Chapter 499: You Really Are a Waste

The black‑robed man vaulted and jumped straight off the helicopter.

He steadied his posture in the air, and at the moment of landing his black robe slipped open, fully revealing the face hidden beneath.

It was a face exactly identical to Lysandre's.

Only this face was unusually gaunt, with sunken cheeks, a deep, bone‑visible scar across the nasal bone, the wound still unhealed, exuding a weary, ragged and cold sharpness.

When the face was recognized, the Lysandre floating in mid‑air turned deathly pale, a trace of unmistakable fear flashing in his eyes, and he howled hoarsely, "Yifei'erta! Death Wing, now! Activate Death Wing!"

Yifei'erta instantly spread his wings, destructive energy gathering rapidly around him, but as the technique was only half‑formed, its power inexplicably dissipated, making the attack impossible to launch.

The gaunt Lysandre watched the chaotic scene, spoke lightly, his tone tinged with self‑mockery and indifference: "Lysandre… every time I call that name, it feels like I'm calling myself. Fine, from now on I'll call you Fu Yi."

He lifted his gaze to the terrified Lysandre and said slowly, "Fu Yi, although we look identical, during my absence you used my identity and memories to impersonate me and command my Pokemon. But now, I have returned."

The Pokemon that belong to me have always recognized only the real me.

The moment those words fell, Ghetsis, standing on Jie Ke Luo Mu, suddenly changed expression, instantly grasping the whole cause and effect; he inhaled deeply, enlightened, "So that's it… you are the Lysandre who originally came with us."

The gaunt Lysandre twitched his mouth corner, showing a helpless smile, "Long time no see, Ghetsis."

"How did you end up looking like this?" Ghetsis's expression remained unchanged, his tone clearly puzzled.

"I never expected this counterpart who looks exactly like me to be so reckless, impulsive, and brainless," the gaunt Lysandre retorted coldly.

After Arceus originally trans‑dimensional‑transported him to this world, he immediately grasped its layout and headed straight for the Kalos Region to find his counterpart from his own world.

Relying on his complete memories and cognition, he easily infiltrated the Flash Flame Team Headquarters and successfully located this world's Lysandre — that is, Fu Yi.

After confirming that both aimed to overturn the current world and forge a new order, he spared nothing, sharing all the methods, schemes, and experiences that led his world to the ultimate goal, and told them all to Fu Yi.

He had thought the two could cooperate and safely complete the plan.

But he never imagined that in an instant, the ambitious Fu Yi would backstab him, imprisoning him in darkness, unable to move.

It wasn't until this Rocket Team Trio infiltrated the Flash Flame Team Headquarters, causing chaos and theft, accidentally prying open the secret chamber that held him, that he finally saw daylight again.

The gaunt Lysandre lifted his gaze, coldly staring at Fu Yi in mid‑air, his eyes icy, his tone full of unabashed contempt: "Holding the Three Gods I brought from Kalos, wielding all the experience I taught you hand‑by‑hand, you've been toiling for so long yet haven't even fully mastered a single Kalos Region. You're a complete waste."

"Shut up!" Fu Yi, publicly exposed, erupted in angry shame, a raging fire flashing in his eyes, and barked, "Zygarde! Turn him into a sieve!"

Zygarde, hovering in mid‑air, turned to glance at the two identical‑looking Lysandres, shifted slightly, but ultimately remained stationary, showing no sign of attacking.

"Fool."

The gaunt Lysandre sneered lightly, then raised his voice in a cold command: "Xerneas, Yifei'erta, Zygarde, return."

The moment his words fell, the Three Great Divine Beasts moved simultaneously.

Xerneas stepped forward first, the life aura surrounding it gradually contracting, moving purposefully toward the gaunt Lysandre; closely behind, Zygarde followed steadily.

Yifei'erta's body shuddered violently, his wings flared, he hurled Fu Yi off his back into the sky, then swooped down, landing behind the gaunt Lysandre.

"No! Impossible!"

Fu Yi, panicked and flailing in mid‑air, hurriedly produced three Pokeballs, attempting to forcibly recall the Three Gods of Kalos.

But Xerneas merely glanced at the Pokeballs in his hand; three faint divine currents swept by. Three crisp cracks rang out, and the three Pokeballs in Fu Yi's hand exploded, turning into drifting fragments.

Seeing the completely shattered Pokeballs, Fu Yi's face turned ashen.

The gaunt Lysandre stared coldly at his disheveled state, speaking slowly: "You've been hijacking my power for so long, never once considered capturing divine beasts of equal rank yourself, always merely parasitizing my achievements."

"Did you think a single ordinary red‑white Pokeball could firmly trap and command a legendary Divine Beast?"

"When I originally captured the Three Gods of Kalos with ordinary Pokeballs, it wasn't the tools that mattered, but that they recognized me deep within, even if they didn't necessarily endorse my ideals."

Deprived of the Three Great Divine Beasts, Fu Yi completely lost his resolve, collapsing as if drained of strength, his eyes fixed forward, his face etched with anger and resentment.

He struggled, reaching toward Ghetsis, repeatedly pleading, "Ghetsis, help me quickly!"

Seeing the other remain silent, Fu Yi hurriedly reminded, "We clearly agreed before, you promised to help me!"

The gaunt Lysandre turned his head toward Ghetsis, his gaze carrying a hint of inquiry.

Ghetsis still said nothing, merely watching the farce with cold eyes, showing no intention of intervening.

On the other side of the battlefield, Huo La, Xiaoyin and their party observed the entire incident.

Huo La remained silent throughout, his gaze fixed tightly on the gaunt Lysandre, daring not a moment of slack.