Aside from the white-coated researchers, the laboratory’s open spaces were occupied by numerous men clad in black uniforms, scarves wrapped around their necks, and navy hats atop their heads. The large red “R” emblazoned on their chests made even someone like Logan—who hadn’t really watched much of the anime—instantly recognize them: Team Rocket.

But unlike the bumbling comic relief members seen in the anime, these Team Rocket agents radiated a chilling aura. Their sharp, ruthless gazes and the disciplined way they held themselves made them feel more like elite military operatives than petty criminals. They exuded the unmistakable presence of a dark, terror-inducing organization.

Beside these men stood equally menacing Pokémon—Arbok, Golbat, Muk, Hypno… They glared at the researchers with vicious eyes, occasionally shifting their focus to the room where Logan was housed, clearly treating his space as part of their security zone.

These Team Rocket agents weren’t just bodyguards—they were also jailers, ensuring the researchers remained under constant surveillance.

And then, in the center of the hall, surrounded by glass containers filled with various Pokémon—some alive, others perhaps not—stood the most striking sight of all: a massive cylindrical chamber containing a humanoid creature, bound by thick black iron chains around its hands and feet.

Its body was primarily gray with a long, purple tail and a large purple underbelly. The moment Logan aid eyes on it, he felt an overwhelming pressure, as if a terrifyingly vast power was sealed within it. That figure—he knew it too well. Anyone who had played the first generation of the games would recognize this artificial Pokémon: Mewtwo, a creature described in fragmented records as being unimaginably cruel and savage.

Yet… despite that reputation, Logan didn’t feel malice from it. Instead, a strange warmth—a deep, inexplicable familiarity—washed over him, as if something inside him was somehow connected to this being.

At that moment, Professor Oak’s stern brows twitched. Cautiously, he asked, “…Logan, do you remember it?”

“No… I don’t remember anything. The name just popped into my head when I saw it.”

Of course, Logan couldn’t reveal he was from another world—that he recognized Mewtwo because of video games and not personal experience. But he was growing increasingly certain these two men were hiding something from him. He didn’t want to be kept in the dark.

“Uncles… Can you tell me who you really are? And what’s actually going on? I know you’re trying to hide something, but I’d rather you just be honest and tell me everything.”

Logan locked eyes with Professor Oak. In both the games and anime, Oak had always been a kind and trustworthy figure. If there was anyone he could believe in here, it was him.

Hearing Logan call him “uncle,” Professor Oak chuckled, waving his hand. “Haha! I’m Samuel Oak, a Pokémon researcher—an old man, not an uncle. You can just call me Professor Oak. As for this gentleman here… and the truth you want to know…”

Oak hesitated. He didn’t want to burden Logan with painful memories. But he also didn’t want to lie anymore.

“Let me do it, Oak,” the bald man beside him said, placing a hand on Oak’s shoulder. “I made the mistake. It’s only right I take responsibility. Even if Logan can’t forgive me… if we keep lying to him, I won’t be able to live with myself.”

Oak sighed and stepped back, leaving the stage to him.

“Logan,” the man began solemnly, “what I’m about to say might be hard to hear. Losing your memory might have been a blessing… but since you’ve asked, I won’t hide anymore. I’m Blaine, Gym Leader of Cinnabar Island and… the head scientist behind this lab. I was also Team Rocket’s chief researcher.”

As he spoke those last words, Blaine looked away, clearly ashamed. He took off his sunglasses, eyes filled with emotion, and turned toward the central chamber, where Mewtwo floated motionless in a strange fluid, as if trapped in time. Were it not for the flashing readings on the machines beside it, it might have been mistaken for a lifeless specimen.

“That… is a monster. A world-ending monster I created with my own hands. The strongest artificial weapon in human history.”

Blaine’s gaze was conflicted—regret, sorrow, anger, sympathy—all warring within him. But above all, it was guilt that dominated.

And with that, he began to confess.

“In ancient myths, Mew was called the ‘origin of life.’ People believed that all Pokémon were descended from it. We used to think these were just legends, but recent discoveries changed everything.”

“Team Rocket unearthed an ancient ruin. Within it, inscribed on stone tablets, was the structure of Mew’s body. From a fossilized fragment, we extracted its genome—and were shocked to find the legends might be true. Mew’s DNA contained the genetic blueprint of every known Pokémon. Even when we compared it to other legendary Pokémon DNA collected over the years, Mew’s genome still had them all—as if it truly were the origin of all species. It even made us question the accuracy of Sinnoh’s research.”

Blaine’s voice, calm at first, began to shake as he hugged his bald head in pain. “Team Rocket came to me. They wanted to use Mew’s genes—combined with modern science—to create the ultimate Pokémon. And that’s what you’re seeing now. Mewtwo. Born to surpass Mew.”

“I was so blinded. I thought I was participating in something that would change humanity forever. I didn’t even hesitate to join the project, pouring everything I had into the Mewtwo Project. Only when the creature neared completion did I start to realize the horror of what I was doing—creating the perfect weapon for a criminal syndicate. Now, Mewtwo is in its final genetic calibration phase. Once it’s fully optimized and falls under Team Rocket’s control… not just Kanto—the entire world could fall into chaos!”

Logan remained calm as he listened. He had a general idea of Mewtwo’s origin, but not in this much detail. Still…

“What does any of this have to do with me?”

It was the most crucial question.

Blaine went silent. He turned toward Logan, then quietly put his sunglasses back on, as if he couldn’t bear to meet the boy’s eyes.

“The Mewtwo Project took ten years of preparation. Mew’s genetic material was scarce, too rare to experiment with freely. All early experiments failed. We couldn’t just replicate Mew. No matter how we manipulated its DNA, we only got more clones of Mew—and for some unknown reason, legendary Pokémon couldn’t be cloned. It was like a law of the universe. They were singular. Untouchable.”

“So… I proposed a new theory. Mew’s genome might contain every Pokémon’s genes—but there’s one species it doesn’t include. Humans.”

“I volunteered to use my own DNA, to act as a human anchor. But Team Rocket’s leader rejected me. He wanted a better candidate. Someone special. A human with extraordinary potential.”

“There have always been people with supernatural abilities—some are public figures, others hidden. But Team Rocket couldn’t afford the risk of abducting someone famous or powerful. It would’ve drawn too much attention. Then, in Viridian City, we found you, Logan. A descendant of an ancient bloodline long believed extinct—the Dragonbound, those who once controlled dragons.”

“We took your genes and fused them with Mew’s. By combining the essence of humanity and all Pokémon, we finally… created Mewtwo.”

As Blaine finished, Mewtwo stirred—its head twitching ever so slightly.

And from somewhere beyond space and time, an invisible thought surged forward—piercing through reality itself.

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