Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 413 Level Upgrade Services
"Hey, hey, hey, Meow Meow and the others are being bullied."

In the stairwell, Natsume casually dialed Sakaki's number.

"Don't make this call about trivial matters," Sakamoto's pained voice rang out.

The card clicked, and the call ended.

Natsume shrugged helplessly and continued walking towards the rooftop.

"You've finally arrived, meow!"

Meow Meow was left on Natsume's stall, where a large group of people who wanted to buy helmets stared intently at it.

As the cat cried out in hope, Natsume pulled a Pikachu out from behind his back.

"Pickup!"

The man with the middle parting sat down next to the cat, smiling as he patted its head.

"Natsume, what are you selling?"

Musashi and Kojiro froze, and quickly reminded him.

Everyone around turned to look at them with eyes like lightning, even Quixes in the corner stared at them silently.

Natsume casually put up a sign and had Meow Meow hold it in her arms.

"What is this, meow?"

Meowth looked down and saw a sign that read: 'Pokémon Level-Up Service, 1 level or more per day.'

In an instant, the same thought popped into everyone's mind: This is impossible!

"Sir, this is outrageous."

Quixote suddenly spoke up, saying:

"You look quite young, but you can't be so childish as to just scribble a few words and serve it up."

He only dared to claim that the learning devices he sold would increase one level every three days. After all, he would have long since disappeared by then.

"Boom!"

Natsume remained silent, but took out the price tags and had Musashi and Kojiro hold them, standing on either side of the stall.

A glint flashed in Quixote's eyes. Natsume's price was 9.9 yuan.

"Humph."

Quixote ignored him, standing there expressionless, watching his sages sell helmets, acting as if Natsume didn't exist.

"I'll buy it!"

Jiaozi blushed and handed her two Poké Balls to Natsume.

Natsume paused for a moment, then took it.

"Me too, me!"

Musashi and Kojiro also took out all their Poké Balls and handed them to Natsume.

Although they felt Natsume was talking nonsense, they had to support him at this time!

The actions of the group drew slight glances from the onlookers, but did not lead anyone to purchase any of Natsume's services.

"And my six are still here!"

A voice rang out in unison, and Ash, Gary, Misty, and Brock appeared behind them.

In a short time, Natsume had more than thirty Poké Balls in his hand.

This time, a hint of surprise flashed in many people's eyes.

The deadlock was finally broken when a group of voices appeared.

"Oh, Mr. Natsume!"

A trainer suddenly jumped out from the long line of hats and excitedly came to Natsume.

"you are?"

Natsume was taken aback. He was struggling with how to motivate the first group of people and couldn't quite remember who the person in front of him was.

"I am one of the trainers who protested at the Inkstone Gym!"

As the man spoke, several more people squeezed out from behind him.

Natsume's gaze swept over them one by one; he still had some recollection of these people.

"is this real?"

The trainers' eyes gleamed with greed, their starving gazes sending a shiver down Meowth's spine.

"Would you like to know if you try it?"

Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at the group with a smile.

"Try it!"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the trainer's eyes, but in the end, he chose to believe Natsume.

With a sudden slap, five red and white balls appeared in front of Natsume.

Seeing that Natsume had actually snatched his client, Quixote's gaze darkened.

However, judging from the conversation, these people clearly knew Natsume, so he wasn't in a hurry.

The other trainers exchanged glances, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Quetzs noticed the expressions on the trainers' faces and chuckled inwardly.

This Natsume clearly only knows tricks to deceive and cheat people; he knows absolutely nothing about doing business legitimately.

His helmet costs 100,000 each, but all six Pokémon can wear it.

Natsume's Book of Friends, however, charges 9.9 yuan for a single Pokémon.

On paper, the price seems lower than his, and he wants to start a price war, but the total price of the six of them is close to 600,000!

Most viewers and trainers were clearly reluctant to see it end.

"I'll cover your expenses!"

Beside Natsume, the quiet and aloof girl suddenly spoke up, waving her hand to cover the expenses for the people in front of her.

"Really!?" The group was overjoyed.

The proud son's voice continued:
"I'll reimburse anyone who spends money at this stall!"

She crossed her arms, her voice soft yet powerful, resonating in everyone's hearts.

In an instant, the crowd stirred.

Prostitution for nothing?

But when he saw the Natsume's sign, he hesitated.

One level per day. That's obviously not scientific!
"Don't be fooled, these people are obviously shills he hired."

Quixes sneered, pouring cold water on those who were interested.

Natsume stood to the side, saying nothing, only smiling and glancing towards the corner.

"Ahem, I've long admired your name, Dr. Natsume. It's great to finally meet you today."

With red hair and red eyes, and a sharp cloak, the moment he appeared, people immediately recognized his identity.

"Dragon King, Mr. Wataru!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Wataru approached Natsume and handed him one of his Poké Balls.

Immediately, the crowd erupted in uproar and discussion.

Natsume stared at Quixote with a blank expression.

Yes, that's right, he hired a shill.

And then what? So what?

Quiddishton sensed something was wrong.

"My reimbursement is only valid for today."

Jiaozi suddenly spoke up, as if it were the last straw that broke the camel's back, and many people were moved and walked towards Natsume.

"I am a Pokémon!"

"I have three registered."

Although the number of people was small, it still made Quixes' face turn ashen.

Natsume is shameless; in his opinion, this is a complete scheme to get something for nothing.

