Pokémon: Who let him leave Pallet Town?

Chapter 599 Disagreement
Work has begun.

The villagers, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, walked one by one onto the device that was shimmering with a faint light.

"what--"

A strong push came from behind, and a villager was sent flying.

Amidst countless horrified gazes, the villager's body was suddenly "stretched," forming a bizarre shape resembling a noodle.

"How terrifying!"

"Are you OK!"

The person seemed to have bumped into something and suddenly stopped.

A group of people rushed forward to inquire.

The man stood frozen in place, somewhat stiff.

Hmm. It's strange, but he seems to be in great shape.

Unconsciously, through the concerned faces, the first person to try it raised his gaze and placed it on a core device he had just penetrated.

That's it.
Could it be an illusion?
The power of the collective is immense. Under the hopeful gazes of several people, he swallowed hard and nodded, saying:
"No, it's not very good."

"really!"

Someone clicked their tongue.

Then, a long silence ensued.

Everyone looked down at the slightly rumbling pusher.

A look of resentment gradually spread across his face.

"We...we're going to fight him!"

Someone made a suggestion.

"But...but all our Poké Balls have been taken, and the other side also has that powerful turtle weapon."

Some people are not optimistic.

After some discussion, everyone agreed to wait and see how things went before making a decision that evening.

Soon, dozens of people began working inefficiently on the tasks assigned by Natsume.

evening.

"This is your payment."

A dazzling emerald green mask shone, illuminating the entire cavern.

Natsume waved his hand and handed them a stack of dark green banknotes.

The masked 'person' walked up to the machine, placed his hand on it, paused for a few seconds as if taking something out, and then turned to look at them.

"Your dorms are over there."

Natsume pointed to a hole he had just dug not far away.

As he spoke, he removed the dizzy Talebages, who had served as a buffer for the day.

Grabbing his neck, Natsume turned and left.

"Don't forget, don't forget."

Outside, the little turtle stretched out its front paws, reminding Natsume as if to say something.

"no problem."

As Natsume spoke, he took out the platinum bead.

After being nourished by the villagers all day, an oily green liquid, almost solidified, appeared on the platinum bead.

Although it was only a thin layer, it far exceeded the pale green mist that Natsume had obtained before.

"it is good!"

Talebagh immediately regained consciousness and eagerly reached out to hug the bead.

"As agreed, I will receive one-tenth of the daily allowance, no less!"

The little turtle, clutching the bead, looked warily at Natsume.

"no problem."

Natsume doesn't care.

When the platinum beads returned to my hand, their luster had dimmed slightly.

Insert the bead into the converter, with the other end connected to Loletton.

Natsume turned around and found that Talebagos had already entered a "meditation" state.

"what are you doing?"

Natsume tugged at the other's hind legs and took the opportunity to check the Psyduck children's shoes.

"Do not bother me."

Talebagos turned his head away.

"You're researching this?"

Natsume noticed and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, it's very rare."

Talebagos paused for a moment, then continued:
"Besides myself, Arceus, the only other being I've seen in my more than ten thousand years of life whose power contains eighteen attributes is this strange Giratina in your world." "I want to study it and see if I can apply the same principles to other situations."

The little turtle's eyes sparkled with immense curiosity.

Originally, it was very unhappy and resistant to Natsume bringing it here.

Moreover, the other party ruined his plans.

But now it seems that this trip was worthwhile just in terms of broadening my horizons.

"You've lived for over ten thousand years?"

Natsume looked at Talebagos with suspicion.

No, that doesn't seem right; he's not mature at all.

"W-What's wrong? Sleeping time is definitely considered living time."

As if he could see through Natsume's thoughts, Talebagos stammered.

"How long did you sleep?" Natsume asked curiously.

"Nine thousand nine hundred. What's it to you? Don't bother me."

The little turtle turned its body around, its back to Natsume.

Seeing this, Natsume shrugged and walked towards the "dormitory" cave next to him.

In fact, apart from Taleborg, Arceus, and the special Giratina of their own world.

There is also a being with eighteen attributes.

That is, breaking through to an unprecedented level of telekinesis.
"I also provide room and board here, isn't that great?"

Inside the "dormitory," Natsume spread his hands, and a large pile of food appeared on the open ground.

Everything in the Reverse World is made up of Giratina energy, and these foods are no exception.

Natsume can extract the most primal energy, and he can use telekinesis to create all sorts of things belonging to this world.

All the bedding and supplies in the dormitory were also made by Natsume in a rush.

"crunch~"

Natsume left, and the gate closed tightly.

Everyone stared at the huge pile of "packages" they had never seen before on the open ground, frozen in place, with no one daring to step forward.

After a long while, someone finally mustered up the courage to step forward and tear open the packaging.

"Crunch, crunch, thud!"

The package contained what appeared to be a chicken leg, which the man took a bite of and finished in just a couple of bites.

"How about it?"

Everyone looked at each other expectantly.

"Like...drinking water?"

The man said strangely.

"How could it be as easy as drinking water?"

Some people didn't believe in superstitions. Seeing that he ate it and nothing happened, they also picked up something that looked like bread and swallowed it in one bite.

"Huh? Why does it taste like drinking water?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the same as drinking water."

At the doorway, Natsume yawned and then turned to leave.

These things were all created using telekinesis to mimic construction.

Could it be that he actually went to the trouble of making a delicious and visually appealing chicken leg?

Having a good-looking, well-shaped appearance is good enough.

After everyone finished eating, the dormitory fell into a deep silence.

The atmosphere was silent.

The deathly silence did not last long.

"This money"

A villager trembled as he held up the banknote, which emitted a soft green glow, his voice hoarse:
"Holding it feels so comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring."

“A curse! It must be a curse!” another villager suddenly interrupted him, his face filled with horror and disbelief.
"That 'person'! How could he be so kind as to give us money? He must have some far more terrifying plot!"

“Yes! It’s said in the legends that ‘humans’ bring disaster and deception!” Someone immediately chimed in.

"This money is definitely cursed! If we keep it, it might drain our souls!"

“But it doesn’t feel like a bad thing,” the villager retorted softly, his fingers gripping the banknote tightly, unwilling to let go.

"You've been bewitched by him!" the skeptic exclaimed sharply.

"Think about how he captured us! He knocked us unconscious with that terrifying Pokémon! What kind of good person is he?!"

“But after that, he didn’t hit or scold us, and he even gave us this,” a younger villager said timidly.

“That’s the most terrifying thing!” an elderly villager said in a somber voice.

"We'll give you a little something to lower your guard first, but we'll definitely have more insidious methods later! Just wait! Once we really believe you and start using that evil machine, who knows what might happen!"

(End of this chapter)