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78.57% Pokemon: Chronicles of Darkness / Chapter 140: Chapter 140:

บท 140: Chapter 140:

The Foggy Forest was located to the east of Lake of Rage. It was named for the thick fog that permeated the woods year-round. Ordinary people entering the forest could easily lose their way, making it difficult to leave.

The forest was home to some Ghost-type Pokémon, so the faint-hearted might be terrified if they ventured inside. Some had even entered and left the forest in a state of shock.

The Pokémon Association warned those with insufficient strength not to enter the Foggy Forest recklessly. The same applied to the adjoining Misty Mountains.

After climbing ashore, Cain wasted no time, leading Slowpoke straight into the Foggy Forest.

Although Slowpoke couldn't use Teleport, it could still utilize other Psychic-type moves, so Cain wasn't worried about the Ghost-type Pokémon. However, for safety, he also summoned Murkrow.

After walking for a full hour into the depths of the forest, Cain finally stopped.

Searching for some dry wood, Cain started a fire on the ground to dry off. Once completely dry, Cain changed into a fresh set of clothes. He stowed his soaked garments into his ring, since they were still on the run and needed to avoid leaving any traces behind.

In the Foggy Forest, the sun was not visible, but it was already close to setting when Cain entered with Slowpoke. An hour had passed since then, and it must have been dark outside by now. Cain summoned his Pokémon, preparing to make dinner.

Suddenly, two figures emerged from the woods. Both of them were dressed in mid-tier Pokémon Association uniforms, and slowly made their way towards Cain.

In truth, they were disoriented and couldn't find their bearings in the Foggy Forest, wandering aimlessly like headless flies as they searched for their assigned target. But they had unexpectedly spotted a flicker of firelight and hurried over.

Although their superiors had assigned them to find someone, they were given no information – not even the person's appearance or clothing. How were they supposed to find their target? With a "blind cat catching a dead rat" mentality, they thought they might as well see if they could stumble upon their target by chance.

Little did they know that just as they were approaching the firelight, their target – Cain – was there. Cain couldn't help but feel frustrated. Had his luck been too good before, leading to today's bad fortune? They had randomly chosen a spot to camp in the Foggy Forest, only to be found by two Pokémon Association trainers looking for them.

One of them stepped forward and asked, "Hey there, have you seen anyone else pass by here?"

Quickly thinking, Cain pretended to consider before answering, "I think I saw someone earlier, all wet and looking quite fierce, so I didn't approach him. Are you two looking for someone?"

Upon hearing Cain's response, the two trainers exchanged glances. The one who had spoken earlier waved his hand with a smile, saying, "No, no, we were just curious. People are rare in the Foggy Forest, so it's not often we come across others."

"Yeah, I usually don't see anyone for weeks, but today I've met three people. Quite unusual," Cain said as he continued setting up his tent, maintaining his composure. Observing Cain's nonchalant demeanor, the two men's initial suspicions wavered once more. At the very least, the young person before them, who spoke with an endearing simplicity, didn't seem like a bad individual.

"You guys are Association members, right?" Cain pretended not to notice their exchange of glances. As they remained silent, Cain spoke to break their defenses and find an opportunity to escape.

"Ah, yes, we are," they replied hastily, their exchange interrupted by Cain's question. "Where are you from, young man?"

Cain finished setting up his tent and sat down on a rock next to the fire, warming his hands above the flames, driving away the chill.

"Oh, I'm from Saffron City in the Kanto region. I started my journey recently and heard that training in the Misty Mountains could be really effective, so I came straight here. But I've been stuck here for almost a month and still haven't found my way out."

The two men joined Cain by the fire, warming themselves like he did.

"Saffron City? That's a big city, right?"

"Well, it's not much different from Goldenrod City. But my family is pretty ordinary, and I'm the only one who became a Trainer," Cain casually replied, waving his hand dismissively.

"Oh? Would you mind showing us your Association ID? No offense, but we just want to confirm you're one of us. As you can see, we're all Association Trainers." The two men gestured to their own clothes, clearly proud of their affiliation.

Cain pretended to be hesitant, mulling it over for a moment. The two men, thinking Cain didn't trust them, showed their own IDs, assuring him they meant no harm. At the same time, they subtly reached for their Pokeballs, ready to take action if Cain showed any signs of trouble.

Upon seeing their IDs, Cain nodded and pulled out his own, tossing it to them. They examined it carefully, comparing the information and Cain's appearance, finding no discrepancies. It appeared to be his genuine ID.

While not every person with a Association ID was necessarily good, they was far more trustworthy than Team Rocket members they'd fought earlier that day. Handing Cain his ID back, one of them apologized with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, kid. Don't take it personally. It's just that making more friends out here is always a good thing."

Given their limited exposure to fake IDs, they were inclined to trust Cain's ID.


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บท 141: Chapter 141:

Cain smiled and nodded in understanding. "Would you two like something to eat? I was just about to start a barbecue," he said, pulling out a pile of supplies and tools. His appearance as a typical wilderness survival trainer, along with his previous Association ID card, dispelled ninety percent of the duo's doubts. After all, Cain didn't look that old, and they reasoned that if they were his age, they wouldn't be so calm in such situations either.

"Haha, now that you mention it, I am pretty hungry," one of them said, patting his stomach with a hearty laugh. They had been battling Team Rocket all day and hadn't eaten much.

