King of the desert. Colt stared at Tyrannitar in disbelief. After Larry's explanation, everything made sense, no wonder he felt that way. Tyrannitar really was a king, and being the ruler of the desert made him sound even more powerful than the Ant King.
After all, the Ant King rules only over the Chimera Ant species, but Bangela is the true king of the desert. When Colt glanced at Tyrannitar, Larry noticed and watched Colt's reaction closely.
That reaction actually sparked an idea in Larry's mind. If Tyrannitar's kingly presence can make Chimera Ants surrender, could it also inspire their loyalty to Tyrannitar?
And if they're loyal to Tyrannitar, that means they're loyal to himself as well. After all, these are just Chimera Ants.
In the future, if he ventures to the Dark Continent, maybe he could use this same approach to gather all kinds of creatures.
These are just his guesses, and it might not even be possible with Tyrannitar, but for now, Tyrannitar seems to have this ability.
President Netero averted his gaze from Tyrannitar and addressed Colt, saying, "Colt, we can agree to your request, but you need to give us information about the Ant King and his guards as well."
Colt bowed deeply to Netero, his face showing genuine gratitude.
"Colt, no, maybe I should just call you kurt," Larry suddenly spoke up, noticing the emotions on Colt's face. An idea had struck him, one that could help improve the remaining Chimera Ants.
Colt murmured the name, and though it sounded very similar to his own, something felt off.
"Does that name feel familiar?" Larry asked. "Because it's actually your name from when you were human."
Colt looked up at Larry, who wore a serious expression. Slowly, fragments of memories began to resurface in Colt's mind.
All the division leaders knew they had once been human, and each retained some memories from their past lives, some more, some less. Larry's plan was to help them fully recover these memories to make communication easier.
Suddenly, a flash of white light illuminated the cave. The elegant Gardevoir appeared before Colt, gathering pink, swirling thoughts between her slender hands.
Although the energy fluctuated wildly, Colt didn't feel threatened. The pink thoughts quickly transformed from a small orb into a circle of light waves that shot straight toward Colt's head. It was a psychic skill, Hypnosis.
As the hypnosis took hold, Colt's eyes lost their brightness and went dull. Inside his mind, a dramatic change was happening, countless memories of his past human life poured out like a flood. He was once an eight-year-old boy with a sister named Reina.
Nearby, Morel and Knov stared in confusion, unsure of what was happening. Only President Netero seemed to understand vaguely.
"In simple terms," Larry explained, "we're using hypnosis to trigger the deep human memories still inside him."
He shrugged, keeping his eyes fixed on the now-languid Colt. The question remained, could this really work?
Morel and Knov exchanged glances but found themselves less shocked than they had expected. Spending so much time with Larry had dulled even the surprise factor.
After all, Neferpitou could make Pokkle spill his memories by pricking his cerebral cortex with needles, and the psychic system's hypnosis naturally brought deep memories to the surface.
Slowly, Colt began to regain consciousness, his eyes brighter and more expressive than before. His face showed a complex mix of emotions, clearly struggling with what he was feeling inside.
"How do you feel now?" Morel asked curious. Everyone knew Colt was no longer just a Chimera Ant in the usual sense.
"It feels like a nightmare," Colt replied. Then, bowing deeply to Larry, he said, "Thank you for helping me recover my memory." But soon after, his expression darkened again, and he stood silently, lost in thought, perhaps thinking about his sister.
Seeing Colt trapped in his emotions, President Netero spoke up about their next steps. "First, we need to leave this place and call in some professionals from the outside."
In the original story, Netero and the others made the call from the Hunter Association branch closest to NGL.
"I can take you out. It'll be faster," Larry said, pulling Tyrannitar back to his side with a proud stance. His next words surprised everyone, "By the way, if we use that kind of space movement, we can get outside in no time."
Morel picked up the large pipe beside him, a sudden look of realization dawning on his face.
Using Porygon Z's space shuttle, it took only moments for the group to travel from the cave to the nearby Hunter Association branch. In the original story, Knov had used his Four-Dimensional Apartment ability to bring Colt here, probably having marked the location long ago.
"This really is an incredibly convenient ability," Morel remarked. "Even if you've never been somewhere, you can still get there."
Sitting down on the sofa, he leaned the pipe against the side, still trying to process the sudden change. Just moments ago, they had been deep inside a cave in NGL; now they were at the Hunter branch outside.
"It's definitely way more useful than my nen ability," Knov added, clearly impressed by Larry's skill.
The ability to move freely between the real world and the online world was something completely unheard of, Larry was probably the first person in history to do it. Knov realized that each of Larry's Nen beasts was far from ordinary.
Compared to Larry's powers, the abilities that other Nen users took pride in seemed insignificant. He was a prime example of that.
Nearby, Colt glanced anxiously at President Netero standing by the window. Even though they had managed to get help, Colt wasn't sure if they could actually save the queen.
Despite having human memories, Colt still felt a strong urge to protect, whether it was his sister or the ant queen, his mindset was all about protection.
"It's me," Netero said quietly. "Tell the chimera ant research team to get ready right away."
There was a pause. "Once they're prepared, someone will come to pick them up."
After hanging up, he didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he put the phone away and picked up a razor.
With a light but precise motion, the blade sliced through his long hair as if it were soft clay. His aged face was reflected in the glass, and for a moment, he seemed almost young again.
A flicker of sadness crossed Netero's eyes, quickly replaced by firm resolve. He was ready to enjoy the thrill of battle one last time.
"President?" Morel spoke up, noticing Netero had changed clothes without anyone realizing.