Let you make a game, what the hell is Pokemon?.

Chapter 209 The Watchers and the League's Pursuers, Gengar: Hehehe!
Ling Feng took the metal piece and glanced at the approximate coordinates engraved on it. It was alright; he could barely understand it.

"Thanks."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." The old smoker called out to him again, pointing in Ling Feng's direction with his pipe. "I almost forgot to mention the most important thing. I gave you this address so you could find them, but if you want to know exactly where the fragments are hidden in the old data port, that alone won't do. You have to communicate with their leader—we all call her 'Aunt Hong'—face-to-face and get her approval."

"That's the rule. I was just a middleman. Only she and a few key people know the exact hiding place."

"Understood." Ling Feng nodded, then pulled Ah Xuan, who had been quietly waiting beside him, up. "Let's go."

Pushing open the heavy metal door, the deafening noise of the bar hit me once again.

When Ling Feng came out, especially when the three arrogant gang leaders from before immediately bowed and scraped and came up to ask if he needed help, Ling Feng just waved his hand and left the bar with Ah Xuan.

Guided by the coordinates, Ling Feng headed deeper into the lower city.

The more he walked, the more dilapidated the surrounding illusion became. Finally, in a corner that looked like a giant valve, Ling Feng found the hidden door disguised as a pipe wall.

He knocked a few times in the rhythm indicated by the old smoker, and a small window in the hidden door immediately opened.

A pair of eyes scanned the area in the darkness, lingering for a moment on Ling Feng's relatively clean attire, with a hint of suspicion.

"who are you?"

“Old Smoker introduced me,” Ling Feng replied calmly. “I want to see your leader.”

The person inside paused for a moment, as if confirming something, and then the hidden door slowly opened with a heavy scraping sound, just enough for one person to pass through.

Ling Feng also pulled Ah Xuan aside and squeezed in.

Behind the door is a narrow downward passage, with old pipes hanging on the walls and a grid-like metal staircase underfoot.

The man who had just spoken was a young man wearing patched overalls and with grime on his face. He led the way without turning his head and said, "My name is Anvil. Old Smoker recommended you? He should have told you the rules, right? What do you want?"

"I'd like to see your leader; we have something to discuss."

Ling Feng replied.

Iron Anvil Footsteps paused for a moment: "Uh, you've come at a really bad time. The leader probably doesn't have time to see you right now."

"What are you busy with?"

Ling Feng said.

"You don't know?" Iron Anvil glanced back at him with slight surprise, then continued walking. "Recently, something has been making headlines. A game has appeared out of nowhere, and its information and content are said to be exactly the same as those legends before the Great Catastrophe, but even more detailed and specific!"

"Let me tell you, when the news came back, those old scholars in the organization who studied ancient books almost blew the roof off. They were all incredibly excited. The entire Watchers organization was in an uproar. The leader has probably been so busy these past two days with meetings and verifying intelligence that he hasn't had time to see any outsiders. So, you've really come at the wrong time."

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, this game."

"The Phantom of the Darkness, that's what I made."

The anvil, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned around, and glared at him with wide eyes.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; his expression was as if he had been struck by lightning.

He looked Ling Feng up and down.

What did you say? You did it? How could that be! The things in that game—the sky, the ocean, the forest, and those Pokémon I've never even seen before…”

Ling Feng interrupted him directly:
"The game tells the story of a trainer known as the Champion who falls into a coma, and two professors use memory regression to take the player back to the day the trainer embarked on his journey."

He gave a brief overview of the game's opening sequence, and then discussed some events that would occur later in the game's story, including events that hadn't yet happened.

"Alright, that's all for now. Do you need me to describe it in more detail?"

The suspicion on Tiezhen's face instantly turned into surprise. His gaze towards Ling Feng completely changed, from previous aloofness and doubt to an almost frantic excitement and disbelief.

"I...Holy crap...Really?! You really made that game?!"

"Where did you get all that information from? And those things, those Pokémon... they all actually existed in history, right?"

"Wait...come with me! Quick! I have to take you to see Aunt Hong right away!"

Without any further hesitation, he grabbed Ling Feng and started rushing down the stairs, almost tripping over them.

A moment later, the passage suddenly opened up, and a huge underground space appeared before Ling Feng's eyes.

This place resembles a converted workshop from an abandoned old factory, with several high-powered mining lamps hanging from the ceiling to provide the main lighting.

Various repair tools, parts boxes, and even a few old construction machines were piled up all around.

Many simply dressed people were busy inside.

Ling Feng quickly scanned the situation of the Watchers. Some of them were practicing combat against sandbags in a corner, sweating profusely, while others were huddled together, carefully maintaining several simple weapons that looked like they were homemade.

Some are training Pokémon, mainly low-level Pokémon like Geodude, Machop, and Cubone.

However, in this world, Pokémon with these types are obviously very rare.

Ling Feng also noticed that they seemed to have very few, if any, signs of modification, and that they were undergoing basic physical or skill control training, unrelated to technology.

Several people were gathered in front of an old terminal, discussing something intensely, their faces showing anxiety.

Iron Anvil carried Ling Feng through the bustling crowd, heading straight into an office deep inside the workshop, converted from a shipping container.

He didn't even knock; he just pushed the door open, barged in, and shouted back:
"Aunt Hong! Something terrible has happened! A huge deal! Look who I brought with me!"

In the office, a woman who looked to be in her fifties, with gray hair and a faint scar on her face, was sitting behind a workbench piled with blueprints and parts.

She raised her head, her gaze sharp, and first frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the anvil's performance.

