Pokemon: My Trainer Simulator

Chapter 589: Chapter 425: Ghost Hotel

Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

There was a knocking sound outside the bathroom.

There was a brief silence.

Click.

Screech—

With an ear-piercing screech, the bathroom door opened from the outside.

A gust of cold wind howled in, and the blurred bathroom walls quickly became covered in frost.

The cracking ice sounded like countless ants crawling around.

Curled up in the bathtub, Baimu lowered his breathing further, trying to avoid exhaling any visible mist.

He looked at his bleeding palm, timely covered by Corsola’s smoke-like tentacles, and at the now obedient Dreepy, feeling slightly apprehensive yet confident he had followed the clue’s hint.

At least it remained quiet before the entity came to find him. No sound, with even the smallest of movements minimized.

The smell of blood...

Though Corsola’s smoke-like tentacles seemed capable of masking the scent, it surely had spread some before that.

Honestly, there was no way to prevent this.

Even without the smell of blood, he carried the scent left by long-term manufacturing of Essence, and eliminating all traces from his clothing and body was impossible.

But the clue only instructed him not to make a sound, without mentioning the body’s scent or movements... Could it be that the entity was a being with extremely keen hearing, or was solely reliant on it?

Baimu’s body tensed slightly, preparing for any potential onslaught from the entity.

When it’s time to act, you act.

If attacked, a counterstrike is assured. He’s not just lying in the tub waiting for death but striving to meet his destined Pokémon instead of genuinely fearing the unknown entity.

Speaking of it.

Given the freezing situation, could it possibly be a Froslass?

He attempted to see the entity outside the door through the bathtub’s reflection, but without any light, it was impossible to illuminate the entity, much less see it on the bathtub’s surface.

Perhaps with the De Wen detection mirror, he could catch a glimpse of the entity, but he couldn’t guarantee the noise of such a large movement wouldn’t be heard by the entity just ten steps away.

He needed to figure out the entity’s nature to effectively counterattack.

Baimu pondered, realizing it had been over two minutes since the door opened, yet the frosty presence had extended to the bathtub’s vicinity, still without the entity entering.

Why?

Was it waiting for the frost to spread into the tub?

At this thought.

The temperature in the bathroom seemed to have dropped below freezing, extremely unfriendly to the thinly clothed Baimu, whose breath, no matter how slow, still formed wisps of smoke.

The darkness, cold, and tension of facing an unknown presence.

The last time he was this pressured was during the final showdown with the Shadow Team.

The difference then was he could vent through combat, whereas now, he lay in the tub waiting endlessly for a hazy future, anticipating the opponent’s attack.

Suddenly, a sense of urgency accompanied by agitation surged within him.

A voice, faint deep within, urged him to get up and attack the unknown entity outside first, seizing the initial advantage.

It said:

Don’t let the frost cover the tub; something bad will surely happen!

Get up!

Stop waiting! It won’t come on its own!

At that instant.

Baimu’s muscles tightened all over, almost instinctively moving to rise, but as his gaze fell on the tranquil Dreepy in his arms, the urging sense of crisis instantly cooled down.

Like a bucket of cold water filled with ice poured over him, a deeper intuition overwhelmed the impulsive urge born from the crisis feeling.

No, that’s wrong.

This isn’t how it should be.

The hint flashed through his mind again—

’Hide in the bathtub and make no sound, regardless of any noises around.’

The door opening, knocking, the ticking of a pendulum, and...

The faint freezing sounds like insect crawling!

They too were noises the clue instructed him to ”ignore!”

He nearly let down the trust painstakingly earned from Dreepy.

A self-reflecting Baimu, feeling clear-headed, reassured himself his brain hadn’t frozen to forget the guarded instructions.

Moreover, given how cold it was, why was he feeling more impulsive?

Suddenly.

He realized another crucial point: the icing sounds abruptly stopped without reaching the tub, its surface still dry and smooth.

The answer was obvious—

It’s that thing outside causing trouble.

Besides freezing the walls, tiles, and ceiling, it had the ability to subtly affect the mind.

This thing seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move!

Odd.

Even with it so close, aware of him, it didn’t rush in but adopted this strange approach, keeping the frost at the tub’s edge as if wary of something.

Speaking of which.

If hiding was necessary, the cupboard or under the bed would be more suitable spots, even if they’re standard horror movie locations, better than the half-open bathtub, right?

Why did the Simulator position him in the bathroom bathtub...?

Could the tub be special?

While contemplating, a stronger gust suddenly howled from outside, further dropping the bathroom’s temperature. The entity seemed more impatient than anticipated, raising its pressure to force him into making a sound.