Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 598 I will definitely rescue my fellow villagers!

Green Green Town, village entrance.

When the figure draped in a light green cloak and wearing a strange green grass mask reappeared and this time barged straight into the village, panic erupted instantly!

"He's here! That 'person' is here again!"

"This time he's wearing a mask! Even scarier!"

"Stop him! Stop him quickly!"

Despite their fear, the villagers, especially the young and strong, mustered their courage to rush forward, wielding hoes, shovels, and even just sticks, screaming as they tried to drive away the ominous presence in order to protect their homes.

However, their attacks were like passing through phantoms, unable to touch Natsume at all.

Natsume didn't even use his telekinesis.

He simply walked calmly among the chaotic villagers, his gaze precisely sweeping over the most emotional and energetic young adults.

The Talebagos in his hand was now tied with a specially made elastic rope, making it look like an incredibly handy living meteor hammer.

"Whoosh!"

"Ouch!"

"Thump—Pfft!"

"Ugh!"

With a flick of his wrist, Natsume sent the little turtle tracing a precise arc, its shell gently tapping the back of the heads of one villager after another who rushed towards him.

The force is controlled so well that it can make someone dizzy and incapacitated instantly, but without causing serious harm.

Talebagos pursed his lips, listening to the wind whistling past his ears with a look of utter despair.

One after another, the young and middle-aged villagers collapsed to the ground like wheat that had been cut down.

The remaining elderly, women, and children were terrified and screamed as they fled back into the house, locking the doors and windows tightly and daring not to come out again.

As if entering an empty village, Natsume calmly and skillfully tied the knocked-out young men together with the prepared vines, then dragged them away from the desolate village like a string of balloons.

……

The cave is now called an underground energy factory.

The young and middle-aged villagers who had been abducted gradually woke up.

They found themselves in a strange cave that exuded a dangerous aura, and were being held under guard in a designated area.

Panic spread instantly!

"Where is this?!"

"That 'person' has captured us!"

"What is he going to do to us?!"

"Help! Let us out!"

Unrest began to erupt.

Some tried to struggle, while others cried out in despair.

"Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap".

A series of strange sounds rang out.

Everyone stopped crying, and they turned their heads in a daze to look at a newly dug hole not far away.

"Crack!"

As they stopped walking, a huge disc projection, backlit by the light, enveloped everyone.

"Gudong!"

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard, and everyone crowded even closer together.

"Slap slap slap slap".

As the other party approached, everyone discovered that behind the huge shadow was just a small blue turtle.

The strange sound came from the "Psyduck" shoes that the other person was wearing on the floor with all four feet.

"What is this?"

"Could it be a Pokémon?"

"No way, 'humans' can have Pokémon?"

Everyone immediately started talking.

"Ahem, quiet!"

Talebagos coughed twice.

It stomped its foot forward suddenly.

"Pahchi——"

"."

The little turtle remained silent.

As its strength gradually returned, Natsume seemed afraid that it would sneak away.

So I forced it to wear these children's shoes, and it made a squelching sound when it walked.

Clearly, Talebagos has no control over these locals.

Meanwhile, seeing that Natsume was not there, the group began to riot.

"Let us out"

They emboldened themselves and began to ram into Talebagos.

"Su Jing!"

It wasn't until Xia Qian arrived that the farce was stopped.

Inside the cave, the commotion quickly subsided under Natsume's icy gaze.

The villagers huddled together, trembling, staring in terror at the “person” wearing a bizarre green grass mask who could wield the Talebaghs as a meteor hammer.

Natsume ignored their fear and walked over to the rudimentary energy conversion device that was still hissing and emitting a greenish-brown mist.

Then he pointed to the rudimentary equipment in the corner of the cave that was still running, providing basic lighting and ventilation, and then to the “production line” that he had just improved, which still looked somewhat dangerous.

His voice came through the green grass mask, calm and undisturbed, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Work."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression froze.

Legend has it that ghosts bring them immense pain and disaster.

Does this mean enslaving them?!
For a moment, everyone stiffened their necks and glared angrily at Natsume.

*Splat!*

A comical sound flashed by, and Talebagos was lifted up.

"Ok?"

Talebagos turned his head in confusion and looked at Natsume.

Didn't we agree that once it joined, we wouldn't bother with it?
The effect was immediate, and countless gazes lowered.

Under the trembling, fearful gazes of many, Natsume raised the Talebages, but did nothing to them. Instead, he walked to a place not far away, a place that emitted a faint light, but was not clearly visible.

Amidst a chorus of curses and jeers, the little turtle was hoisted up.

"Didn't we agree that once the mask was finished, we wouldn't need me anymore? It still provides the same blocking effect!"

