Chapter 114: A Different Kind of Rebellion Unfolds
Facing Mewtwo's questioning, a Pikachu stepped forward.
"You say you're not enslaved, but that you're together because you like it?"
Mewtwo translated Pikachu's words, then sneered.
"Absurd! Foolish! Humans only know how to use Pokémon!"
"You've never even lived with humans, so how would you know?"
This time, it was a boy who stood before him—Pikachu's trainer, Ash.
"Who says I haven't? I once tried to live with humans. But I quickly realized I was wrong."
"You only wanted to exploit my power for despicable purposes."
The human Mewtwo referred to was Giovanni.
Although Giovanni was a scheming and ambitious man, he lacked one thing—a heart.
Giovanni treated Mewtwo like a tool. Aside from making empty promises, he never truly connected with him.
Even humans get angry when they're fed empty promises for too long, let alone Mewtwo, who had been manipulated from the start.
Mewtwo during his time on New Island was indeed like a newborn child, but this child was born with knowledge—he understood far more than people realized.
As a Psychic-type, he was exceptionally sensitive to emotions. Everything in the world was unfamiliar to his newly awakened self.
When he realized he'd been deceived, he left Giovanni—and before leaving, he destroyed his base of operations.
It was as if he had returned to the time when he was first born, lost and confused in this world.
"You humans make us fight each other like gladiators in an arena for your entertainment, all under the noble name of 'Pokémon battles.'"
"You humans use something called a Poké Ball to imprison us in cramped, tiny spaces, and call it 'capturing.'"
"And after capturing us, you don't even treat us well. You pick and choose among us like merchandise—selecting only the best of a species to train while the rest are left to rot in those little balls, forgotten and lonely until they die."
"You humans give us hope, promise us something called a 'home,' but the moment we choose to trust you, you destroy that hope with your own hands."
"You humans are so weak—what right do you have to rule over us?"
Faced with Mewtwo's barrage of questions, Ash didn't know how to respond. His face flushed red with frustration.
"It's not like that!"
"Then what is it like? Tell me."
"Are you saying the people around you have never done what I just described?"
His words pierced Ash's heart like a sword.
He suddenly remembered something Professor Oak had once told him: his rival and friend Gary had caught over 200 Pokémon. Of the same species, he captured many, just like Mewtwo said—only choosing the best to train, while the rest were stored at Professor Oak's lab.
Then he remembered himself, capturing a whole herd of Tauros in the Safari Zone, only to dump them at the lab without a second thought.
A cold smile appeared on Mewtwo's lips. He had the ability to sense human thoughts—triggering these memories was nothing to him.
Humans really are all the same.
Except…
"So I've decided to replace humanity. Starting now."
"Utter nonsense!"
Mewtwo's declaration enraged the other trainers.
"Let's take him down together! No matter how strong he is, he's still a Pokémon—he can be defeated!"
Flames, torrents of water, leaves, and beams of all kinds shot toward Mewtwo.
But even with all their combined power, they weren't even close to being a match for a single flick of Mewtwo's finger.
With just a casual raise of his hand, a barrier appeared, blocking all attacks. Then, like he had done to Gyarados earlier, he reflected them all back.
The difference in power wasn't just vast—it was from another dimension.
Psychic-types were the undisputed kings of the first generation.
And this was Mewtwo's domain.
If any Elite Four or Champion-level trainers had been present, maybe they could have held their own for a bit. But unfortunately, they weren't here.
Moments later, only a handful of Pokémon remained standing.
"Since you've lost, I'll now take my spoils."
Mewtwo's words were vague, and before the others could react, he gently raised his hands.
Countless black spheres floated around him. Slightly smaller than Poké Balls, their surface was jet black with four white ridged lines, and a central eye-like marking.
Mewtwo Balls.
They had the ability to capture Pokémon without any restrictions. Even more terrifying than a Master Ball, these glitch-like devices could absorb your Poké Ball—even if your Pokémon had already been recalled.
With a wave of his hand, countless Pokémon were sucked into them.
"What are you doing?!"
The furious trainers ordered their Pokémon to fight back, but it was futile—no attack could destroy the black spheres.
"I already told you, I'm claiming my spoils. Just like how you humans capture Pokémon after defeating them—I'm doing the same."
"From now on, these Pokémon are mine."
Without their Pokémon, the trainers were like tigers stripped of their fangs, claws, and size.
And this was only the beginning. Mewtwo planned to take even more Pokémon, to liberate them all from humanity. He would form an army of Pokémon and declare war on mankind.
This was his path of rebellion.
With a wave of his hand, the "Mewtwo Balls" floated one by one into the depths of the castle through a tunnel.
There, a machine awaited—one capable of cloning Pokémon from the tiniest sample of DNA.
In the realm of scientific learning, Mewtwo had demonstrated terrifying talent.
During his time with Giovanni, unlike in the original storyline where he sought the meaning of his existence, he had been secretly studying. Without Giovanni knowing, he hacked into Team Rocket's internal network, devouring all available knowledge, ravenously consuming human science and technology.
Once, he had reduced all of New Island to ruins. But now, he had easily built this castle and even restored the research facility.
No—improved it.
The research lab had become a fortified stronghold, filled with traps. The cloning machine had been upgraded—what once took months could now be done in minutes, and with no rejection or side effects.
What took generations of scientists countless sleepless nights to create, Mewtwo learned with a single glance.
(End of Chapter)