Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 440 The Time Traveler from Thousands of Years Ago

Natsume immediately became interested.

The great man of the alliance was actually a time traveler!
The mystery that had lingered in Natsume's mind for so long suddenly vanished at that moment.

If the other party is also a Pokémon enthusiast, then many of the incongruous details that were unconsciously revealed in the previous travelogue would make sense.

Natsume's heart burned with excitement. At this moment, he desperately wanted to know what kind of legacy this fellow traveler had left behind.

He turned back to the previous pages, which seemed to be the beginning of an autobiographical passage:
"I had a dream. In the dream, there was a lot of steam, and a strange bald man said he would take me to the Pokémon world."

"At first, I felt so lucky to have escaped the smoke of world war and been able to live in a dreamlike utopian world."

Upon seeing this, Natsume was stunned for a moment.

World War?

Could this time traveler be from the World War II era?
The next second, Natsume suddenly woke up.

Where did Pokémon come from during World War II?
The only explanation is World War III.

When Natsume traveled through time, the world was generally peaceful; of course, local conflicts and frictions never ceased.

"Hiss—" Natsume subconsciously touched his chin, his eyelashes drooping.

So, this great figure of the Pokémon League actually lived after my timeline? But he traveled thousands of years earlier than me, arriving in a war-torn Pokémon world?
A terrible thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

"System! When you send me back in the future, the timeline won't be based on their timeline, will it?" Natsume asked anxiously.

The host can choose the time point themselves.

The system's cold, emotionless voice rang out.

"That's good." Natsume's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He never wanted to return one day only to find his hometown ravaged by war.

After receiving the reply, Natsume composed himself and continued reading.

"What?! There's fighting here too?!"

"War is everywhere. What kind of Pokémon world is this?!"

The words on this page were so powerful they seemed to pierce through the paper, bursting forth with barely suppressed anger and despair.

"The world shouldn't be like this!!"

What follows is almost entirely a recount of this time-traveling predecessor's arduous and pioneering journey. It includes his concept of a trainer and the established principles for raising the optimal six Pokémon.
Natsume clearly sensed that the other party was doing everything in their power to try to turn this ravaged world back into the Pokémon paradise full of hope and warmth that he remembered.

History has proven that his ideals were the guiding light, and his perseverance was the cornerstone—and in the end, he truly succeeded.

The ink on the pages has changed over the long years: sometimes as black as charcoal, sometimes stained with unknown mineral pigments. The writing of this notebook has obviously spanned an extremely long period of time.

The further you read, the more the youthful spirit and sharpness of the words gradually fade, replaced by a sense of melancholy and weight that comes with experience.

Through the changing handwriting, Natsume seemed to witness firsthand how a passionate young man was tempered by time, how he stood tall amidst the hardships, and how, ultimately, how the chisel of time sculpted him into an aged silhouette.

As the writing drew to a close, a hint of helplessness seemed to emerge from the depths of that steady pen.

"I can't remember when I last opened this notebook."

"Fellow villager, if you can go back, please take your Pokémon with you. Perhaps with increased productivity, the fighting over there will stop."

The writing paused slightly here, and the ink blurred into a small patch. Natsume's fingers, which were holding the book, trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Finally, help me teach that damn bald guy a lesson if you can find him." Upon seeing this, Natsume almost instinctively touched his own bald head.

A cool, damp sensation came from my fingertips—it was Mewtwo, sensing Natsume's emotional fluctuations, quietly gathering moisture, trying to decipher the emotions hidden in these words that it couldn't understand.

Natsume closed his notebook.

Unlike the two books that vanished in the flames, this yellowed, wrinkled notebook still lies peacefully in his palm, heavily bearing the story of a stranger's tumultuous life.

The platinum behemoth tilted its massive head, its enormous fiery pupils staring unblinkingly at Natsume's face.

It also longed to know what the trainer who had stood shoulder to shoulder with it and ignited the flames of world change had said in his final message.
"Can you tell me about it?" The platinum behemoth's deep voice carried a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

"It's nothing. It's about your trainer's hometown." Natsume paused briefly, then chose to remain silent.

“I know,” Platinum Behemoth said calmly, “my trainer is not of this world.”

Before he could finish speaking, Natsume suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"Hmph~" Two scorching sparks spewed from its nostrils, and the platinum behemoth raised its head, its gaze fixed on the palace's dazzling, incandescent dome, as if staring directly at the sun. It seemed to be talking to itself:

"The other two guys, who have the power to travel through the world, have been searching for him for a long time, but have not yet found their way back."

The power to traverse the world!?

Natsume was shocked and instantly understood.

No wonder! No wonder Team Rainbow Rocket disappeared from this world so quickly.

The great man's other two trump cards, on a life-level level, are comparable to Hoopa's.

A divine beast with a unique nature. As if thinking of something, Natsume looked at the middle-parted hair and Loletton.

However, judging from the recent controversies, Team Rainbow Rocket's shadow seems to have once again loomed over the Pokémon world.

Natsume pondered for a moment, then took out the dragon scale.

The platinum behemoth glanced at him and immediately understood his intention:

"Which organization do you want to ask about? Over the years, some information about them has been coming in intermittently."

"In that case!" A glint flashed in Natsume's eyes. "We..."

"Don't you want to see the 'legacy' my trainer left you first?" Platinum Behemoth suddenly grinned, revealing a cunning smile made of flames, and its entire body burst forth with dazzling golden light!
A blinding light engulfed all vision. When Natsume opened his eyes again, the mountain of rare treasures he had expected did not appear.

Before him lay a small, inconspicuous metal ring.

"What is this...?" Natsume asked, picking up the ring with a puzzled expression. It felt icy cold to the touch.

The only unusual thing was that his telekinetic power seemed to hit an invisible barrier, unable to penetrate it even slightly.

“Those are things left behind by ‘them’,” the platinum behemoth’s languid voice rang out with a hint of profound meaning. “It is said that they can locate the true form of Arceus.”

Locating Arceus's true form?!
What do they want to do?!

Natsume's pupils suddenly contracted.

Arceus appears in various worlds only as avatars; his true form resides in the endless void beyond these worlds, its whereabouts unknown and impossible to find.

Knowing this, Natsume completely gave up the idea of ​​going to Sinnoh to find the alpaca clone.

The power of a single clone is far from sufficient to fulfill his wish to return home.

This seemingly ordinary ring actually points to an existence that is almost equivalent to the creator god.
(End of this chapter)