My Name of the Spirit Lucario

"Strength, this is the most powerful force!"

Gerald's hand holding the black elf ball was trembling uncontrollably.

The ultimate power he has been looking for for a long time, even the power that made him not hesitate to kill other Rockets members and betray his own organization, is showing all its power in front of him at this moment.

……

"Snapped!"

The loud slap knocked a burly boy to the ground.

"Little bastard, hand over your money!" The drunken middle-aged man shouted at the boy.

"That's the money I earned from part-time jobs. I can't buy you wine." The young man clutched his pockets tightly, where there were a few elf dollar bills that he had saved after working part-time at a convenience store.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned fierce, and he stepped forward to snatch it.

"Stop talking nonsense, I am your old man, it is only right and proper to use your money to be filial to me."

Originally, the physique of the boy was not inferior to that of the man, but the latter squeezed the boy's wrist vigorously and did not move it for a while, so he became a little angry from embarrassment.

"You bastard, you're a slut just like your damn mother!" The man gave up wrestling his wrists, and instead punched the young man firmly, then he seemed to be puzzled and used his right foot He kicked vigorously, and kept cursing in his mouth. "I've been raising you for so long, what's the matter with the little money to buy wine, huh? How dare you resist, little bastard?"

The man punched and kicked, seeing the boy's shoulders, arms, body, and thighs gradually appear black and red bruises, the man seemed to feel a different kind of pleasure, the more he beat, the more addicted he became.

The teenager endured the beating silently. This is not the first time he has been beaten. Whenever the man who is called his father suffers from alcoholism, he would rummage through his home to try to find money, otherwise he could not find it. , always find some excuses to beat his wife and children.

"If it weren't for this, mom wouldn't be so early..."

The young man thought, waiting for this man to get tired and he would be relieved.

Only this time, I don't know why this man went crazy. After beating for so long, there is no sign of stopping. The more he beats, the harder he is.

Gradually, blood redness began to appear in front of the boy's eyes, and his mind was almost beaten so clearly that he was not particularly sober.

"Garbage, shit, bastard..." All kinds of dirty words appeared in the mouth of the middle-aged man.

The young man was in a trance for a while, watching the man swearing, for some reason, his heart became more and more irritable, and an unprecedented hostility suddenly rose.

"Give it to me..." The boy stood up abruptly, raised his fist, and punched this disgusting face hard. "……Shut up!!!!"

Shouting heart-piercingly, the middle-aged man was knocked down by the boy's strong fist.

"..."

It seemed that he did not expect that his "son" who could not fight back would suddenly fight back. There was only a burst of astonishment and fear in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

wonderful!It's such a wonderful feeling!

Seeing "Father" who closed his mouth under his fist, the boy felt a wonderful feeling in his heart.

"It turns out that I can not only be beaten, but also have the strength to resist..." The young man took a deep breath as if intoxicated. "Is this the feeling of power? It's so wonderful."

"My dear father, now it's your turn..."

"what!!!"

Amidst the endless screams, what was outlined was the devilish grin of the strong young man.

……

"Brother Gerald, this is the protection fee for those shops."

The gangster with a nose ring and yellow cockscomb hair smiled and handed over the money in his hand.

The burly man leaned against the wall, closed his eyes slightly, and nodded noncommittally to the money handed over by his younger brother.

"Heh, are you the one who robbed us of protection fees recently?"

With a chuckle, a person wearing black clothes with a large "r" logo stepped out from the corner.

The burly man opened his eyes, looking murderously at the mysterious figure who suddenly appeared.

"...Are you here to uphold justice? Let me see if your strength is enough."

The burly man clenched his fist, swung his right hand, and punched the wall behind him horizontally, making a hole of a small size.

"Hehe, don't get me wrong." The mysterious figure waved his hand and continued to maintain that half-smile expression.

"Violent Gerald, our boss appreciates you."

"Would you like to join..."

"Team Rocket?"

……

Time passed, and Jerrod also changed from a small soldier of the Rockets to one of the three major cadres in the East area.

It's just that he's starting to feel a little bored.

"Strength, there is no way to improve it!"

After entering Team Rocket, he received his first elf. This magical creature opened up a way for him to gain new power. In the past, the elves that were snatched back were even powerful An elf like Cron, who is recognized as a quasi-god, can no longer satisfy his endless thirst for power.

Especially the one I saw.

The highest controller of the notorious Rocket team, the biggest villain in history, and also a powerful elf trainer.The power controlled by that one made Jerrod dreadful, but also extremely yearning.

"Strength, only strength is the most important thing."

Jerrod could no longer bear his "weakness", and he even wanted to leave the Rockets to seek other ways.

Until he saw the plan.

"The dreamy eyelash fossils of the super ancient elves? The research plan of artificial super beasts? The ultimate elves beyond fantasy? The experiment of the dark elf ball?"

Gerald's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"Mine, this is mine, no one can take it away..."

……

Time has passed again.

In the east of Crescent Forest, the highest level of the test base.

After driving away that annoying old guy, Gerald's eyes showed extreme obsession and fanaticism, and he stared closely at the gradually forming white-purple figure in the glass petri dish.

"Soon, I can have you soon..."

……

"Die!"

Gerald, who used to be very strong, has changed a lot at this time. His body has become extremely thin, almost shrunk by an entire latitude, and his cheeks that are often full of vitality have also become extremely pale. The only thing that remains unchanged is The desire for power in the eyes, and the devilish grin on the mouth.

He was holding a black poke ball in his hand. Inexplicably, a puff of black mist emerged from the poke ball, and the black mist entangled the helpless Rockets team members before they had time to scream. In an instant, it turned into piles of black ash and fell to the ground.

"The Rockets, there is no value anymore."

"The power I want has come!"

Gerald looked at the upper floor of the experimental base, his eyes were empty, but the greedy desire, as if it was real, made people shudder.