Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 437 Gyrocopter?

Natsume was unaware of what had happened to the trio.

He walked intently up the steps.

"amazing."

Natsume muttered to himself.

The flames not only did not burn him, but also maintained a constant temperature. As the altitude continued to rise, Natsume did not feel the slightest bit cold.

And most importantly, through the ethereal flames, Natsume can clearly see everything beneath his feet.

From this vantage point, you can get a bird's-eye view of everything in Yanmo City.

No. Not just in Yanmo City, but throughout the entire Chengdu region and Guandu region, as the altitude continues to rise, you can see a trace of it.

Ahead, a man with a middle parting walked along, making a smacking sound.

Natsume's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Everyone come out!"

As soon as the red light flashed, all of Natsume's Pokémon appeared on the steps.

"Ouch!"

The giant dragon thumped its chest.

However, the next second, she lost her balance.

"Ouch?"

Her wings flapped, but to no avail, and her body plummeted straight toward the ground.

The same thing happened to the ground squirrel.

Fortunately, Loreton and Zapdos, who were nearby, reacted quickly and flew out to catch the Dragonite and Diglett, carrying them on their backs.

"Strange, why can't you stand up?"

Natsume stroked his chin, looking curiously at the giant Dragonite and the little Diglett.

Unable to understand, Natsume could only return both to the red and white balls.

"The aura is getting closer and closer." Mewtwo's voice suddenly rang in my mind.

Natsume nodded slightly and quickened his pace, heading towards the top of the mountain.

Fortunately, the distance from Baiyin Town to the top of the mountain is much shorter than the distance from the foot of the mountain to Baiyin Town.

Unlike before, Natsume didn't spend most of the day struggling to climb.

In less than two hours, he reached the end of the Flaming Stairs.

but
Natsume stood outside the cave, somewhat dumbfounded.

At the end of these steps is the cave where I deliver meals every day!
With a "let's give it a try" attitude, Natsume went inside anyway.

"Stab~"

The moment he stepped into the cave, the amber in Natsume's hand melted like ice and snow.

A burst of devastating golden light stained everything around it with a white-gold hue.

As the dazzling platinum-gold light gradually softened and settled, the scene before Natsume's eyes became completely clear.

He found himself not standing in a dark cave, but in a magnificent and sacred temple that defied description.

This palace seems not to be built from earthly bricks and stones, but rather directly constructed from solidified radiance and pure will.

The dome is as high and distant as the sky itself, without any elaborate carvings or paintings, only a soft, even, and seemingly breathing white-gold light curtain enveloping it.

The four walls are not straight and upright, but rather present smooth, rounded curves, as if they were a giant embrace.

The walls themselves have a warm, jade-like texture. There are no murals or reliefs, but the light and shadow themselves naturally flow on the walls, creating images that symbolize peace—sometimes like outstretched olive branches, sometimes like the outline of clasped hands, and sometimes like swirling auspicious clouds and gentle dove feathers.

The ground was as smooth as a mirror, and its material resembled the purest white jade, yet it was even more translucent than jade, as if one were stepping on solidified radiance.

"Pikachu!" The man with the middle parting instantly perked up his ears and ran across the smooth ground that reflected the soft light of the dome.

Natsume lifted his leg, looking around as he instinctively walked forward.

The entire space was bathed in a pristine brightness, with no shadow able to linger there.

Walking on it, you don't feel cold at all; instead, a warm, gentle sensation rises from your feet.

All around, massive pillars support the towering dome. They are not traditional cylinders, but rather resemble several soft beams of light converging together, gradually becoming more ethereal from bottom to top, with the top seemingly merging into the dome's light curtain.

The entire hall was filled with an indescribable tranquility and peace.

The air was so fresh and free of dust, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance that was both refreshing and invigorating. Light was everywhere, yet it was not glaring; it filled every corner, dispelling any thoughts of darkness or unease, leaving only a sense of purity, tranquility, and all-encompassing peace.

In the deepest part of the hall, where Natsume's gaze fell, the soft light seemed to converge into a brighter yet less dazzling area, vaguely outlining a symbolic silhouette.

"You came"

The blurry outline opened its mouth, and the voice was exactly the same as the one Natsume heard in the Dragon Scale Illusion. The tip of its nose twitched, and you could almost smell the sweetness of the flower cakes.

"Senior." Natsume cupped his hands and used his foot to hook over the middle-parted hair that was holding out a small blanket and poised to strike.

[An unknown divine beast has been discovered!]

The system's voice was incredibly clear, and a huge red dot appeared on the silhouette in front of me.

Red dots were everywhere, even filling the entire hall.

what's the situation?
Natsume was stunned.

This broken system has so many bugs every day.

"Are you surprised?" A muffled, hoarse voice came from the silhouette.

Natsume's pupils contracted, as if even the slightest fluctuation in his emotions could be accurately detected by the other party.

"I'm amazed at how great our seniors are!"

Natsume touched his nose and told the truth.

You saw right through me.

For the first time, that ancient voice carried a hint of indescribable emotion, like approval or a deep sigh.

"Yes, I no longer have the 'physical entity' you perceive me to be."

"No physical form?!" Natsume was even more shocked.

"I am the embodiment of the concept of 'peace' in the world."

As the words were spoken, the vast and indistinct outline of light deep within the hall began to collapse and coalesce inward.

The violent stream of light became docile, and the vast energy was gathered together, like a galaxy being reversed.

In the end, all the divine radiance settled down and transformed into a colossal beast whose presence overwhelmed everything.

It stands majestically in the heart of the hall, bathed in its radiance.

Its body shape resembles that of a Growlithe dog, with smooth and powerful lines. Every hair seems to be sculpted from solidified platinum light, flowing with a warm and restrained divine radiance.

Its posture carries a serene majesty, as if it has been guarding this place since time immemorial.

Those eyes, like molten gold, were so deep they seemed to contain the entire world, calmly gazing at Natsume without a trace of blurriness.

A faint golden aura surrounded him, flickering like his breath.

“Growlithe!” Natsume blurted out.

Although the Peacekeeper Divine Beast in front of him looked very different from Arcanine, he still noticed some clues.

"Growlithe?"

"That's what my trainer called me a long time ago."

The platinum dog tilted its head, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

Trainer!?

Natsume was startled.

There was actually a trainer! And the legendary Pokémon of peace, which corresponds to the War Dragon, was once trained!
"Pika pika."

The boy with the middle parting seemed to be soothed by the gentle and vast aura. Hugging the small blanket, he cautiously and instinctively approached the huge, platinum-like claws, then curled up and lay down.

The sacred Arcanine lowered its enormous head, which seemed to be made of flames, and a slight ripple appeared in its golden eyes.

It neither stopped nor approached, but simply allowed the tiny electric mouse to nestle beside its pristine fur, as if the scene itself was part of "peace."

Natsume silently watched this unimaginable scene unfold before him.

The majestic ancient mythical beast and the bewildered, sleepy Pikachu create a bizarre and peculiar scene.

Whether it was a misperception or not, deep within those eyes, which were like molten gold and contained endless years and divinity, Natsume seemed to catch a trace of extremely faint, yet incredibly distant, longing.
“In the distant past,”

The voice of the Platinum Divine Beast resounded directly in Natsume's consciousness, deep and solemn, carrying the dust of time.

"There was once a tiny life that liked to snuggle up beside me and drift off to sleep peacefully."

(End of this chapter)