[TL/N: Read my new work - Detective Conan: I'm a Succubus?!]
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"But I've never played mahjong before," Mewtwo admitted, looking at the unfamiliar tiles in front of him and shaking his head.
Kurama' eyes sparkled mischievously. "Never played? That's perfect! If you don't know how, we'll definitely win!" It leaned closer and added reassuringly, "Don't worry, we're not gambling for money. The stakes are just... mental collapse."
"Alright," Mewtwo replied earnestly, though he had no idea what "mental collapse" entailed or how to play mahjong. Still, if this game held the meaning of life, he was determined to learn.
Kurama eagerly began explaining the rules, and Mewtwo listened with rapt attention. However, during his very first game, Mewtwo drew a tile, stared at his hand, and froze.
"Am I... some kind of idiot?" he murmured, looking at his tiles in disbelief. He held two ones, two threes, a sequence of four through six, and a smattering of other numbers—enough for a winning hand.
"Earth Victory?" he announced uncertainly.
The group exchanged glances. Chopper, the most innocent of the three, started to exclaim, "That's right, you—" before being cut off by a sudden bolt of thunder that left him crackling with static. He fell silent under the stern gaze of Gugalanna.
Kurama cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ahem, no, no. That's not how it works. You can't just win right off the bat. You've got to go a few rounds first!"
Of course, Kurama wasn't about to admit that Mewtwo had technically won. He couldn't risk Mewtwo losing faith in his promise that mahjong contained the secrets of life itself. No, he had to protect the sanctity of the game—and his pride.
Mewtwo nodded thoughtfully, trusting Kurama implicitly. After all, someone who called him "brother" wouldn't lie to him... would they? What Mewtwo didn't realize was that even a "brother" could occasionally pull a fast one.
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As the game progressed, Kurama and Gugalanna exchanged sly glances. Mewtwo, meanwhile, set his tiles again, unaware of the subtle scheming around him.
After a few rounds, Mewtwo examined his latest hand in silence. Seven tiles lined up perfectly, creating another winning hand. He stared at the group and asked hesitantly, "This time... I must be mistaken, right?"
Chopper couldn't hold back his laughter. "Mewtwo, you're amazing!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands.
Gugalanna and Kurama sighed helplessly. "You've won again. Just play the tile already," they admitted, shaking their heads.
Mewtwo blinked. "I've... won? Again?"
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Elsewhere, Alexander returned home, his arms full of shopping bags. Stepping into the room, he froze at the sight before him: four creatures—no, four beasts—huddled around a mahjong table, deeply engrossed in their game.
"What the—?" Alexander muttered, his eyes narrowing. "They're playing mahjong? Forget that—how are they even using their hooves to draw tiles?"
His gaze locked onto Gugalanna, who was struggling mightily to move a single tile. Alexander's mind raced as he registered the unfamiliar figure among the group.
"Wait a second. Is that... Mewtwo?" His jaw dropped. "What the hell? Mewtwo! You were supposed to be contemplating the philosophy of life, not learning mahjong! Am I hallucinating?"
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Before Alexander could fully process the absurdity, a notification rang in his mind.
Ding! Congratulations, Master, on encountering a descendant. You've obtained a random ability: super telekinesis.
Super telekinesis? Alexander's heart skipped a beat. Among Mewtwo's legendary abilities, its omnipotent psychic powers and unmatched combat prowess stood out as its strongest traits. Now, he possessed a fragment of that power.
Testing his newfound ability, Alexander waved a hand. Across the room, a spoon flew out of Kanna's grip, twisting itself into a neat knot in midair. Kanna, who had been peacefully eating ice cream, stared at her bent spoon with wide, teary eyes.
Alexander ignored her pout. His focus was solely on Mewtwo now.
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"The descendants these days really have everything," Alexander muttered as he approached the group. Initially, he assumed Mewtwo was being tricked by the crafty beasts. However, as he drew closer, his steps faltered.
Mewtwo wasn't being fooled—he was dominating.
"This guy..." Alexander's voice trailed off, his eyes widening in disbelief. "He's cheating!"