Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 114 almost allowed the motorcycle people to rule the world.
"Pikapi——"

With her hair parted in the middle, she dragged a small blanket and walked out of the workshop, exhausted both physically and mentally.

It discovered that the trainer's telekinesis was becoming increasingly abnormal.

One person was manipulating so many car parts and tools, while also giving instructions to Rotom verbally.

How could I possibly find the time and energy to give it a jeep training session all night?

The man with the middle parting shivered.

It had a premonition that before long, Natsume would no longer need to draw people into its mental world.

It is estimated that by then, Natsume will be able to control several jeeps by himself.

"Is that Natsume's Pikachu?"

Outside, Shigeru and Satoshi walked towards us.

The former was so excited that he didn't sleep all night. Early in the morning, he dragged Xiao Zhi over, ready to show off the motorcycle he was about to own.

"Pickup."

The man with the middle parting looked up, glanced at the two of them, grabbed his blanket, and left.

No, it absolutely must complete its divine duties so that Rotom cannot heal it.

Only then, for the sake of its health, will the trainer reduce the intensity of the training.

"What happened to it?"

Xiao Mao was a little confused.

"Uh, the guy with the middle parting must have gone to find a suitable place to sleep," Ash said confidently.

"Anyway, let's go in, it'll be super cool!"

Xiao Mao was very excited and pulled Xiao Zhi into the workshop, just like a child who couldn't wait to introduce a toy to his friend.

"what--"

Screams like those of a pig being slaughtered came from the workshop.

Natsume turned around and saw that it was Shigeru.

"Shigeru and Satoshi, what brings you here?" Natsume asked, looking at them.

"Natsume-nii, this isn't right, is it?"

Xiao Mao stretched out his hand and pointed to the ugly humanoid mechanical creation that was performing a pole dance not far away.

"Shh-"

Natsume stretched out his hand, put on a serious expression, pointed to the laptop in his hand, and gestured for silence.

The two understood each other and immediately dared not breathe.

Immediately, in Xiao Shi's sight, Natsume closed his laptop, tucked it under his arm, and walked out of the workshop.

The moment he stepped out of the workshop, Natsume turned back and nodded solemnly at Shigeru.

Xiao Mao was taken aback, then nodded.

Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Natsume still hadn't returned.

After a while, Xiao Mao realized what was happening and rushed out to chase after him.

"Ah—Natsume-nii, you owe me a sports car!"

Fortunately, Natsume didn't run away as usual.

Not long after chasing after him, Shigeru spotted Natsume walking back.

He was holding a cup of hot milk and had two pieces of bread in his mouth, so it looked like he had just gone to the cafeteria to buy breakfast.

"Natsume-nii, that's not my sports car, is it?"

Behind him, a creaking, grinding sound came from behind. Xiao Mao asked, unwilling to give up.

“That’s your sports car.” Natsume nodded, trying to be as truthful as possible.

Xiao Mao squatted down, utterly despondent.

He's so stupid, really.

Natsume's creative ability is top-notch, but he actually forgot that Natsume's ability to cause trouble is also top-notch.

"But don't worry, the motorcycle is a bit ugly, but it works. However, you'll need to prepare a high-level Rotom."

As Natsume spoke, he tore off a piece of bread and put it in his mouth.

The Rotom that Fukuyama gave himself could only be fused for half a minute before being ejected.

Natsume considered that it might be a matter of level, so he had Rotom the Superball detach from the Superball and integrate into the Motorbike.

Although the transformed motorcycle-like creature was rather abstract, its fusion with its boss, Rotom, was surprisingly smooth, with even the movements being incredibly fluid.

This proves that there is actually no problem with my circuit design.

But why, after transforming into human form based on these circuits, does it look completely different from what I expected?
Does the butt and head have to be swapped after the transformation?

Natsume fell into deep thought.

"Waaah—you don't understand, this isn't about whether it works or not." Xiao Mao burst into tears.