They don't even need the capital to manufacture the helmets!
This kind of person!
Suddenly, Quixote's face stiffened.

A sense of lingering fear inexplicably welled up inside him. It was fortunate that this kind of person wasn't from a regional organization like his.
Most of the people here are just spectators, and they carry a limited number of Pokémon. Natsume usually receives only one or two Pokémon.

Of course, the vast majority of them held the idea of ​​trying both sides.

Since Natsume doesn't need any money, the original hedging strategy has become a guaranteed profit.

In the end, Natsume received 89 red and white balls.

Including his own Pokémon, he has more than ninety in total.

As night fell and the Pokémon Center was about to close, Nurse Joy began going up to the rooftop to urge people to leave.

"You owe me another favor."

As Watari spoke, he reached out his hand to Natsume.

"What?"

Outside the room, Natsume looked at Watari with a strange expression.

"Of course, give my Dragonite back. I still need to train."

Wataru's face was expressionless, but Natsume keenly sensed a hint of fear.

What's there to be afraid of? He's not going to take Lance's Dragonite to do anything weird.

"Then you'll regret it."

Natsume didn't stop him too much and handed Dragonite back to Lance.

After Watari left, Natsume called out to the man with the middle parting alone.

"Pickup?"

The man with the middle parting raised his head and looked at Natsume with sleepy eyes.

Suddenly, a doll with its gaping, blood-red mouth appeared in front of him.

"Pikapi!"

The man with the middle parting was startled and bumped into the door behind him.

"Let life dolls enter your spiritual realm."

As Natsume spoke, the man with the middle parting subconsciously dodged away.

"Don't worry, this isn't some kind of willpower training."

"This time you will need to command nearly a hundred Pokémon. With the telepathic connection of the human doll, messages can be transmitted more quickly and accurately."

The man with the middle parting nodded blankly, watching the life doll disappear into his mind.

The next day, after seeing off the man with the middle parting and the red and white balls early in the morning, Natsume went to the rooftop.

The moment Natsume stepped onto the rooftop, he saw a scene of utter chaos.

Quixes's stall was vandalized.

The metal frame supporting the stall was twisted, like a withered branch snapped by a tremendous force, lying on the ground in a strange, completely collapsed posture.

The canvas canopy printed with advertisements was roughly torn off, like a huge, crumpled piece of paper, haphazardly covering the ruins, its edges pitifully dragging on the dirty ground.

As for those helmets...

They are scattered with astonishing density and chaos, like pebbles slammed to the ground and then kicked around at will by an invisible hand.

Several helmets were even flattened, showing unnatural dents, as if they had been instantly crushed by an irresistible force.

Broken metal fragments, broken straps, and scattered metal fasteners flew around the stall like shrapnel from an explosion, aimlessly scattering within a radius of several meters.

Natsume had to be careful when placing his feet, otherwise the soles of his shoes would get torn.

In stark contrast, Natsume and the trio's stall remained completely undamaged.

Natsume narrowed his eyes.

He was certain that he did not have a habit of sleepwalking.

"Ugh, damn it, I didn't make any profit yesterday, I have to work for someone else for free!"

Behind them, the trio walked up, yawning.

Upon entering the rooftop, you are greeted by Natsume's thumbs-up.

"What are you doing?"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then they noticed the mess behind Natsume.

"We...we didn't see Ah Miao!"

Immediately, the trio looked up at the sky, indicating that they couldn't see anything.

"Wait a minute, you didn't do it?"

Natsume looked strange.

"Us? Didn't you do this?" the trio asked in unison.

Just as the atmosphere froze, someone pushed the door open and entered from behind.

A wise man walked with a smile on his face and a brisk pace.

Yesterday alone, they sold nearly a thousand helmets.

"Crash!"

The debris shattered, and the sage was slightly taken aback. He looked up and was met with a horrifying scene of broken pieces.

In an instant, his face turned pale.

"You, you are all so despicable!"

The sage pointed at Natsume and the others, and after saying this, he himself was stunned for a moment.

But soon, his face hardened and he said:

"There are security cameras here. See you at the competition's security room!"

Since we are in the right, we should follow the proper procedures.

The sage looked at his opponents with apprehension, then ran away without looking back.

"Running so fast!"

"Damn it, how did he know we wanted to hit him!"

Musashi and Kojiro gritted their teeth.

"Perhaps if you put down your baseball bats, he won't know."

Natsume yawned and walked outside.

"Wait a minute, Natsume, where are you going?"

Meow Meow quickly followed.

"Go check the security footage. I'm curious who did it too."

Natsume replied without turning his head.

"Is it really not you?"

"Yeah, meow, it shouldn't be you who did it and then pretended not to know."

"In the end, they framed us."

The trio took turns speaking.

Natsume: "."

Upon arriving at the security room, Quixes was already waiting for them.

Seeing the smile on the other person's face and the several Officer Jennys beside him, Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Hey Natsume, could this guy be putting on this all along, meow!"

"Yeah, maybe they're trying to get us!"

After a moment of stunned silence, the trio quickly grasped the situation.

Natsume did not reply, but his eyes gleamed with golden light as he looked down at Quixes.

This guy only knows these little tricks and schemes, how did he become the leader of the Plasma Team?

Not right either.

The nominal leader of the plasma team is still N.

At that moment, Natsume suddenly understood why Quixote wanted to elevate N to a position even higher than his own.

(End of this chapter)