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Chapter 321 Mars: If I eat this, will you really give me the information I want?

Chapter 321 Mars: If I eat this, will you really give me the information I want?

Mars woke up, his face filled with terror.

In the past, Wei Xin would have poked his head out after waking up on Mars, smiling and asking her, "You're awake?"

But things are different now. Wei Xin has an even more exciting idea. Considering that Mars has just woken up from a nightmare, and that the nightmare she had was tailor-made for him and Darkrai, he teased her like a mean relative who is playing with a child, saying, "Lord Red Sun doesn't want you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Huoxing, who had not yet recovered from the nightmare, was struck as if by lightning. Her eyes widened. The nightmare, which should have dissipated with the awakening, became clearer and clearer in her mind, lingering like a small animal that felt strongly threatened, or like a victim of persecution, leaving Hakimi with a strong psychological shadow over humans.

Mars hugged his trembling self tightly.

"Your methods are truly despicable—" Darkrai muttered sarcastically, "but I quite like your shameless side."

Darkrai feeds on negative human emotions, especially the fear from nightmares, which is pure and delicious when the mind is not in motion.

The stronger a person's spirit, the more delicious the fear they exude.

As a member of Team Galactic, although Mars is far inferior to people like Uncle Long, Wei Xin, and Cynthia, his mental fortitude is still outstanding among humans. He can laugh off most things by deconstructing them, hence the nickname "funny person".

But in the end, Wei Xin still managed to exploit her most vulnerable spot, completely shattering her psychological defenses.

This resulted in an outpouring of extremely pure negative emotions, which was practically a state banquet for Darkrai.

As long as he follows Wei Xin, it's only a matter of time before he regains his original power, and even surpassing his past self is not out of the question.

He rubbed his stomach, looked at Jupiter who was still unconscious from the sleeping pills, his eyes burning with malice, as if he were looking at a gluttonous feast, and asked the chef, "Wei Xin, how should we deal with her dream?"

"You decide," Wei Xin shrugged. "If she's love-struck, let her be dumped. If she's career-driven, make her lose her savings and the ability to make a comeback. Note that she can't fall to the bottom all at once."

"Make her go through many twists and turns, with the sun hanging above her head, like carefully climbing up a spider's web, and when she reaches the top, make her discover that the so-called sun is nothing more than a childish drawing."

The proposal that Wei Xin casually put forward was chilling just to hear.

"Has he always been like this?" Uncle Long's expression was complicated. He had been on adventures for many years and had been captured before, but the methods of those villains were all innocent compared to Wei Xin's. He had never seen such a method that only attacked the mind and not the body.

too frightening.

Uncle Long scratched the goosebumps on his body: "Isn't he afraid of retaliation later?"

"Perhaps, that's only how we treat evil people," said Cynthia. "The people of Donghuang are known for their ruthlessness towards their enemies. Giving our all is a form of respect. As for revenge, if someone imagines they will fail before the fight even begins, they will never have the last laugh. It's all or nothing."

The same applies to Pokémon battles. Even in the Masters Tournament, when facing the world champion Leon, she was determined to win, regardless of the final outcome.

Even so, Cynthia still felt that Wei Xin had gone a bit too far. Could it be that he was influenced by Darkrai?

"But don't go too far. Just scare them a little, teach them a lesson so they won't dare to do bad things again. Don't leave them with psychological trauma," Wei Xin instructed. "Donghuang's laws stipulate that prisoners of war should be treated well. We're supposed to be upright, so we have to guarantee their basic human rights."

Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. Wei Xin was just a bit ruthless, but he was mentally sound.

Darkrai gave an OK sign: "I know what I'm doing."

Place your hand on Jupiter's head and edit your dream with a single click.

Bad children who don't go to bed on time at night can be hypnotized by a dream guide.

Children who go to bed on time will be treated like little bread by Darkrai.

While eating at the buffet in Darkrai, Wei Xin's gaze fell on the small bread rolls on the other side.

Having been frightened twice in a row, Mars regained some of her rationality after a short rest, but she still felt intense fear after hearing about Wei Xin's methods, especially since she had lost her Pokémon and her free-moving companions were all in Shaanxi and unable to come to her rescue.

The thought of being subjected to inhuman torture made Mars swallow hard, hesitating whether to utter the classic line of torture.

Just then, Piper came out of the kitchen carrying a pot: "Everyone, get ready for dinner."

"Okay, Pipa, go and call Gardevoir and Nemo for me," Wei Xin replied, then turned to look at Mars, whose face clearly showed resignation. "Would you like to have dinner with us?"

