Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 382 Junsha's Hidden Self-Recollections

My name is Junsha Xuezang, and now I’m a senior prosecutor of the Alliance. I don’t know whether my background is good or bad, but I’m not sad about it, I just feel confused.

The things my father left behind did not strengthen my path, but made it even more confusing.

With the help of my father's friends, I got his diary when I became a prosecutor at the age of 14.

This also made me know about the horrific internal strife in my family, and I understood why my grandmother always looked at me strangely.

I looked at the little girl younger than me with jealousy. She was loved by her whole family all the time, especially her grandmother.

Before I got the diary, I tried to imitate her and pretend to be innocent and romantic, but it was of no avail. Some people in my family still looked at me strangely.

So, I changed my approach to approach this little girl.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or not, but I was able to approach her very smoothly with almost no obstacles.

I still remember the first time she saw me. She looked so fragile and timid. I don’t know why such a girl would be so favored by my grandmother.

I felt very unwilling, so I thought of embarrassing her to lower her status in grandma's eyes.

First, I gained her trust through various methods, and then taught her wrong theories in various family studies, causing her to fail every exam.

Because of this, other children in the family laughed at her, including me.

However, she seemed very strong about this and vented her emotions in another way, which was to find commoner boys to show off her noble status, so that she gradually developed a proud and overbearing character.

But none of this is my business. I just looked at her with burning eyes, hoping that she would lose her grandmother's favor.

But what I didn't expect was that not only did this not make him lose his grandmother's favor, but made his grandmother dote on him even more.

In response, I gritted my teeth and swore to find an opportunity to take revenge on her. I didn't know what I was going to do to her, but I was filled with deep malice towards her.

I finally found this opportunity at a family dinner.

I invited her to dance with me, and she accepted happily. To me, her smile looked like the mockery of an old witch, but in fact, it was like the smile of an angel.

While dancing, I deliberately tripped her a few times, making our steps look very strange.

She whispered in my ear:

"Sister, please dance slower. I can't keep up."

But I ignored her request and continued dancing on my own, like a proud swan unwilling to lower her proud head.

But this time, I didn't gain any benefit from my mischief. Instead, I fell down during the dance, while the little bitch was caught by an old man unharmed.

I fell in the middle of the dance floor, feeling so ashamed at the strange looks from everyone and the sounds of their discussions.

I glared fiercely at the weak little figure lying in the old man's arms, then rushed out of the crowd sobbing.

From then on, my hatred towards her became even deeper, because she took away everything that should have belonged to me.

This resentment eventually gave me the urge to kill her, and I made a detailed plan.

During a family camping trip, I was sitting alone in a corner. With my Junsha face on, I looked out of place with the other family members around me.

But fortunately, they had no intention of provoking me. After all, this face is the nemesis of evil.

In this regard, I am very satisfied with my mother whom I have never met, even though her face may look exactly like that of other Junsha.

As I was thinking this, the disgusting little figure came in front of me again and called me timidly, "Sister".

I ignored her, but I had already thought of how to kill her during this camping trip.

Seeing that I ignored her, she had to stand aside timidly, like an elementary school student who had done something wrong.

I have always looked down on her shy attitude and I don't know why my grandma likes her.

So, it would be better for her to die, not only for grandma, but also for me.

As I thought about this, I looked around and saw that the other children were playing very seriously. So I waved to this little guy and said,

"Hey, I'm going to take you to a fun place."

After saying this, I didn't wait for her to agree or disagree, but walked straight through the bushes and headed towards the forest.

Because I know that this follower will definitely follow me.

As expected, she just whispered "sister" behind me, and then followed me happily.

I ignored her calls and just kept walking forward, and finally arrived at the place I had planned.

I was lying behind the bushes. Not far in front of me, there was a hive of giant hornets, with dozens of them taking turns guarding it.

I turned my head to look at her who was lying beside me, looking a little uneasy, and said to her:

"Go throw a stone at them."

Hearing my order, she hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, picked up a stone from the ground with trembling body, and walked through the bushes towards the giant hornet's hive.

When I saw her movements, a hint of success appeared on the corner of my mouth, and my hand slowly reached for a place in the bushes, where I had set up a rope mechanism. As long as she threw it, I would pull the mechanism to make her fall. Then, hehe, she would be dead.

As I thought this, I watched her throw the stone and then run towards me quickly. Without hesitation, I pulled the mechanism.

This guy fell to the grass as expected. The giant hornets were approaching her. Their red eyes were like wild beasts that were ready to eat her alive.

I hid in the bushes and watched quietly, without any regrets, only the excitement of having my plan succeed.

But unexpectedly, the Beedrills seemed to be disturbed by some force, and they bypassed the guy in fear.

Then, a large needle tip seemed to notice me and came towards me madly.

I was so scared that I turned pale and just stood there quietly.

Just when the sharp stinger of the giant hornet was about to pierce my head, suddenly a figure threw me to the ground, allowing me to avoid the fatal blow.

While the sharp thorns of the giant needle were embedded in the tree, she pulled me and ran in the direction we came from without looking back.

While running, I gradually came to my senses and looked at the figure in front of me who was holding my hand and running. I saw her frightened eyes through her profile, but her hand was holding mine tightly, as if she never let up for a moment.

But at this moment, the idea of ​​pushing her down came into my mind, because if I don’t do it today, there will be fewer opportunities in the future.

As I was thinking this, my other hand gradually reached her back.

But she seemed to be tired from running, and she let go of my hand, breathing heavily.

"Sister, sister... run... I'll hold them back."

Then she stood behind me, and I just looked at her petite figure quietly. An indescribable shame crept into my mind.

I know I can't kill her like this anymore.

I don't know where I got the courage from, but I carried her on my back and then ran madly towards the campsite with the Beedrill chasing closely.

But maybe it was God's punishment for me, I accidentally tripped over a stone and fell down.

The strong feeling of dizziness made me feel suffocated, but I knew I couldn’t stop. However, my body had no strength left due to the intense running.

Looking at her lying on the ground next to me and struggling to get up, I started laughing, not knowing why.

Finally, under the dark mass of giant bees, I asked her a very strange question:

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

But her answer to me was:

"For my sister, a thousand times over."

After hearing her answer, I knew that from that moment on, I could no longer kill her, because she loved me and I loved her too.