Dead End, Void Companies Revenge

so this may be unsatisfying but rereading things and thinking it over, an interesting idea came to me. all starting with Void Shaman's parting words, with the fact there have been resets and that are multiple versions of everything like characters, like the mc. seeing as Ultra Wormholes are essentially glitched gates between everything. this reset will be slightly different due to him fully coming into his role. so certain events won't be repeating, the beginning though will repeat with a change for Void Company and the MC.

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It's been awhile since everything in my mind happened. Everything afterwards happened quickly leading to my children, and every Death Type variant of Pokemonbeing sent to the start of this timeline with this becoming a failed world. All because of Lysander and team Flare. They'll meet him eventually just I hope they'll accept he's probably not their father.

With everything that's happened though I currently stood on the moon. Watching the world being washed over by the tides of wormholes releasing Ultrabeast. Space has countless corpses floating about lifelessly with Silence members mixed in. Rayquaza and Deoxy corpses littered it as well but space has been settled and those still alive are resting. But my job is not done. Taking a deep breath I cackled softly ready to jump towards the Earth.

Flames of death surging from my feet as space seemed to bend around me. A straight line being made between me and the Earth as space seemed to shorten. Jumping lightly I rocketed through the warping space rapidly towards Earth's orbit. Right above the biggest mass of the invading Ultrabeast fighting against the Galarian military. Breaking the orbital barrier the flames of death changed into solid spears.

"Spear Bombardment, railgun modification."

Lightning sparked around the spears suddenly with psychic energy rotating them violently. With the Ultrabeast noticing my descent dark energy exploded violently sending the death spears spiraling downwards. Drawing my pistols as I landed amidst the mass destruction and death. I opened fire on the Ultrabeast indiscriminately with my death typing surging wildly. Clicking my tongue I grimace at what is happening, a downside to being in charge of death.

"This is Executioner to Silence, start the Code Survival. I'm going to go nuclear at this rate and everything will die. But this world will not die, only be reset, this outcome becoming but another timeline. I'll see you all on the other side, even though I'm likely to change as well I'll still be the same in essence."

Kicking a Guzlord in the stomach flames of death erased the legendary. An unexpected thing to happen though is that the Galarian's released every criminal and illegal pokemon. Sighing I also noticed Shadow Pokemon and Humans joining the fray steadily as they fell. I need to go, all Legends are meeting at the Hall of Origins which has repositioned to the spires of time and space.

Washing Galar in the flames of death I left the dying continent. Alola wasn't much better but the Aether Foundation was holding out. Appearing above it I grasped it with everything that could move it and the survivors eyeing the encroaching Shadow's and Beast's. Sending the Aether Foundation to the spires and evacuation point I looked at the islands of Alola. Seeing a vast majority of the wormholes are here I let the flames of death surge uncontrollably.

Raising all my guns and knives with my powers I focused on the islands then fired. The flames of death as if responding like raging undead swarmed everything. Leaving I cleared the rest of the regions bit by bit until I stood with those who remained in Sinnoh at the spires. Palkia and Dialga front and center slaughtering dozens of Shadow's and Beast. Silvally's and Type:Null's in the fray amongst the still alive Gym Leaders, Champion's, Blessed Characters of this universe like Ash Ketchum, and Silence.

Most Legends had already left this outcome with enough people and pokemon from various regions to restart the world. Drawing my sword and shield as I glanced around I saw everything was essentially done. My primary typing gets more violent with each second that passes.

Spinning my sword I stab into the ground, impaling my shield with it, my bow soon following suite. Looking at the three weapon's I find a Type:Null among the wounded still fighting. The youngest of them all is only days old…. Picking that child I dragged them to me forcibly. My siblings still around all stop knowing what I'm about to do as the three weapons are encased in death crystals.

Some decide to leave this outcome dragging away the still living Human and Pokemon not in Silence. While some have decided to stay till the bitter end with those in Silence. Looking at the young Null I sighed sharply before giving the little one its sole mission and its freedom.

"I'm only going to say this once, get these weapons to the new E0 of this world. They're called Deaths Bow, Death Crown, Damned Shield… they are gifts but also fragments of this timeline which will help in diverting this outcome. Get them to altered new version of me and live a happy life little one, understand?"

The little Null didn't question she touched them and the weapons vanished. My other weapons are going with them secretly. The young one readily jumps through the temporal time gate. Probably will end up in Ancient Hisui or the future. Palkia and Dialga left after them with the three witnessing the world being engulfed by death's fire finally. The flames would try to seek them but I barred the way which enraged my typing.

With them gone my last weapons disappeared as streaks of light homing in on the young Null. I won't need them anymore so I'll let the new Executioner Zero have them.

Chuckling, I raised an eyebrow at my own typing. As time and space was sealing behind me Inkwell cackled from my shadow. Looking at my demon I let it do what it's planning. A shard of my soul and its taint shooting through the gate. With me suddenly turning and jumping through it, time screeched at me and I vanished forever from this outcome.

== June 12th, 2056 Earth Nuke Chamber ==

Snapping my eyes open I get up from the wall of my death sentence. Storing my phone away as the last Alex Burns chapter of a Pokemon fanfiction was finished. Drawing my HK417 from its sling I walked over to the nuke meant to kill me. Popping open its control panel my glasses started delaying its activation. General Darsion didn't seem like that as the blast doors opened.

Turning to the opening blast doors I chamber a round and smile softly. My memories of the dead outcome are fading yet my soul is forever tied to that universe now. So even though I'm going to die once more I'll likely instantly meet my siblings again but as someone slightly different. No Orcus or devil servant, no past teammates this time given that Inkwell did what he did.

Taking a deep breath I sprint at the blast doors sliding under them. Gun barking to life as former friends and Russians met my bullets. Sliding into a running stance as I sprung up onto my feet, I took off down the corridors. Emptying my mags of HK417 rounds into everyone I met along the way. Listening to it eventually click empty I didn't hesitate to use it bash a fuckers brains in. Reaching an intersection my knives left their sheaths with a hum.

Turning towards the higher ups location I dropped my HK417, pulling out my Stoner and began walking towards their room. Knives floating around me spinning slowly with a growing hum. Void Company shall have it's revenge, you made us suffer even in a different world due to your methods. As a cause and effect of your actions a timeline in a different world died to let this all happen.

So even in this moment you fucking bastards, we'll have revenge for EVERYTHING. My glasses tinted red, a notification of all nuclear containment protocols being lifted and disabled.

Chuckling my footsteps echoed through the corridor with my knives shooting forward. Ripping through flesh and armored plating of just regular basic bitch spec ops trying to bar my way. Eventually I reached the room, looking at my Stoner 63 I tried something. Focusing on my previous ghost typing I hoped for something. That's when a one time miracle happened the old typing responded with it enshrouding my gun. Aiming it at the door I opened fire feeling my blood slowly but surely freezing over.

I didn't stop firing till it's mag emptied, once it mag emptied I dropped the gun with the ghost energy fading. However, I can tell the draining force of it towards life has really taken a toll on my heart. Sighing I used my knives to shred the door and smiled faintly seeing someone still alive. With an experimental gun that fires over six thousand rounds at once, the Atomizer Mk. 6 is something really fucked. Seeing me the survivor screamed thinking they'll live as they pressed the trigger.

I was erased but the fucker got vaporized by my first death option. It's nuclear wrath surging through every possible open route. I noticed I now sat on a glowing orb of light, looking at God's of a fictional world. They looked at me with pity? Curious. But I'm dead so let's get this Isekai bullshit over with.