of their existence?
And what attitude would they take toward them?
All of these questions made Cain, who had always believed he understood the course the League would follow for a while, begin to feel that he could not control everything.
"Second question: who are the mbers of this Sacred Church? Have they already absorbed many psychics into their ranks? Who is their leader? And what you ntioned earlier, who is this ’White ssenger’?" Cain asked.
At this question, the middle-aged man in black looked at him as though he were staring at an idiot.
But upon eting Cain’s increasingly cold expression, he recalled his current situation.
"I am only a mission handler at this level," he replied helplessly. "What I know of the Sacred Church is barely what I already told you. Aside from contact with my direct superior and my subordinates, I have never t any other mbers."
With a powerless expression he continued: "I don’t even know if a leader really exists. As for the White ssenger, she is the superior I am in contact with. Besides her, there is also a Black ssenger."
"The mission to invite you to join was given to by the White ssenger. The divine stones I obtained before were rewards for completing missions from the Black ssenger."
The man in black hid nothing; he spilled everything he knew.
Even if he kept silent, Cain had a thousand ways to make him talk, perhaps even inflicting inhuman suffering. It was better to confess frankly. Maybe that way he could preserve a sliver of hope; if not, at least he would die quickly and cleanly—better than after torture.
He saw it with absolute clarity.
Upon hearing this, Cain furrowed his brows even deeper.
A system of strict hierarchy, where each mber could only know their imdiate superior or subordinates, so that if soone were captured they would only reveal a small fragnt of the organization.
Such a disciplined group... could the League really have no knowledge of them?
The founder had to be soone fearso.
"Third question: why attack at this mont? Do you have a deeper objective?"
Hearing it, the man in black pondered for a mont, then answered: "In part, we wanted to asure the strength of the new generation of trainers; in part, to try to eliminate so of the League’s promising geniuses. If we managed it, all the better; if not, it didn’t matter."
Cain nodded.
Then it was very possible that the base of this Church was not in the Pokémon world, but in so secret space or alternate dinsion.
This attack was nothing more than a probe. They wanted to test whether, after so many years, the League’s fangs were still sharp, whether they could still bite.
"Then show what you know about the use of psychic powers, and all the information about your superior, the White ssenger and the Black ssenger, as well as your subordinates," Cain ordered.
That the man’s hands and feet were sealed did not an he could not use his psychic powers.
Cain was not worried. He had noticed that although the man had so special tricks, overall his mastery of psychic power was not superior to his own.
And with Tyranitar present, there was even less reason to worry.
The man in black closed his eyes and projected images in the air with his mind.
He showed three of his subordinates, among them Kagen, who was also participating in the tournant. The other two Cain did not know.
But it was obvious that Kagen possessed greater strength than this man... how could he be under his command?
As if reading his doubt, the man gave a bitter smile: "All new recruits beco the subordinates of soone like . They must remain in that state for three years and fulfill a certain quota of missions before they are eligible to contact the ssengers. I also went through this."
With that explanation, Cain understood.
He morized the faces of the three.
Then floating letters appeared in the air: they were the special techniques of psychic power that he knew. They included thods to expand ntal power and ways to integrate it better with psychic-type Pokémon to achieve a greater increase in strength.
But just as he was beginning to project the appearance of the ssengers, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen sothing terrifying, and his head tilted to the side... he had stopped breathing.
Cain was stunned.
This... resembled the psychic seed. But at the sa ti, not quite.
The result was the sa: imdiate death.
He signaled Tyranitar to release the sand that held him trapped.
He checked the Pokéballs and the spatial storage gear of the corpse.
He poured out all the items, in case the organization had placed trackers in such devices.
He kept the valuable ones, as well as a mysterious white card and a book.
The Pokémon in the Pokéballs were not weak.
But they had clearly been forced to grow through external ans; because of that, they had no room left to evolve or improve.
Their physique and foundation were deficient.
A perfect example of soone raised by force.
They could never reach the level of the Elite Four.
The sa surely applied to Kagen: his strength had been artificially inflated, sacrificing most of his Pokémon’s potential.
This man, aware of it, had invested all his resources into Alakazam, a Pokémon that combined solid strength and potential, and that could also ga evolve.
But after repeatedly using the divine stones to force that transformation, Alakazam’s body was already deteriorated, incapable of displaying its full power.
And Alakazam, intelligent as it was, surely had seen everything its trainer had done.
It was not worth keeping.
Cain gave the corpse one last glance, and after making sure nothing strange remained, recalled Tyranitar and left.
As soon as he left, the alternate space completely collapsed.
No trace remained.
(End of Chapter)
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