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Pokémon: This Trainer Is Way Too Unhinged

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"Mr. Mammon, it's said that during the Battle of Saffron City, the Team Rocket forces under your command beat Champion Lance, Steven, Wallace, Leon, and numerous other Champions so badly they were hospitalized for half a month. Any comments?" A reporter was interviewing Team Rocket's boss, Mammon. "Lies! Complete and utter lies — they were only out of commission for a week." Mammon was not pleased. "And regarding the fact that you forcibly abducted Champion Cynthia during the Battle of Saffron City — the people of the Sinnoh region are extremely upset and are demanding you return her. What do you have to say about that?" "That's total nonsense. We're together by mutual choice — who are *they* to object? Besides, Cynthia's pregnant right now and can't work. Next time, for sure." Mammon smiled. "There are widespread reports online that you've personally dismantled numerous villainous organizations, including Team Skull, Team Magma, Team Aqua, and others. Is that true?" Mammon raised his chin proudly...
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The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
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