A Office Worker's Grudge Could Feed Ten Demons
Su Feng frowned. Were Pokémon in this mysterious realm inherently aggressive? The Dusknoir had been relentlessly pursuing them for ages. Thankfully, after evading it repeatedly with Haunter's help, they'd finally shaken it off—for now.
"Is…is Dusknoir gone?" The girl trembled, her instincts screaming that being caught by the spectral Pokémon would spell disaster.
Assuming she'd been traumatized by a prior encounter, Su Feng reassured her, "Don't worry. It won't catch up anytime soon…probably."
Surveying their surroundings, Su Feng realized the truth. This mysterious realm mirrored the S.S. Anne—but as a decaying ghost ship. The deck was riddled with holes, rust ate through the walls, and an eerie silence clung to the air.
"Guys, I messed up," Su Feng muttered. "This isn't an oceanic mysterious realm. It's a ghost ship—a derelict version of the S.S. Anne, drifting aimlessly. No crew, no life…just whatever's haunting it."
[GHOST SHIP!? NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.]
[Bruh, this just turned into a horror movie.]
[Feng, my dude, maybe retreat?]
[Easy for you to say! There's no exit!]
Su Feng grimaced. Leaving wouldn't be simple—Dusknoir guarded the only path back to the real S.S. Anne. Glancing at the terrified girl, he cursed himself for dragging her deeper into danger.
As he strategized, Haunter tugged his sleeve. "Gengar…（Feng, something's…off.）"
Panicking, Su Feng pulled out a Potion. "Are you hurt!?"
Haunter shook her head. "Gengar…（Not hurt. Feels like…energy building inside.）"
Su Feng's eyes widened. The ghost ship's unique energy might be triggering her evolution! But she needed one last push—a battle.
"Where's the Linking Cord I gave you?" Su Feng asked. Haunter rummaged in her mouth and pulled out a waterproof bag containing the cord.
Su Feng sweatdropped. Of course she stores it there. He pocketed the cord. Natural evolution was better. "New plan: Crush every aggressive ghost Pokémon here and find the exit!"
[Feng's more aggressive than the ghosts lmao.]
[Why is Dusknoir even chasing them!?]
[Ghosts gonna ghost.]
As they crept forward, a Shuppet floated into view, eyeing the girl curiously.
"Shuppet, the Puppet Pokémon," Su Feng whispered. "Ghost-type. It feeds on grudges and envy. The horn on its head senses negative emotions—perfect for toxic workplaces."
[I NEED ONE. My office's drama could fuel a demon army.]
[Corporate drone here. My grudge could feed ten demons.]
[Shuppet: The ultimate HR solution.]
Su Feng frowned. Why was Shuppet fixated on the girl? She radiated fear, not resentment. The Shuppet circled her, cackled, then phased through a wall.
What was that about?
Haunter growled, sensing danger. Deeper in the ship, shadows stirred—Dusknoir wasn't the only threat here.