Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 359 The Bad Face Slate

At the end, Zheshui let out a long sigh of relief, and after coming to his senses, he looked at Shota and said:

"That's the end of the story. The third gift is right under my bed. If the information I looked up is correct, this thing should be one of the stone tablets owned by the legendary first-level god Arceus, the Slate of Evil Face. This is why I was able to reach this point today with my identity as a commoner."

Listening to what Zheshui said, Shota leaned down, reached his hand under the bed, and quickly pulled out a dark stone from under the bed.

Looking at Shota's calm face holding the board, Zheshui couldn't help but ask:

"Have you any other slates?"

In response to Zheshui's question, Shota nodded calmly, but then he asked again:

"Do you know how to use the slate?"

"Shouldn't we just give it to the evil spirit and let it absorb the energy?"

Listening to Tetsu's sincere words, Shota felt that he was not lying, so he spoke:

"Perhaps you found this method by accident."

As if he had thought of something, Shota asked Tetsumi:

"Did you feel any discomfort when you touched the slate?"

Zheshui's eyes rolled around, as if he was recalling something, and then he spoke:

“I don’t feel any discomfort, but when I touch the slate, my thoughts become very clear and I handle things decisively.

However, since I got older and became the chief elder of the cabinet, I haven’t touched the slate again…”

Before Tetsu could finish his words, Shota interrupted him and said:

"Is it because the slate will erode your will?"

Listening to Shota's interruptive question, Tetsu nodded in agreement and said:

"What you said is similar to what I have experienced. Sometimes, I find myself being too rational, so rational that I have no worries. I just want to achieve my goals by any means, whether despicable or not. Anyway, I will do whatever it takes.

However, as I said before, I never touched the slate again after that, and this situation gradually disappeared.

By the way, you are asking this because your current situation is exactly the same as mine before, right? "

"No, I just found myself being moody sometimes. For example, before the battle with your grandson Zhexin, I scolded him to death. I'm not what you call overly rational."

Listening to what Shota said, Zhesui laughed, with few decent teeth in his mouth.

After laughing for a while, Zheshui's face turned extremely serious. He looked at Shota and said in an extremely humble and pleading tone:

"Please take good care of this, my first gift to you. Really, it doesn't matter if you treat it like a vase at home. It's enough for you to have enough food three times a day and decent clothes to wear in winter and summer.

To be honest, among my many children and grandchildren, Zhemei is the one I hate the most, because she is too much like her in some aspects.

Although I may be hesitant sometimes, I always get things done.

He treated common people with a very gentle attitude. Although he was born in a big family, he lived like a commoner.

Both of them were so stupid, but their feelings towards me were so sincere and honest.

I guess there is no regret medicine in this world, so I can only make up for my regret on Zhemei. Please take good care of her. "

As he spoke, Zheshui found strength from nowhere, raised his hand that was as pale as a dead tree, and inserted it into his heart.

But he seemed to have thought of something, and his hand stopped on the device that replaced the heart, and he said to Shota:

“I had already predicted the outcome of this war when the famine began. Too many eyes were on my position.

Shota, you must remember that you were born a commoner, and the aristocrats will look down on you just as they look down on me.

Never have any hope for them. If you want to establish a democracy, you must use thunderous and bloody means to expel all the nobles in the Hoenn region!

I can feel that you and I are like people who are traveling together, but my life is about to come to an end. I have gone astray and cannot go on.

But, as I was waiting for death, I recalled my younger self, so I didn't stop you. I wanted to see what you were capable of.

In this world, the new generation pushes the old generation forward, and the disciple surpasses the old generation. You are more cunning and more resourceful than I was when I was young.

So, I chose you out of desperation.

Shota! Become a brave boy, a protective scabbard, not a deadly knife.

The people of the Hoenn region are in your care!"

After saying that, Zheshui drained all his strength and took out the device that replaced the heart.

As blood gushed out from Zheshui's heart like a flood, the scarlet and glaring liquid seemed to turn into a red waterfall, flowing continuously in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the floor of the entire medical room was dyed a shocking dark red, and the originally flawless white ceiling was not spared. It was now stained with a bright blood-red color, as if covered by a thick layer of red paint.

Looking at Zheshui with his eyes wide open, he was holding the device that replaced his heart in his outstretched hand. His haggard face looked very peaceful under the incandescent light.

During this process, Zheshui did not make any sound to vent his emotions because of the fear brought by death.

He had a bright smile on his face, as if someone had come to pick him up in a car to go to heaven.

As his eyes gradually lost focus, the hand holding the device that replaced his heart naturally fell vertically, and the chief elder of the Hoenn Alliance's Council of Elders, Zheshui, died.

Shota stood quietly by the side, watching Zhesui die with his eyes open and a smile on his face. An unknown fear filled his heart, making him unable to help but retch on the spot.

After a long pause, Shota endured the discomfort in his body, walked step by step to Zheshui's side, and covered his wide-open eyes with his hands.

After a while, Shota took out a Poké Ball from behind and released the Beedrill.

With a "whoosh" sound, Zheshui's head connected to the neck was cut off by the sharp stinger of the Beedrill.

After collecting Zheshui's head, Shota thought for a moment, placed a bouquet of flowers in the vase next to the medical bed on Zheshui's body, then opened the door of the medical room and walked out straight away.