Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 420 Purified Dragon Scales

"Why don't you explain first why you survived?"

Sakaki swirled his teacup and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Those parallel counterparts who came after him all wanted him dead.

Upon hearing this, Quixes' expression froze.

How can I know what other people are thinking?

“You’re lying.” Natsume’s eyes gleamed with gold as he stared intently at Quixote.

"Alright, I won't mind telling you."

Quixes took a deep breath and said:
"About ten years ago, I obtained a scale with instructions from Zekrom and Rehiram on it."

“At certain times, the scales will provide new guidance. This time, it led me to Silver Mountain.”

"So, you want to offer this dragon scale as tribute, is that also an instruction?" Natsume asked curiously.

“What tribute? I don’t understand what you’re talking about. That day, the dragon scales guided me to the temple.” As he spoke, a hint of humiliation flashed in Quixes’ eyes.
"However, halfway there, that guy suddenly appeared!"

Having said that, Quixote said nothing more.

Natsume frowned.

If Quixes wasn't hiding anything, that guy arrived in this world on the other's way to the temple.

"But what does that have to do with why they didn't kill you?" Du turned his head and looked at Quixes strangely.

“I’ve already said, I don’t know other people’s will.” Quixote looked at Du coldly.

"Perhaps the technology they use to locate parallel worlds involves first locating their counterparts in those parallel worlds, and then teleporting over?" Giovanni suddenly spoke up, recounting his own experience:

"I have been hunted down and replaced by three parallel isotopes."

“From the second time onwards, I started looking for all sorts of sparsely populated and secluded places.”

As he spoke, Sakaki looked at Natsume.

Natsume nodded, recalling the castle with the extremely poor signal that he had seen in the video before.

"I found that all these hidden places were useless. They seemed to suddenly appear around you, and no matter where you hid, it was all in vain."

"Sparing your life might be a way to send Parallel Quetzs over if needed in the future."

As he spoke, Sakaki glanced at Quixes with a hint of mockery, as if looking at cannon fodder.

So it turns out that people can actually lose on their home turf?
Sensing Sakaki's disdainful gaze, Quixote's anger burned fiercely, but he suppressed it.

"You're saying you've dealt with three versions of yourself from parallel universes?"

Quixote looked at Sakaki, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

"Kacha~"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a pair of silver bracelets were placed on Quixes's hands.

"Alright, Mr. Quixes, the Alliance will ensure your safety."

Watching Quixote being led away, Natsume turned his gaze to Sakaki:
"So, Rainbow Rockets, you're still the boss!"

"Not so great. If I were the leader of that kind of organization, I would stay behind the scenes and put a deputy leader at the forefront." Sakaki shook his head slightly.

Natsume immediately understood.

It is indeed possible that Sakaki was only the second-in-command.

The real leader is someone else.

"If my guess is correct, the villain leader in each region is equivalent to a teleportation anchor for that organization."

As he spoke, Sakaki slowly stood up and walked towards the outside of the temple, where the sunlight filled the ground.

"So, you joined the alliance with another plan: to send them all to jail?"

Natsume joked.

"Not necessarily. If I hadn't won a championship when I was young, I might have chosen to unite with them and actually form an organization similar to the Rainbow Rockets to fight against this cross-world organization."

"Why should we be more careful after winning the championship?"

Natsume walked forward, looking intently at Sakaki.

Perhaps this is the beginning of how his world's Giovanni began to differ fundamentally from other Giovannis.

"Because I saw...unmatched power."

"You must win the championship." Natsume has heard this so many times he's practically callous.

After saying goodbye to Giovanni, Natsume returned to the Pokémon Center and began researching Gilluta on the Pokémon League website.

He was curious about what would happen if such a phantom crystal ball were created and fused with Rotom.
However, the technology is incomplete and we need to wait for Gilluta to complete it.

As a collector whose body could be used to extract a huge oil field, Gilluta has countless ways to get his sentence reduced in the Alliance Prison.

What cultural relics are handed over?

What information indicates that no ruins have been found?
Things like these can lead to a reduced sentence.

Natsume was shocked when he looked it up.

He discovered that Gilluta was a model student for sentence reduction at the Union Prison.

In just a few months, the other party has made nearly a hundred contribution points, and his sentence has been reduced from eighty years to 79 years and five months!

"Is the league really that ruthless?"

Natsume was stunned.

All these numerous sentence reductions, when added together, amount to only two months?
After packing up the materials and sending them to Giovanni, Natsume, along with his Pokémon including the one with the middle part, arrived at the back mountain.

"The finals are tomorrow, everyone warm up!"

Natsume never receives special training.

Last-minute cramming won't be very effective, but having Pokémon battle each other can help them get used to the rhythm.

After all, he is usually quite laid-back and doesn't play many matches.

Kicked the man with the middle parting who was trying to slip away while he was muddling through the waters back down, and Natsume leaned against the shade of a tree, taking out the glittering golden dragon scale.

The dragon scales were burning hot to the touch.

Golden light gleamed in Natsume's eyes as his telekinetic powers slowly probed into the dragon scales.

He always felt that the purified dragon scale was more than just a change in appearance and aura.

The power of thought goes deeper and deeper, ever deeper.

Like a bottomless pit, it continued to sink, carrying Natsume's will.

Natsume was shocked, but driven by his insane curiosity, a continuous stream of telekinetic energy surged forth.

In an instant, it seemed as if a certain critical point had been reached.

A chilling, murderous aura, like Natsume's first encounter with dragon scales, surged in from all directions.

"Pickup!"

"Ouch?"

Not far away, the Pokémon that were fighting suddenly stopped what they were doing, and they all turned their heads and stared at Natsume in surprise.

The gold in Natsume's pupils had long since disappeared, replaced by an eerie crimson.

what happened?

Natsume tried to stop, but found that his telekinetic power was being pulled down uncontrollably.

"Pikapi?"

Outside, the faint voice of the top Pokémon with the middle part could be heard, but Natsume couldn't open his eyes no matter what he did, as if an invisible hand was holding his eyelids tightly shut.

Could it be that this dragon scale was not completely purified?

Since he couldn't take it back, Natsume gritted his teeth and began to unleash his full telekinetic power.

"boom!"

Just a second before his psychic powers were about to run out, a sound like something breaking rang out, and Natsume's vision returned to light.

Natsume instinctively took a deep breath of air, which smelled of dust, burnt powder, and gunpowder, making his lungs burn.

Consciousness felt as if it had been forcibly shoved into a strange, heavy, and scarred body—rough leather armor rubbed against the skin, the helmet made the temples throb, and a chipped spear was tightly gripped in the hand, cold and sticky.

Beneath their feet was not soil, but dark brown mud, mixed with shattered shields, broken weapons, charred wood, and... even more repulsive dark stains.

"what is this?"

What about a middle parting?

Natsume muttered to himself, then looked up and was met with an unbelievable sight.

(End of this chapter)