The other man nodded as well, but compared to his companion, he remained more cautious. They were in the wilderness, after all, and it never hurt to be careful. Cain didn't mind their attitudes and started grilling the meat. His Pokémon, too, looked eager and impatient. Everything seemed normal.

The two men didn't summon their Pokémon, but they kept their Poké Balls within easy reach, ready to call upon their partners at a moment's notice in case of any trouble. They chose their seating strategically, ensuring that they would have enough time to react and summon their Pokémon for defense if any of Cain's Pokémon made suspicious moves.

Moreover, they weren't too worried about Cain's Pokémon. Although they appeared strong, they seemed no match for their own. The reason they didn't summon their Pokémon right away was that they weren't used to eating with them. Another factor was that their Pokémon had been battling all day and had already been fed when they were recalled to their Poké Balls. It was better to let them rest inside.

Not everyone was like Cain, who enjoyed dining with his Pokémon. Many people treated their Pokémon like pets, and keeping them fed was considered a high level of care. Some even saw Pokémon as disposable tools, to be discarded after use.

...

It didn't take long for the meat to cook. Cain's expert grilling skills and the variety of seasonings he used surprised the duo, and the rich aroma soon filled the air. "It should be ready to eat now," Cain said, cutting a small piece of meat from a larger chunk with a dagger and popping it into his mouth.

Watching Cain stuff the golden-brown grilled meat into his mouth, the man who had first claimed to be hungry couldn't help but swallow his saliva. However, since it was someone else's food, they didn't feel comfortable helping themselves without permission.

The other man had initially been wary, fearing that Cain might tamper with the meat. However, as Cain had grilled the meat under their watchful eyes, using ordinary ingredients and seasonings, he gradually let go of his concerns. The aroma of the grilled meat was just too enticing.

Under their eager gazes, Cain tasted every piece of grilled meat to check if any were undercooked. This only made the two men even hungrier.

It seemed as though Cain just realized his rudeness, and he gave an apologetic smile to the two trainers. "Ah, I'm sorry. I got too absorbed in grilling. I don't have many hobbies, but I love cooking. Why don't you try my barbecue? The taste should be pretty good."

Both trainers waved their hands to indicate it was no big deal. But looking at the huge chunks of meat on the grill, they couldn't help but wonder why Cain had chosen such large pieces, which made it difficult for them to dig in. They hadn't prepared any utensils in their haste.

Sensing their awkwardness, Cain slapped his forehead and pulled two sets of tools from his ring, handing them over. Then, he sliced the juiciest and most golden part of the meat from the fattest piece with a dagger, skewered it, and handed it to the famished trainer who had been complaining about his hunger earlier.

"Thank you, thank you."

Amidst his profuse gratitude, Cain placed the meat into the trainer's bowl. Unable to wait any longer, the trainer began eating with a fork.

Cain then found another succulent piece of meat, cut a large chunk, and offered it to the other trainer, whose eyes eagerly followed the dagger. For some reason, the meat seemed to stick to the dagger, refusing to let go. Growing impatient, the trainer picked up his fork and bowl to help Cain peel the meat off the blade.

Little did he know, a sinister smile gradually spread across Cain's face, revealing a hint of ruthlessness. As the corner of his mouth curled up, a chilling murderous intent emerged in his previously calm, black eyes.

Finally, the meat was torn from the dagger, but Cain's hand showed no sign of pausing. A flash of white light reflected in his eyes as the sharp blade sliced through an artery, sending a clear sensation through the dagger.

The trainer's eyes widened in shock, realizing that his guard had been down at the worst possible moment.

"One down!", Cain thought to himself.

The other trainer, who was mid-bite, was also taken aback. He never expected the seemingly naive young man before them to suddenly attack his companion. It was now obvious to even the dullest observer that this youth was the target of their search.

But his surprise lasted only a moment, and without even bothering to spit out the meat, he violently pulled the fork from his mouth and lunged at Cain.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The trainer hadn't even summoned his Pokémon, so his best choice was to deal with the youth using his fork and then confront the Pokémon afterward. As a mid-level Association trainer, he had plenty of wilderness survival experience and had killed before, so there was no hesitation.

The cold, gleaming fork was aimed straight at Cain's neck. Their cramped surroundings meant it would reach its target in no time.

But it was as if Cain had anticipated the other trainer's move. He showed no intention of backing away, knowing that doing so would only result in impaling himself on the approaching fork.

Using the momentum of the swing, he shifted his body just a few centimeters forward, narrowly avoiding the fork's aim at his throat. Instead, it found purchase in his shoulder. Before Cain's brain could even process the pain, the dagger gripped tightly in his hand continued its swing.

Seeing that his fork had missed its mark, the trainer's face changed color as he tried to pull it out. But by that time, the dagger had already reached the man's back. "Sqwelp!" The fifteen-centimeter blade plunged hilt-deep into his spine, severing it in an instant. "Thud! Thud!" Both of the trainer's lifeless bodies collapsed one after the other.

The altercation took place within a mere second or two, too fast for Murkrow and the others to react. Although they knew the two men were trouble and were prepared to take them out within five seconds upon receiving the order. The intruders were cautious and seated far from the Pokemon, whilst also being ready to summon their own Pokémon and defend themselves if necessary. So it fell upon Cain to handle the situation.

And fortunately, he succeeded.


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