“The mask is a ‘sliding rheostat,’ and you are the one blocking it.”

Natsume muttered to himself, then turned to look at the group of villagers, his demeanor suddenly changing.

"You just need to stand there and enjoy the push-back feeling."

"Then, collect your payment."

He paused, then added, his tone as flat as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"Legend has it that they were enslaved by 'people' and could never return to their village!"

"Doesn't that mean we're going to be..."

No one listened to what Natsume was saying, and panic spread again.

Natsume stood silently in place until all the villagers realized something was wrong and quieted down, then he slowly said:
"Daily settlement. You can get 1,000 yuan once you complete the basic quota."

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

They looked at each other in disbelief, as if they had heard unbelievable news.

"One thousand yuan? Daily payment?"

Someone spoke up, somewhat bewildered.

"You believe him? How could he possibly blow it up all by himself!"

Before he could finish speaking, a large box crashed heavily to the ground.

With a creak, the box opened, revealing stacks of brand-new joss paper inside.

"Ah--"

Natsume felt the surrounding temperature rise suddenly, as if the cold air had been sucked away.

Natsume calmly assessed the situation before him.

He wasn't trying to drain the villagers' life force—in fact, he keenly sensed that whenever the villagers' energy was extracted, a larger, purer source would quietly emerge from the foundation of this world, quickly replenishing their depletion.

It even makes them more active.

This is more like a catalytic cycle?

He merely acted as the medium that initiated the cycle, and diverted a portion of the overflowing energy as the cost of "system operation" and the "rewards" paid to them.

The true energy supplier seems to be the world itself, or rather, Giratina.

With the support of Danyu's friendship, Natsume created a "human-shaped printing press" using the extracted energy from a reverse world currency that he could manipulate with a single thought.

He became even more certain that everything in the Reversal World was created by the power of Giratina.

The cave was deathly silent.

The villagers stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the "one thousand yuan" bill in their hands, which radiated an aura of pure energy.

Then take another look at that bizarre, sucking-in "production line".

Finally, he looked at the "person" wearing the terrifying mask.

Hire?

remuneration?

Panic and resistance spread through the crowd again, but this time it was intertwined with a desire for unknown rewards.

"What...what exactly does he want to do?"

"This money...it feels so good..."

"Don't trust him!"

Natsume watched their reaction indifferently, as if he had expected it all along.

He spoke again, his voice still flat and monotone:

"Work and you'll get paid. One thousand yuan a day."

One thousand yuan a day!

This figure is merely the minimum daily wage standard stipulated by the league in the real world.

But in this world that is decades behind in terms of progress, it's a huge sum of money.

The villagers were completely stunned.

They looked at the banknote in their hands, a banknote that made them feel comfortable and secure just by holding it, their faces filled with immense confusion and unease.

This "person" also made a prophecy, which, although it seemed terrifying, offered conditions that didn't seem unacceptable.
The pay was so good it was unbelievable!
Natsume didn't reply, but walked out, leaving them space to think for themselves.

Stepping outside, Danyu peeked out with her little head:
"Um, if a factory opens here, will Mom and Dad come back?"

Danyu looked at Natsume with sparkling eyes.

"Maybe." Natsume shrugged.

"But..." Danyu seemed to have something on her mind.

"But I don't think I can see Brother Wuli."

Danyu looked around.

"What brother?" Natsume asked in shock.

“Brother Wuli.” Danyu looked at Natsume naturally, then suddenly smiled mischievously:
"Hehe, I heard you were going to deliver money, so I had my brother go to the village entrance too."

Natsume: "."

In the real world, Wu Li is Dan Yu's unborn younger brother.

In a world turned upside down, the other person has become the older brother?
He remembered that they had indeed captured a young man who looked similar to Wu Li.

But I didn't pay much attention to it.

"strangeness."

Natsume muttered to himself, his telekinetic powers instantly and meticulously scanning the entire cave and its surroundings, but he indeed found no trace of the boy.

Oops. Did I remember it wrong?
……

Meanwhile, on a desolate coastline outside Green Town.

A thin boy, bruised and battered, covered in dust and green slime, struggled to emerge from behind a pile of debris. He glanced back at the desolate village, his eyes filled with fear, anger, and unwavering determination.

"That demon... he captured everyone!"

He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with fear, but he tried his best to stand up straight.

"I can't go back; going back would be like walking into a trap!"

He gazed at the distant, hazy sea.

"Fellow villagers, wait for me!" He clenched his fist and whispered an oath in the direction of the village, as if to encourage himself.

"I will definitely find reinforcements! I will definitely come back to save you!"

(End of this chapter)