Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 406 This Pikachu looks so cute, it's definitely easy to fool!
As dusk fell, Natsume, bored, fiddled with the broken conversion box on the rooftop.

Rebuilding it is unrealistic, since this place is too "primitive" and the equipment at the Pokémon Center is simply not up to the task.

We can only fix it for now and make do with it.

"Squeak~"

The door to the rooftop was pushed open, and Jiaozi entered carrying dinner.

"Mr. Natsume, please enjoy!" With a sigh of relief, Jiaozi handed the lunchbox to Natsume's stall, her face covered in fine beads of sweat.

"You have worked hard."

Natsume silently opened the lunchbox.

This damn place is too remote. Jiaozi made two phone calls and went around in circles before finally getting dinner delivered.

"Mr. Natsume, is something bothering you?"

Jiaozi sat down next to Natsume with a smile, resting her chin on her hand, watching him eat bite by bite.

"I still have more than half of the gene-suppressing drugs that I haven't given away yet," Natsume said, pointing to several baskets of drugs on the stall.

He now regrets choosing to take on this mission.

These potions cannot be given away casually. Not just anyone can make their Pokémon Mega Evolve; otherwise, the data requirements will not be met.

Trainers who can reach Silver Island are probably capable of providing data, but setting up stalls is not allowed here.

"Well, if all else fails, we'll help out and deliver them one by one."

"It's okay, it's still early, and there aren't many trainers here yet."

Natsume thought about it and decided he wasn't in a hurry.

The most important thing these days is to take advantage of the opportunity to deliver flower petal cakes and see if we can establish a direct connection with the unknown divine beast at the top of Mount Shirogane.

Before going to sleep, Natsume specially wrote a small order-grabbing widget, and kept his computer on day and night, hovering over that shop's page.

As soon as there's a delivery order, they'll show themselves instantly.

The next day.

A giant Dragonite, carrying two large baskets, flew swiftly towards the summit of Mt. Silver.

Upon arriving at the cave, Natsume immediately spotted the mineral water bottle he had left behind.

The other party did not move an inch.

Natsume casually took the bottle away.

"Senior, the flower petal cakes have arrived!"

He shouted into the empty cave, and the same platinum flames as that day appeared, instantly burning the petal cakes that the Great Dragonite was carrying to ashes.

Before leaving, Natsume took out another bottle of water.

Like the unmoving bottle of water, this was a bottle of sugar water, except that the water had a greenish tint.

"Senior, I have a small bottle of sweet water here, I've left it for you."

Natsume put the sugar water down.

The other person didn't drink the water he brought earlier, but they didn't throw it away either, which means they at least didn't dislike it.

Considering that most people are not interested, Natsume added the evergreen power that the sakagi had stored in the Celebi Slab to this sweet soup.

Almost every Pokémon would enjoy this feeling.

However, when Natsume came to deliver the flower petal cakes the next day, he found that the bottle of water was still left on the ground.

The green light inside the bottle was very faint, and the power of evergreen had naturally dissipated considerably.

Natsume remained silent and picked up the bottle.

Behind him, the petal-shaped cakes carried by the Great Dragonite were engulfed in platinum flames.

As Natsume delivered meals more frequently, he no longer needed to call out to the food; the presence of the food stalls indicated that it was mealtime.

"Senior, I have a bottle of water here."

Natsume skillfully put the small green bottle back and instead set down a bottle of water that shimmered with a faint golden light.

This contains a trace of Natsume's telekinetic power, a telekinetic power completely stripped of his will.

If this unknown mythical beast had superpowers, I would definitely love it.

On the third day, Natsume arrived at the cave and found the bottle still there, perfectly intact.

"Ok?"

Natsume refused to believe it and kept adding ingredients to the sweet water over the next few days.

Using technology to make water taste cloyingly sweet is useless.

Extracting the petal cake to obtain a clear liquid was useless.

Adding the universal pheromones used by both male and female Pokémon during their heat cycle didn't work.

All useless.

In the end, after all the good work was done, Natsume couldn't help but suspect that this divine beast might have similar tastes to Gengar—it liked to drink something stimulating.

"Senior, this bottle of water is here."

Natsume persevered, keeping the bottle of smoky, jet-black water in the same unchanging spot.

This is a sweet soup made by cooking spicy paste over a fire.

The next day, Natsume nervously arrived outside the cave.

"Pikachu."

The man with the middle parting stood outside the cave, stuck three incense sticks into the snowdrift in front of him, and kowtowed devoutly to the ground.

"You guy."

Natsume took a deep breath, restrained his emotions, and still chose to step inside.

He admitted that his actions yesterday were somewhat risky, after all, not everyone can accept that kind of drink.

"Senior, the flower petal cakes have arrived!"

Natsume's voice suddenly rose as he looked in surprise at the spot where he had put the water.

The bottle cap had vanished, half of the liquid inside had disappeared, and the bottle was tilted, with dark droplets dripping continuously, spilling the sugar water onto the ground, filling the air with a faint smoky smell.

I was interested, so I drank it.

But I didn't finish it.
Natsume silently picked up the bottle, used his telekinesis to swirl up the snow outside, and sucked away the black water that had spilled on the ground.

I crave stimulating things, but spicy mud seems too stimulating.

The only appealing aspect of spicy paste that Natsume can think of is its energizing effect.

Does he have anything similar?
After thinking it over carefully, a glint of light flashed in Natsume's eyes.

It seems there is.

He took out a small bottle of sweet water, and blue telekinetic energy, tinged with black mist, swirled in his hands.

Ever since he learned that his blue psychic powers, imbued with dark energy, could cause any Pokémon he came into contact with to go berserk, he rarely used them.