"Huh?" Wei Xin's sudden dinner invitation caused Mars's brain to freeze instantly. She pointed to her face, incredulous, "You're inviting me to dinner?"

Without severe torture, how could he harbor such deep resentment?

"Yeah, I asked you before if you wanted to have dinner together, and you attacked me without saying a word. I thought you didn't like the food from Donghuang." Wei Xin said innocently, then turned to look at the dishes on the table and showed a surprised expression, "Wow, we're having chicken mushrooms tonight (^—^)."

"What is termite mushroom?" Cynthia asked, puzzled.

Magiana explained, "Termitomyces is a special food in Yunnan. It usually grows in deep mountains. Because it grows alongside various Bug-type Pokémon colonies and has strict environmental requirements, it cannot be cultivated on a large scale, so it is expensive. However, it has extremely high nutritional value and a delicious taste, and is known as the king of mushrooms."

Is this a problem with termite mushrooms?

Seeing the incredible relaxation emanating from the group of people, Mars was bewildered. Was this plot development correct? Shouldn't the next development be that she was severely tortured but kept silent, and finally died a heroic death with loyalty to Lord Red Sun and the Galaxy Team? What was this sudden family reunion and dumpling-making all about?

The thought of Crimson Sun uncontrollably brought back the images from her dream: her and Team Galactic being abandoned by Crimson Sun.

If that dream was true, and Lord Akari really thought they were good-for-nothings, promising to take them to a perfect new world without strife was just a pie in the sky that would never come true.

Mars shook her head, trying to comfort herself. It must have been just a dream, a despicable trick by Wei Xin to use Darkrai's power to undermine her loyalty. She couldn't fall for it.

She held absolute loyalty to Lord Akatsuki and to Team Galactic's ideals.

"So are you going to eat or not?" Wei Xin asked. "If you don't eat, you can't say we're mistreating you later."

"Will you let me go?" Mars asked incredulously.

"Of course, illegally imprisoning someone is illegal. Although you drugged Uncle Long—you need to apologize to Uncle Long for this, if he forgives you."

"It's nothing." Uncle Long waved his hand, looking nonchalant. Being woken up by a nightmare meant that the amount of sleeping pills he took was not large. "Just think of it as drinking a glass of milk before bed."

"I'll take you back to your hotel later," Wei Xin said, "but it might take a while, at least until your companion wakes up. So, are you going to eat?"

Mars originally wanted to refuse, as she had a mission to complete and it wasn't the time to have a peaceful meal with Wei Xin and the others.

But then she glanced at the food on the table. The unknown ingredients, stir-fried in oil, shimmered faintly under the room's lights, and emitted a sweet but not cloying aroma that was irresistible.

Although he had eaten before coming, Mars, who was on a diet and only dared to eat until he was three-tenths full, was drooling and swallowed hard: "You guys, you didn't put drugs in the food, did you?"

"We still need to eat, okay?" Wei Xin rolled his eyes at Huo Xing and gave her a way out. "The people of Donghuang like to talk business at the dinner table. If you don't want to know the information inside the tomb, then forget it."

As Wei Xin turned to turn around, Huo Xing quickly grabbed him, took his hand in hers, and asked earnestly, "You really want to tell me?"

As long as I accompany them to eat good food, I can get the information I need. Is there really such a good thing in the world? Am I still dreaming? If I'm not dreaming, then Wei Xin is plotting something.

"Judging from your attitude, since you are unwilling and even refuse my invitation, I will not force you."

Wei Xin said nonchalantly, glancing sideways at Mars. Judging from the waveguide emanating from her, Mars had already sown the seeds of doubt in the soil of loyalty to the Crimson Sun, but Mars was deliberately ignoring it, cutting off water and nutrients. Therefore, it still needed a little push.

"No, no, no." Mars quickly changed her tune with an embarrassed smile. The Galaxy Team's operation in Donghuang had already failed halfway. Her operation with Jupiter was the last plan. In fact, with Jupiter unconscious, she was the only chance for this operation, and perhaps the only chance for her to make a contribution in her life.

"Then go to your room and find some clothes to put on," Wei Xin said, pointing to Huo Xing's fluffy pajamas. "The weather in Shanghai is unpredictable; who knows when it might suddenly get cold."

"Okay!" Huoxing nodded sharply, walked into the room, and made up his mind. Although he didn't know what Wei Xin was planning, he could only take it one step at a time for now.

"Are you really that comfortable letting her operate from home? She's a member of Team Galactic, after all." Cynthia asked, puzzled. Even someone as intelligent as her couldn't quite understand Wei Xin's behavior. As if suddenly realizing something, Cynthia said, "You absolutely mustn't follow Darkrai's bad example."

