Soon, Aoki arrived at the headquarters of the Void.
The building was relatively modern in appearance.
Several guards blocked the entrance, but with three powerful Pokémon—Honchkrow, Weavile, and Gengar—following closely behind Aoki, none dared to approach.
Even the members of the Void kept their distance under orders from their higher-ups.
Why would anyone rush into a fight knowing the overwhelming difference in strength?
That would be suicide.
Moreover, the intruder had already defeated several of the Void's cadres and now marched straight into their headquarters. Clearly, they had the confidence to back their actions.
Aoki stepped inside calmly.
Though it was the middle of the night, the entire Void building blazed with light due to the commotion.
Spies from rival factions lurked outside, not daring to enter openly. This was the headquarters of a major criminal organization in Goldenrod City—the Void.
Normally, no one would dare get close, but tonight, a single Trainer had stormed in, prompting them to risk gathering intel from a distance.
Even a weakened Void was still a formidable force in Goldenrod City—not something small-time operatives could challenge.
As Aoki advanced, the Void members retreated step by step.
Honchkrow, Weavile, and Gengar exuded an intimidating aura, making no effort to conceal their power.
It had been a long time since they had fought so freely, and their excitement was palpable.
Aoki wasn't worried about Gengar revealing his League affiliation.
Honchkrow and Weavile had never been associated with the League, and while Aoki had used Gengar before, it was just one Gengar among many.
Plenty of Trainers—especially in underground circles—used Ghost-types like Gengar.
The three Pokémon perfectly matched Aoki's current persona.
Anyone seeing his attire and team would assume he was a high-ranking member of a shadowy faction.
His ruthless demeanor left no doubt—this was no ordinary Trainer.
"Leave now if you value your lives," Aoki said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.
He had come to dismantle the Void. Those who stayed would become his enemies.
Only diehard loyalists or fools would remain—and neither deserved mercy.
The hall fell silent as his words sank in.
The guards hesitated, weighing their options.
Their cadres had gone out earlier and hadn't returned—their fate was obvious.
"Three," Aoki counted.
The final warning.
Panic flickered across the faces of many. A few glared with hatred—the fanatics.
The system noted their features.
"Two."
The pressure was unbearable.
One member finally snapped.
"Screw this! I joined for resources, not to die!" He tore off his Void jacket and bolted.
His fear was palpable.
The dam broke.
Others followed, discarding their uniforms and fleeing.
Aoki smirked beneath his mask.
Once the deserters were gone, he gestured to his team.
"Finish them."
The remaining fanatics stood no chance.
Honchkrow's Dark Pulse tore through the air, while Gengar's Shadow Ball obliterated resistance. Weavile's Flamethrower scorched the last defenders.
Just as the battle seemed over, three figures rushed downstairs—the Void's remaining cadres.
Their expressions darkened at the sight of the ruined hall and discarded uniforms.
Since its rise in Goldenrod City, the Void had never suffered such humiliation.
The lead man, Robert—the faction's acting leader and strongest contender for succession—glared furiously.
Beside him stood Kenan, former ruler of Verdanturf Town, and a woman whose strength matched Gibson's—rumored to have gained power through her ties to the late Void leader.
Eliminating these three would erase the Void for good.
"Who are you?!" Kenan snarled.
Aoki didn't answer.
His Telepathy flared, and his team struck.
The Void cadres barely had time to react.
In the confined space, their movements were restricted—friendly fire was a risk.
But Aoki had no such hesitation.
He lunged at the female Trainer, exploiting the chaos.
In a life-or-death battle, never underestimate the human element.
His right hand glowed with psychic energy as he slashed through the air.
A spatial rift opened—her head vanished before she could scream.
One down.