Reincarnated in a Pokémon world

21. Game

Lyon was a bit confuzzled when he heard Joltérax said so. What game? What's kind of game this pervert wanted to play? Somehow he got the chills thinking what game they're going to play. The black man was not someone you would want to mess with. Just judging from the heretical acts he had done until now, it's clear without saying that this crazy b!tch was also a massive sadist. Who knew how many had died from his torture? Lyon was aware of what had happened to Zangoose and Ralts before they met just by looking at the two's injuries at that time. Though he didn't know the full details of their story, it's not hard to imagine the suffering they went through.

Now it's not them but Lyon who was about to be tortured. Still, he thought it's better than having his Pokémon tortured. He needed to buy some time for them to rest enough and wake up so they could strike back. This was the only way he could think of to get all of them out of this horrid situation. As long as he's not dead, no matter how bad the injuries were, they could heal him back to perfect condition. Even if his body wasn't intact, all of those parts were still able to be put back on their original positions and healed thoroughly. Unless they were intentionally removed and destroyed before getting a chance to heal, just like what had happened to Ralts's horns, Zangoose's eye and claws, then he didn't have to worry if it could even leave a scar or not.

Unfortunately, his way of thinking was too naive. Lyon convinced himself he was capable of enduring any kinds of tortures throwing his way. But his mind was only able to process limitedly and being whipped was the worst thing he could imagine. Little did he know, Joltérax had come up with something even worse.

Suddenly, the black man grabbed Lyon's hair and pulled it upward. Lyon had to lift his head due to the force to look at Joltérax. Like usual, a smile spread across this son of b!tch's face but Lyon could see a glint appeared in his eyes. Lyon shivered when he felt such a malicious intent towards him. Then Joltérax opened his mouth and uttered some insane words like it was completely normal.

- It's really simple. You only have to keep quiet. The quieter the better.

The black man chuckled when seeing Lyon's expression. Hearing Joltérax's words only made him even more confused. But Lyon immediately turned pale upon seeing Joltérax's action. The black man pulled out things after things from his backpack. At first, Lyon didn't understand what the h3ll this son of b!tch was doing. But Lyon totally freaked out when he started to recognize those tools. Now he finally understood what Joltérax meant when saying try to keep quiet. This son of b!tch was confident that Lyon wouldn't be able to hold his voice. And why the h3ll did this pervert carry that kind of things while being chased by the enemies?

- It's not like I forbid you to make any sounds. But every time you scream I will also make your Pokémons scream.

Stopped using that kind and warm older brother's voice. It's nauseous. Just with words sounded like honeyed whispers to a lover, Joltérax easily managed to scare the sh!t out of others. The fact that he didn't even faze while doing these things was amazing by itself. Joltérax grabbed Lyon's neck and threw him forwards. His back hit a tree behind and the impact caused him to cough another mouthful of blood. It's not that strong but unluckily, enough to make his broken ribs burrow deeper into his lungs. Before this pervert even started his game, Lyon already felt like he's about to pass out from the pain.

- What name should I call this game, heh? How about The Silent Game? Sounds good?

Joltérax put his index finger on his chin and closed his eyes while pondering. He asked Lyon questions but it's not like he expected an answer and it was too painful for Lyon to open his mouth anyway. Still, Joltérax amused himself looking at a 5-year-old child enduring great pain without crying.

If he remembered correctly, white silver hair and ruby eyes were characteristics of that small clan lineage. And recently, there's an announcement about their young master had died from being attacked by a wild Pokémon while getting lost in the Forest of the Beginnings.

So this was where the child ended up. It's true that the child had been in the forest but looked, wasn't he still alive and kicking? Joltérax had thought something smelled fishy when the wife of that clan's master passed away, another woman immediately moved in and the young master died right after. Pfft. Such coincidences!

It would be a big hit to the master's reputation if people found out he murdered both his wife and his own son. To cover it up, the clan's master faked his wife's death. But if he also used the same way to cover up his son's death then it would be too suspicious. He came up with another idea but didn't check if the child surely died or not. The master must have underestimated his son's ability. How stupid!

However, Joltérax had also never thought a kid was able to survive in this forest, even if this was only the outskirts. He was amused greatly by how Lyon managed to stay alive all this time. Joltérax now felt grateful towards the stupid master for letting him have a chance to get such a nice toy.

- Oh, and don't worry kiddo. I won't leave any marks on your face. – Joltérax caressed the tools like they were some precious treasures. His voice was filled with affection. Then the black man turned to look at Lyon with loving eyes. – Because I want to keep your head in my new collection. It's a pity if such a pretty face is ruined, right?

Lyon was terrified from the thought that even after he died, he still couldn't rest in peace when his head was displayed for a psychopath's entertainment. His blood ran cold as he clenched his fist, tried to stay conscious. To wait for a chance to counterattack, he had to be extremely patient. Lyon needed to deal a final blow to kill off this motherf#cking psychopath once and for all.

After a long time thinking, Joltérax picked up a pair of pliers and walked towards Lyon with a wicked smile spread across his face.

- I have already explained all the rules. Now, let's get started, shall we?