It's incredibly ugly!

"You can spray paint it, add some minor modifications like baffles or shaping," Natsume comforted her. "That would look much cooler."

"really?"

Shigeru looked up and stared at Natsume with a wary expression.

"Natsume-kun, come quick! Rotom seems to be in trouble!"

Xiao Zhi ran out of the workshop, his face filled with anxiety.

Natsume paused for a moment, then downed the milk in his hand and walked into the workshop.

Even if the circuit fails, can a high-level Rotom not be permanently fused?

Natsume thought that his LV53 Rotom had also been excluded.

Once inside, I realized it wasn't quite like that.

The room was filled with a thick, viscous mist that smelled like engine oil. Natsume covered his mouth and nose and stepped out.

"Sizzle!" A red light flashed from his waist, and a Gengar jumped out.

"Hiss—ha!" Gengar excitedly approached the black mist and took a deep breath.

"Cough cough cough cough!" Gengar covered its nose and retreated back into its Poké Ball with a look of disgust.

"Sho, did you secretly drink gasoline?" Gary leaned closer.

"Oh no, it's coming from the top of the motorcycle," Xiao Zhi explained, waving his hand.

Natsume looked up and saw countless black wisps of mist rising from Rotom's head, slowly forming a slab of stone as black as oil.

The stone slab was entirely black, with a bright white crystal in the very center.

The crystal's shape resembled a heart, and as the black mist condensed, it seemed to be infused with blood, beating powerfully.

what is this?
Natsume was stunned. Before he could investigate, the thing had already entered the body of the Autobot Rotom.

"Loto!"

Rotom was expelled from the body, and Natsume used his telekinesis to pick it up.

"How are you feeling, Rotom?"

Natsume's heart sank. Although it was a very brief moment, he still managed to catch the fleeting glimpse of Rotom's shimmering white.

What is that crystal?
The system's detection showed no record.

Rotom, are you alright?

Ash and Gary gathered around.

Forget about his sports car, Xiao Mao quickly pulled out a bottle of good wound medicine.

"Lotto?"

Rotom woke up, his triangular golden eyes shining brightly.

"It's fine, just a little tired."

Natsume breathed a sigh of relief, put Rotom into its Poké Ball, and let it rest.

The black fog was still spreading, and although Rotom was no longer the source, it had almost spread to the entire supply plaza in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, it was just getting light, and few people noticed.

"Crack!"

A slight sound came from within the thin black mist.

The three turned their heads and saw a figure dancing in the faint black mist.

"Natsume-nii, I'm talking about battle dance, battle dance! Not this kind!" Shigeru complained.

“Actually, I think, like Natsume said, painting you with bright and colorful spray paint would actually suit you quite well, Shigeru,” Ash added.

"What do you mean by 'colorful spray paint'? That's so outdated! I have great taste!" Xiao Mao scoffed.
"It has to be at least a bright red or purple color to match me!"

"Natsume-nii, why aren't you saying anything?" Xiaozhi suddenly noticed that Natsume had been silent since the beginning.

Natsume's gaze was fixed on the ugly figure dancing in the black mist, his eyes filled with confusion:

"I'm wondering, why is Rotom still moving after it leaves the body?"

In an instant, the air became extremely quiet, leaving only the creaking and grinding sounds of the Autobots as they moved.

Ash and Gary exchanged a glance, both looking as if they had seen a ghost.

Why is it still moving?

How can it work when there's no power?
Natsume felt this was a philosophical question.

He only realized this belatedly when he saw the air pump, which he had unplugged, transform into an ugly humanoid machine after inhaling some gray mist.

"No way. This gray fog, can it bring the machine back to life?"

Xiao Mao, watching the small air pump robot swinging its tubes around, was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

"I remember there were a lot of cars in the parking lot outside." Xiao Zhi's voice trailed off.

Even he realized the seriousness of the problem.

(End of this chapter)