Today, it seems I've found a use for it again.

Soon, with Natsume's careful manipulation, the little sweet juice in his hand turned into a deep purple.

"Senior, I have a bottle of water here that you can use to rinse your mouth."

Natsume placed the water on the ground, turned around, rode Dragonite, and soared into the sky, heading back towards the Pokémon Center.

"Whoosh!"

Dragonite flew swiftly overhead, its gloomy eyes beneath the hood staring intently at the sky.

"Quetchus, what about our event funding?"

A gentle male voice sounded from behind, and a man wearing a hat and with thick, long green hair stepped out of the shadows. "Our...Master N, we've been tricked!"

Quixote gritted his teeth and dumped the whole pot on Natsume.

"That person who goes in and out of the mountaintop every day," N muttered to himself, staring at Natsume's departing figure.

“He also possesses telekinesis; I’ll go talk to him.”

N sighed, tossed a bag of money to the other person, lowered his hat brim, and walked towards the Pokémon Center.

As N left, a man in black robes whispered behind him:
"Well, we've been observing for several days, and it seems like they're sending food up there."

As he spoke, the man carefully observed Quixes's expression and said:

"Could it be that the path he pointed out to us is truly the right one?"

"So, will you be able to get any orders?"

Quixes snorted and glanced at the other party.

The latter immediately fell silent.

"Besides, they must have some special means, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to get up there!"

Quixes said with certainty.

"Look, that Pikachu with the middle parting is theirs. It slowly walks down the mountain by itself every day, and Officer Jenny doesn't stop it!"

"Yes, yes, the other party is definitely not just a deliveryman!"

"They must have deceived Lord Quixes, without a doubt!"

The surrounding sages immediately echoed his sentiments.

"Pikachu Pikachu"

He was humming a little tune with his hair parted in the middle, in a very good mood.

With its superb head-and-knee landing technique, it not only blessed its trainer to success, but also earned itself a special privilege—it can now freely enter and exit the summit of Mt. Silver!
As they passed by Quixes, the man with the middle parting curiously glanced at the group of strangely dressed people.

"Pikachu pikachu pika~"

He turned his gaze away, continued humming a little tune, and walked towards the Pokémon Center.

Quixote looked at the Pikachu, his eyes darting around.

"Go, stop it!"

Quixes and his group followed behind the man with the middle parting as if nothing had happened.

"Lord Quigish, am I supposed to capture that guy's Pokémon and use it to blackmail him?"

"But Lord N has already gone to negotiate with the other party."

The person who mentioned N was glared at fiercely by Quixes.

"We don't need to resort to such underhanded tactics. Let me repeat, Team Plasma is a charitable organization with a grand dream: to liberate all Pokémon."

Quixote straightened his clothes and strode over to the man with the middle parting.

"Pickup?"

With his middle-parted hair tilted to the side, he stared strangely at the group of people in front of him.

"Hello, cute little Pikachu."

Quixote forced a bright smile onto his face, squatted down, and stroked the middle-parted head with his hand, which was covered in emerald rings.

"Pickup!"

He stared at them blankly with his middle-parted hair.

Seeing this, Quixes smiled knowingly to himself.

Sure enough, Pikachu, being a kind-hearted Pokémon, easily gains trust.

Since that's the case, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Quixes' eyes, and he said pitifully:

"We've run into some difficulties, can you help us?"

"Pickup."

The man with the middle parting didn't nod; his gaze was fixed on the money pouch at Quixes's waist.

The latter froze, then handed over the money pouch he had just received from N.

Seeing the man with the middle parting instantly beam with joy, Quixes scoffed inwardly.

Like attracts like!

However, it is ultimately just a Pikachu.

"we need to."

"Pika Pika Pika".

Before Quixes could finish speaking, the voice of the man with the middle parting rang out one after another.

What do you mean?
Fortunately, at this moment, a sage spoke up:

“Lord Quixes, it says it knows what we want to do and wants us to hand over our phones.”

How do you know what it's saying?

"There's a translation app in Guandu, it's quite convenient."

Quixote took the man's phone and handed his own to the man with the middle parting.

To help people with middle-part hairstyles understand, he gave an example:
"Just like your master's way."

Quixes tempted.

“Pikachu!” I know.

The method advocated by Natsume has already been written down several times in his self-criticism.

So, without hesitation, the man with the middle parting clicked on the League's official website.

Seeing this, Quixes was overjoyed.

He knew it must have been applied for through some secret channel on the league's official website!
That bastard is a liar!
Thankfully, this Pikachu is innocent and pure-hearted.
"Pikachu!" League ID card.

"Pikachu!" (Phone number)

The man with the middle parting moved with lightning speed, completing the application for Quixote in the blink of an eye, before Quixote even had time to see what was happening.

All I could see was the middle-parted hairstyle rapidly switching between several league websites.

Trembling, he took the phone from the man with the middle parting, and Quixes reached out his hand, which was adorned with a ring, and patted the other man's head.

"Very good, you did a great job."

"Pikachu."

The man with the middle parting looked up, glanced at the other person, and then disappeared in a flash.

Soon, a figure with a middle parting appeared at the entrance of the Pokémon Center.

"Pikachu pikachu~"

It hummed a song, completely at ease.

Helping others today proves that it is not the evil Pikachu that Natsume described.

The guy with the middle parting was too lazy to listen to what those people were saying in their gibberish.

But since they were previously complaining about fraud and money, they probably suffered the same treatment as us.

Although we don't know how much money they need, a loan of 200 million should be enough.

It's a legitimate affiliate loan with very low interest rates, so you can pay it off gradually.

(End of this chapter)