This is defamation!

Darkrai was furious. It was just a Pokémon; when it came to doing bad things, who could be worse than a human?

Seeing a hint of worry in Cynthia's eyes, Wei Xin asked, puzzled, "Did you see some strange information in the tomb just now?"

Cynthia was slightly taken aback. She hadn't expected Wei Xin to be able to guess her thoughts without any clues. She said frankly, "Well, when I was looking at the documents in the tomb just now, I accidentally came across a piece of history, a piece of—well, an incredibly absurd official history."

"You went to see the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period?" Wei Xin frowned.

“Yes, and the Northern and Southern Dynasties,” Cynthia said. “Although Magiana warned me that it was best not to look at the records of that period of history, I couldn’t resist.”

It's like there's a big red button next to you with a sign that says in bold black, "Don't press it." But Cynthia still couldn't resist the temptation and opened the most bloody and chaotic history of the Eastern Empire. Even if you threw the labels into the grotesque section, they would still make people gasp in horror.

It can even become important research data for the emergence of human-Pokémon hybrids, some humans with special abilities, and certain humanoid Pokémon.

She took a sudden step forward, reached out her icy hands, cupped Wei Xin's face in her hands, met his gaze with her grey eyes, and said, "Wei Xin, promise me, never lose yourself because you have gained power."

Wei Xin now wields too much power. Although she believes in Wei Xin's morality, that he is a good person, a kind person who loves Pokémon.

But some things are beyond the control of morality. Some people bring destruction not because of their own malice, but because of their uncontrollable ideals. If Wei Xin's power is not used for good, even if he defeats Team Galactic, or even other regions such as Team Rocket or Team Plasma, he will be destroyed.

Ultimately, it may replace it and become the world's largest force, or even become a factor that brings destruction.

Faced with Cynthia's well-intentioned advice, Wei Xin's lips curled into a barely perceptible wicked smile as he said, "But I refuse."

Cynthia was stunned. Could it be that Wei Xin had been blinded by power?

Until Wei Xin gently squeezed her hand, a simple smile on his face.

"I can't guarantee what will happen in the future. Maybe I will become a dictator in the future, or do something irrational out of fear and anxiety. But if you are really worried that I will go astray, you can stay by my side and guide me."

The living room was unusually quiet. The only sounds were Jupiter's unsteady breathing as he was trapped in a nightmare and his increasingly loud heartbeat. When she came to her senses, Cynthia's icy, unchanging face began to soften. A faint blush appeared for a moment beneath the snow-capped peak. Even though it was fleeting, her icy palms showed a noticeable change in temperature upon contact.

Darkrai sighed inwardly, thinking, "What a guy who plays with women's feelings."

"What's going on?" Nemo asked abruptly as she stepped through the portal into the room and saw Cynthia holding Wei Xin's face. Pipa quickly covered Nemo's mouth and pulled her back into the portal; they had come in at the wrong time.

Wei Xin and Xilona quickly separated. The two, who were usually quite mature and composed, seemed a little flustered. Xilona pursed her dry lips, took a breath, and regained her composure: "Let's eat first."

Wei Xin felt a pang of regret. Regardless of whether the final result was agreement or rejection, what a great opportunity it was! In the end, he wiped the corner of his mouth indifferently. At least he had made Cynthia's heart tremble: "Darkrai, stop playing around and hurry up and wake up Jupiter."

,"oh."

Darkrai responded and began trying to wake Jupiter, but he soon encountered a problem. No matter how he modified Jupiter's dream, Jupiter showed no signs of waking up except for frowning and muttering a few words.

Seeing this, Wei Xin used a waveguide to test it and found that Jupiter's mental state was fine. He was just sleeping very soundly, the kind of person who might not be woken up even by boiling water. He looked at the water bottle on the table. Just then, Mars came out of the room after changing his clothes. When he said he was changing his clothes, he just picked out a large trench coat and put it on.

Wei Xin asked, "Mars, what was the approximate dosage of the sleeping pills you gave Uncle Long?"

"Sleeping pills," Mars said, touching his chin with his finger, looking up at the ceiling. After a moment of thought, he said, "Not much, just enough to knock out five Pokémon that are three meters tall and weigh over 100 kilograms. We couldn't do anything about it. We added three times the amount of fast-acting sleeping pills to Uncle Long's bowl at dinner. After he took them, he was perfectly fine, not even yawning. He's practically a superman. So we had to slightly increase the dosage."

Everyone: "————"

Uncle Long: "!!!"