Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 488 Robot?
The Eye of the Sky fell silent, and Natsume wasn't sure if his words had any effect.

After thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked:

"Do you need something like this?"

A faint psychic force was released and injected into the psychic energy absorption device within the other person's body.

"I need a life doll."

The sound suddenly rang out, startling Natsume.

How does the Eye of the Sky know about the existence of the Human Doll?
This thing isn't just rare in my own world. When the "Life Doll" project was solved, Natsume heard it clearly in the system's broadcast.

Even after searching through all the databases of parallel worlds, records of this kind of Pokémon are extremely scarce.

"Life. Doll, Intelligence."

The voice of the Eye of the Sky slowly rose, and Natsume was startled.

What do you mean?
They've set their sights on the life doll inside Gadalia, but what does that have to do with intelligence?
Natsume didn't understand.

Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of him, he decided to retreat temporarily.

Peace Dove Company, vegetarian restaurant.

Behind a dark passage, a crack slightly opened.

Loletton brought Natsume back to reality.

Meanwhile, from the vending machine next to them, Rotom No. 2 quietly emerged through the circuit.

This place was a blind spot in the surveillance system that Natsume discovered during the day.

"Thank you for all the hard work."

Natsume patted Loletton's head and put him back into the red and white ball.

When it was Rotom's turn, Natsume's fingers trembled slightly.

"Lotto?"

Rotom No. 2 looked at Natsume strangely.

Natsume remained silent, but simply took a floating strand of hair from beside the other's plasma-state body.

"Did you sneak out of the circuit and go play inside the company just now?"

Natsume frowned.

Pokémon like Rotom have a nickname in academic circles—Electric Gengar—because they are generally quite mischievous and like to play pranks.

Rotom's calm and collected personality makes him seem like an anomaly.

Seeing the trainer looking at him as if he were being questioned, Rotom No. 2 lowered his head in a wronged manner, his plasma body flickering between light and shadow.

"Sorry, I misunderstood."

In Natsume's hand, the strand of hair instantly transformed into pure telekinetic energy and vanished into nothingness.

Why is there hair formed by telekinesis inside the circuit?
Moreover, the fact that they could make something as small as hair look so real that it was impossible to tell at first glance shows that their telekinetic abilities are at least at the level of the main world.

Natsume suppressed his surprise and gently patted Rotom No. 2's head.

"Loto~"

The latter rubbed his palm, feeling a tingling sensation.

"I'll have to trouble you again next time. But this time, we're going there."

Natsume pointed to the staff building and the company headquarters, as well as several offices with lights still on.

"Loto!"

Rotom trembled slightly, transformed into a stream of light, and disappeared into the vending machine. It quickly followed the circuit and spread in the direction Natsume pointed.

With the Rotom interference monitoring circuitry, Natsume can easily sneak into it with just a slight expenditure of telekinesis.

First, there's the office building, with a few offices still lit up.

Upon closer inspection, Natsume discovered that these places were mostly technical monitoring rooms.

Some machines require constant human supervision, but there are generally no problems.

Natsume glanced at it, but didn't pay any attention. Like a feather, he floated up from the rooftop and walked towards another staff building.

If Rogers's boasting during the day about "eating and living with his employees" wasn't just empty talk...
As night deepened, Feiyun City sank completely into sleep.

Like a feather, Natsume silently drifted down onto the roof of the staff living area.

The staff building was dimly lit, with most windows completely dark.

Only a few doors were still lit, casting a weary glow.

The air was filled with a faint smell of detergent and a hint of complex food aromas.

Natsume subconsciously pulled out his middle-part haircut. The haircut was already fast asleep, but the tip of his nose was still twitching, like a small radar in the air.

"Pikachu." Fried chicken, beef and cheese burger, tonkotsu ramen with char siu.
The man with the middle-parted hair murmured in his sleep, rattling off more than a dozen dish names, all of them meat.

Natsume put it away with a strange expression.

It seems that even the employees at that vegetarian restaurant don't like the food.

As for the typical atmosphere of employee dormitories in other places.

It's simple, even a bit crowded.

Natsume slid down the shadow of the outer wall.

His target was the top floor, Rogers' room.

Rotom number two had already located the position.

On the top floor, in the room with the best view, Natsume sat on the spacious terrace.

The French windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn all the way down.

"Lotto?"

The phone's image gallery screen lit up faintly, and Rotom No. 2 sent a message.

"Abnormal current?"

"A large amount?" Natsume frowned slightly.

Late at night, in the staff dormitory area, is there a large amount of electricity?

It's a bit strange.

Perhaps Rogers was working late into the night?
It's unlikely; a computer wouldn't have such a value.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that several high-powered electrical appliances were operating at the same time?
Natsume didn't pay much attention; he was more concerned about the situation in the room.

"Check the surveillance footage."

Natsume's mind stirred slightly.

Number two, Rotom, responded immediately.

"Disrupted, safe."

It became.

Natsume focused his mental energy at his fingertips, like the most precise key, and silently probed into the lock of the French window.

"Click."

A barely audible, crisp sound.

The window lock is open.

Natsume slipped into the room like a ghost.

The room was very large, several times larger than the average employee dormitory.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a small apartment.

The living room is spacious, and the decor is so minimalist that it's almost cold.

The main color scheme is black, white, and gray, with furniture featuring clean lines and no unnecessary decorations.

The huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelves were filled with technical books and several science and technology award trophies from the alliance.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of new furniture.

It lacks human presence and doesn't feel like a "home".

It looks more like a showroom?

Or, temporary accommodation?

Natsume's gaze swept over them.

No one was in the living room.

The study was empty.

The kitchen was so clean it looked like it had never been used.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Natsume approached silently.

Listen closely; there is no breathing sound inside.

There was no movement at all.

He gently pushed open a crack.

In the bedroom, the bed was made perfectly flat without a single wrinkle, the quilt was folded like a block of tofu, and there wasn't even a crease on the pillow.

Clearly, no one slept tonight.

Natsume frowned.

Rogers isn't in the bedroom?
Just then, a very faint, rhythmic buzzing sound came from the room next to the bedroom.

The sound was very faint, like the sound of some kind of electrical appliance running?
Natsume followed the sound.

Is there a gym next door?
The door was also ajar.

Natsume held his breath, maximizing his telekinetic perception.

He carefully pushed the door open a crack and peered inside.

The lights in the gym were dimly lit.

Only one corner was illuminated by a soft blue light.

Rogers was indeed inside!

But he wasn't running or lifting weights.

He stood quietly with his back to the door.

Standing in front of a charging station!
Natsume was a little confused, and his telekinetic powers reached out slightly.

It was a simple-looking pillar with a cold metallic sheen.

It is waist-high and has a round connector at the top.

At this moment, Rogers had his back to Natsume.

He wore a simple white tank top and athletic shorts, revealing his well-defined and toned muscles.

but.
On the back of his neck.

The skin has been opened up!
Yes, the skin, like some kind of sophisticated hatch, slid open to the sides.

The cold, metallic structure beneath was revealed.

A cable shimmering with blue energy, like an umbilical cord, extended from the interface at the top of the charging station and precisely pierced the interface that had opened on the back of Rogers' neck!

The current flowed along the cable and continuously entered his body.

It emitted that faint "buzzing" sound.

Rogers had his eyes closed, his face expressionless, and his skin looked utterly wretched under the pale blue light.

Like a sculpture being sculpted by an artist.

Natsume's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of great surprise flashed in his eyes.

Rogers, a robot?!

(End of this chapter)