Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 230 Parallel Universes, Mysterious Organizations

"how?"

Sakaki chuckled, looking at Natsume's reflection in the glasses.

Judging from the facial muscles that moved when the other person spoke, Natsume was even more certain that the other person was not wearing a wig like himself!
This is all-natural!
With a "whoosh," Natsume removed the Sakaki mask from his face.
"I didn't expect you to be surprised too." Sakaki looked at him indifferently.

However, while Natsume was somewhat surprised, he wasn't as surprised as he had expected.

"Come on, smile—hehehe!"

Natsume gave an example.

"Then, like this, turn your face, left cheek first, then right cheek, and finally blink."

Natsume explained and demonstrated at the same time.

"What are you doing?" Sakaki interrupted Natsume as he was about to become engrossed in his work.

"I need to confirm if you are AI; scammers are really rampant these days."

Looking at the bizarre scene before him, Natsume thought that it could probably only be created with special effects.

Otherwise, where would two Sakakis come from?

Recalling the scam text messages he had received before, Natsume figured that the guy with the middle parting might have leaked too much of his personal information, and this time he was even more brazen, setting him up directly!
Sakaki: "."

"Now that it's resolved, I can tell you."

As he spoke, Giovanni turned the camera to face the ground, and Giovanni's distorted corpse reappeared.

"The guy I'm talking about who's undermining my position is this guy."

"I don't believe it." Natsume shook his head.

"He is me from a parallel world."

"Do not believe."

Sakaki: "."

Helpless, Sakaki turned the camera back on himself.

"Hehehe ha—"

"Kacha!"

Just as I finished laughing, I heard the sound of a flash from Natsume's camera.

Upon closer inspection, Natsume was holding another phone and had recorded his expression from just now.

"?"

"Oh, I suddenly remembered, this phone couldn't possibly be a scam."

Natsume saved the photo without incident and put his phone back in his pocket.

"So you're definitely not AI."

"How can you be sure you're the Sakaki I know?"

Natsume looked at Sakaki lying in the blood with great interest, and then said:
"Perhaps the victor is a parallel universe's Sakaki who killed the Sakaki I knew and is now taking his place."

“Then I can be sure that you must be Natsume.” Sakaki said expressionlessly as he took out a red and white ball.

[A divine beast has been discovered—???]

The system notification sounded, and the red dot that I saw on Sakaki that day also appeared on this red and white ball.

"You were trying to examine this Poké Ball the whole day, so you must know something."

With that, Sakaki retrieved the red and white balls.

Natsume nodded slightly.

This should be Masaki.

In the parallel world, Sakaki certainly had no idea about his probing that day.

"Then tell me, what happened?"

Natsume narrowed his eyes as he looked at the corpse lying in a pool of blood.

Sakaki seemed to want to tell him something.

"He's a bit smarter than the previous one; he knows to try and win over my subordinates first."

As he spoke, Sakaki pulled over a chair.

"The one from before?" Natsume was taken aback.

Is there more than one Sakaki from a parallel universe appearing in this world?
"Yes, there was one more, but I took care of it."

Sakaki spoke casually, but a barely perceptible hint of savagery flashed in his eyes as he mentioned it.

It was obvious that dealing with his first parallel world self was not as easy as he appeared.

"That's strange, why are people from parallel universes so determined to come and kill you?"

The Pokémon world contains many parallel universes.

There are also many spacetime isotopes.

Natsume just couldn't understand why Sakaki in his world was so hated.

One by one, they all came through to mess with him?
Giovanni did not reply, and there was no Team Rocket member around him.

He pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and slowly wiped the bloodstains from his hands.

After a long pause, his voice rang out, echoing throughout the ancient castle:
"I don't know, it seems to be for some kind of assessment."

"The test for joining a certain organization is to kill three versions of yourself from different parallel universes."

With that, Sakaki threw the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand onto the parallel universe Sakaki lying in a pool of blood.

He chuckled softly:
"Do they all think I'm easy to mess with because I don't have Mewtwo?"

“Isn’t that right?” Natsume retorted.

Sakagi was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"you're right!"

"So over the years, I have never done anything too outrageous, or even actively aligned myself with the alliance."

"What's the name of that organization?" Natsume's curiosity was fully piqued.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be sitting here chatting with you."

A hint of apprehension flashed in Sakaki's eyes.

Natsume fell silent.

What kind of organization is this?
Others might cross regions at most, but you cross the world?

Rainbow Rockets?
Natsume thought for a moment and realized that this was the only one that seemed somewhat relevant.

But that's impossible. In the Rainbow Rockets, Giovanni is the leader.

From what we can see now, these parallel universe versions of Giovanni even need to undergo an "assessment" if they want to join this organization!
"Wait a minute, you said that the parallel universe's Giovanni thinks you're easy to mess with because they don't have Mewtwo, so you mean they have it?"

Natsume asked tentatively.

"Yes, Mewtwo, Mewtwo X, Mewtwo Y, and this one even has Mew."

Sakaki's eyes flashed with a dark light, revealing nothing.

"How did you survive?!"

Natsume was astonished.

You seem disappointed.

Sakagi gave an irrelevant answer.

Seeing that the other party did not intend to answer, Natsume did not press further, but instead asked:
"Now that you've defeated the opponent, what about those mythical beasts?"

Natsume looked around curiously, but his view was limited by the camera.

"They were sent away."

"What?" Natsume was stunned.

"Unprecedented technology, which I didn't know about, sent them away."

"A golden chain pulled them all away."

Sakagi spoke, his words concise and to the point.

Golden chains
Natsume frowned, thinking of the golden chain that had taken away the ancient Pokémon.

In retrospect, it may not have been Arceus who saved them back then.

"Do you know what that is?" Natsume pressed.

"I don't know."

Giovanni shook his head. As he stood up, a soft rustling sound came from outside as Team Rocket members continued to come in and begin cleaning up the scene.

As his gaze shifted, Natsume could also see several people lying in pools of blood not far away, dressed in Team Rocket officer uniforms.

"Your subordinates aren't loyal either."

Natsume counted them; there were four high-ranking officials in total!

"There will always be someone who chooses loyalty."

Giovanni glanced at the corpse on the ground, followed by more Team Rocket members who were silently doing the work.

"Now that you've said so much, tell me what all this stuff is for?" Natsume stared intently at Sakaki.

“You seem very curious,” Sakaki suddenly said.

"Now that you know, you'll definitely pay attention to these things, whether intentionally or unintentionally."

"We can share intelligence at that time."

Sakaki said this and walked out; he didn't want to say anything more.

Apollo waited for a long time, and when he saw Sakaki appear, he quickly opened the car door.

Natsume scratched his head; all he could say was that Sakaki had a keen eye for people.

He is now filled with curiosity about this mysterious organization.

"Aren't you afraid I'll get involved with that organization?"

Natsume's voice continued to play, and Sakaki leaned back in the back seat, closing his eyes to rest.

I've never seen you before.

Sakaki suddenly spoke, his voice revealing a hint of weariness.

"What? You've never seen me before?"

Natsume felt confused.

"You'll know later."

After saying that, the communication was cut off.

"Oh?"

It's like you're about to win a Pokémon battle, but then the opponent unplugs the internet cable.

Natsume was both bewildered and furious.

The riddle-maker should be locked up in a dark room with the shimmering mother monster.

(End of this chapter)