Pokemon : The Master of Dragon-Types

Chapter 422: 422. Real or fake Giovanni?

The dark, silent Fluorescent Forest shimmered with enchanting luminescence.

The entire forest was completely frozen, with towering, dense trees covered in a thick layer of ice crystals, radiating a faint glow.

Jacob, riding on his Noivern, hunted down the surviving individuals.

These people were all pawns sent by the Qi Family and the Black Dragon City Underground Black Market. Although they initially fell into a deep sleep after being hit by Darkrai's Dark Void, the continuous battles had already awakened some of them from their slumber.

As for those who hadn't woken up, they likely never would—they had long since been accidentally killed by various area-of-effect attacks.

Jacob sighed. Sometimes this world was just that cruel. Although these awakened individuals had miraculously survived, they had also witnessed Jacob's Iron Valiant.

Therefore, Jacob had no choice; to conceal his secret, he had to steel his heart and eliminate all of them.

From the moment Jacob released Iron Valiant, the fate of these people was already sealed.

The Iron Valiant beside Jacob flashed like a phantom, eliminating another person, its purple blades already stained blood-red.

"Only a few left. Hurry up—the fighting here has already alarmed many people," Jacob said to the Iron Valiant beside him.

Then he climbed onto the back of Noivern and chased after the last few survivors.

The biting cold wind, mixed with ice crystals, stung Jacob's cheeks.

Suddenly, Noivern let out a warning cry, then its wings trembled, and it swooped down sharply.

"Roar!"

Noivern landed, blocking the escaping individuals, its eyes fixed on the people before it, letting out a terrifying roar.

There were two dark-skinned men, plus a dirty, shabbily dressed little boy, about twelve or thirteen years old.

These three were Jacob's final targets.

Once they were eliminated, there would be no other survivors in the Fluorescent Forest.

"Giovanni... Sir. Don't... don't kill me." One of the men, as thin as a bamboo pole, was already terrified by Jacob's deadly aura, his voice trembling as he looked at Jacob in fear. "I was forced to come here. Please let me go. I just got married this year, and my wife just got pregnant. I don't want to die."

The thin man spoke, weeping and crying, pleading desperately with Jacob.

Another muscular man immediately dropped to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly to Jacob.

"Giovanni, please, let me go. Giovanni, I have elderly parents and young children. My child is only eight months old and hasn't been weaned yet. He was just born and can't be without a father. My mother also has lung disease and is waiting for me to earn money to save her life, and my father broke his leg. My whole family depends on me to survive. Please let me go—I'll be your servant, Giovanni."

"Please, spare me, I can't die. Please, let me go. Son, say something quickly, please beg Giovanni to let us go."

While kowtowing and begging for mercy, the muscular man reached out and pulled the little boy beside him to his knees, pressing his head down to kowtow to Jacob repeatedly.

Jacob's gaze also fell on the little boy beside them. Compared to the two men, the little boy seemed very calm. He was forcibly made to kowtow the entire time without saying a word, his long bangs covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Are you done talking?" Jacob stared coldly at the three.

Although his face still showed undisguised killing intent, Jacob was somewhat hesitant internally.

Regardless of whether what the two men said was true or false, he genuinely couldn't bring himself to kill a little boy. This was the most basic moral line and conscience as a human being.

Although Jacob didn't possess much of these qualities, he wasn't without them entirely.

Just as Jacob hesitated, the little boy in front of him suddenly bit the muscular man's hand fiercely, then bolted to the side, trying to escape.

The man cried out in pain, letting go of the little boy's hand. Instinctively, he raised his hand to strike the boy, but remembering Jacob was nearby, he lowered his raised hand and grabbed the little boy, pulling him back.

"They're lying to you." The words that burst from the little boy ignited the anger and killing intent in the two men's hearts. If they hadn't remembered Jacob was right there, they would have certainly taught the little boy a harsh lesson without hesitation.

"Son, what nonsense are you talking about... You've kowtowed so much you've gone silly." The muscular man pulled the little boy beside him, a simple, honest smile on his face as he looked at Jacob. "Sir, he's confused, please don't take him seriously."

"Stop." Jacob said with a frown. "Let go of him. Let him come over here."

"Sir..."

"Hmm?" Jacob's eyes slightly chilled, looking at the muscular man with undisguised killing intent.

"Yes... Yes... Sir." The muscular man was forced to release the little boy and said to him, "Son, don't talk nonsense. Listen to the Sir. Don't speak carelessly."

The little boy slowly walked step by step toward Jacob. When he got close to Jacob, he looked up at him, then turned to look at the two men.

"They're lying to you. They're both human traffickers. They tied me up and brought me here to sell me to others." The little boy pointed his finger at the thin man who had spoken first. "He isn't even married. He's addicted to gambling and owes a lot of money. He came here to escape his debts."

"Nonsense!" The thin man's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat as he yelled at the little boy. "You don't know anything—don't talk rubbish!"

"I'm not talking nonsense." After the little boy finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the muscular man. "And him—he's not my father at all. He's just a scoundrel. He slept with the village chief's daughter-in-law in his village and was chased all the way here. They're both not good people."

Listening to the little boy's words, Jacob's gaze turned to the other two men, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Giovanni... Sir, don't listen to his nonsense—it's all made-up lies."

"Yes, Giovanni, he's lying to you."

"I'm not lying." The little boy's voice rang out, arguing his point, then he turned his gaze to Jacob. "They're both not good people—they both deserve to die. I can prove I'm not lying."

At this point, the little boy's gaze fell on Jacob's Noivern, and there seemed to be a glimmer in his eyes. Noivern suddenly turned its head, its eyes curiously examining the little boy.

At the same time, in Jacob's mind, Noivern's voice sounded: "Master, she is peering into my mental world. She wants to communicate with me directly through telepathy."

The little boy evidently didn't expect his ability to fail, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He then turned to look at Jacob, his eyes shining with light.

"Psychic invasion detected..."

"Ability identifying..."

"Ability identification successful..."

[Viridian Power]: Can communicate telepathically with Pokémon, can read Pokémon's thoughts, and can also experience the surrounding environment through a Pokémon's perspective. Furthermore, Viridian Power can accelerate a Pokémon's growth, heal a Pokémon's injuries, and finally, one Pokémon can be chosen to be bound, significantly improving its potential.

Viridian Power?

Could it be that you are the true Giovanni?