Then, her gaze lingered on Ah Xuan and the backpack he was holding for a moment, as if she had sensed something, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Then, her gaze finally fell on Ling Feng, and she paused again.

This person's demeanor is rather unusual.

"What's going on? Explain clearly."

Only then did she speak in a low voice. "Aunt Hong, this is Ling Feng," Tiezhen's voice was still trembling with excitement, "He... he said he's the one who created 'Black and White'! He made that game!"

The leader, known as Aunt Hong, suddenly contracted her pupils, stood up abruptly, placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared intently at Ling Feng.

"Are you sure? How are you going to prove it?"

Ling Feng could only repeat everything he had said before.

"I made this game based on some information I know," Ling Feng said frankly. He couldn't explain the origin of the system, but this statement wasn't entirely untrue, since the Phantom of the Dark was something he had copied directly.

Then, he briefly mentioned the Pokémon League structure and type advantages/disadvantages in the game, which further proved his identity.

As Aunt Hong listened, the expression on her face gradually changed from shock to an extremely complex emotion. She slowly sat down and gestured for Ling Feng and Ah Xuan to sit down as well.

She waved her hand, signaling the still-excited anvil to go out and guard the door.

Although the anvil seemed reluctant, it obediently went anyway.

After the door closed, she stared intently at Ling Feng, took a deep breath, and said, "Young man, what you brought... is too important. You actually know things that aren't even in our organization's secret records passed down through generations!"

Although Ling Feng was just playing the game according to the content of Dark Phantom, in Aunt Hong's eyes at this moment, he was like a living treasure.

Her tone turned heavy: "You've seen the situation here. The Alliance maintains its rule by relying on absolute control over limited underground resources and a tight information blockade."

"The Upper Town enjoys the vast majority of energy, food, and the best living conditions, while we in the Lower Town are like a forgotten garbage dump, where at least half the people struggle to survive, barely getting enough to eat every day..."

"Countless people are trapped here, unable to escape, simply because of their selfish desires!"

She clenched her fists, a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Our organization's goal is to uncover the buried truth and tell everyone that we shouldn't be huddled in this dark and hopeless place!"

"We should yearn for and return to the true world under blue skies and white clouds! We even suspect that, after five hundred years, the surface world may have recovered to a habitable state, after all, so much time has passed."

Since the topic had come to this point, Ling Feng simply followed up by asking, "So, regarding the great cataclysm five hundred years ago, what exactly happened? What caused all of this?"

Aunt Hong shook her head, a helpless look on her face: "The Alliance destroyed almost all the records of the specific details, and we only have some fragments. The truth has long been unclear. However, the only relatively complete record of the previous disaster is probably the tattered pages of that 'survivor's diary'."

As she spoke, she took out a chip the size of a fingernail, which was shimmering faintly, from the drawer and handed it to Ling Feng.

"This is the key to the sensor page. It will alert you when you get close enough. The page is hidden deep within the old data port..."

Before she could finish speaking, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded from the perimeter of the base, followed by the explosions of Pokémon moves colliding and shouts from the staff.

What's going on?
Ling Feng raised his brows slightly.

"Oh no! It's the Alliance! How did they find this place!" Aunt Hong's expression changed, and she stood up abruptly. "Quick! You go through the emergency exit at the back first! Anvil, organize people to resist!"

At this moment, chaos reigned outside. Several Alliance guards, dressed in uniform gray armor and wearing full-coverage helmets, rushed in, accompanied by Magnemite and Magneton that had undergone standardized mechanical modifications. Dense electric shocks and ultrasonic waves attacked the Watchers.

The Watchers sent out some relatively durable Pokémon like Snorlax and Golem, who, along with their trainers, used the terrain to launch a counterattack. However, they were clearly at a disadvantage. The League's firepower was more concentrated, their Pokémon were more coordinated, and their strength was obviously greater.

Ling Feng didn't rush to leave. He stood at the door of the container office and observed for a while.

The strength of these Alliance guards was actually much weaker than he had expected.

Their Pokémon's attack looked impressive, but the energy level was ordinary, and the command seemed very sophisticated.

Furthermore, the strength of these Pokémon is estimated to be below the level of a Gym Leader, at most at the level of an Elite Trainer, and perhaps even slightly overestimated.

Just then, as a powerful electric shock was about to strike a young Watcher member, Ling Feng sighed softly and gave a wink to the shadow at his feet.

"Gengar, make your move."

The next moment, a chilling aura instantly spread. Ling Feng's shadow surged as if boiling, and a purple figure with a wide-open grin silently appeared—it was Gengar!

Gengar is in a good mood right now.

After staying in the shadows for so long, it's finally time for me to come out and play!

Hehehe!

With a wave of its hands, an invisible, powerful mental force spread out like a tide.

The electric shocks and sonic booms in the air seemed to hit an invisible wall and disappeared instantly!
Immediately afterwards, that psychic power precisely enveloped the Pokémon of all the League members.

Bang bang bang! ! !
They had no chance to resist, not even a chance to scream. All the Magnemite and Magneton were as if they were grabbed by an invisible hand and slammed into the ground or the wall next to them.

Under the enormous impact, the mechanical parts on its body crackled and shattered. After a few flashes of electricity, it went completely still and collapsed to the ground.

The entire base fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Whether it was the League's guards or the Watchers who were fighting hard, they all froze in place, staring dumbfounded at the Pokémon floating in mid-air, which seemed a little unsatisfied.

They had never seen a Pokémon in this form before, and were terrified by its terrifying and incomprehensible power.

"What's this?"

Am I seeing things?

The Alliance's guards, seeing their entire team wiped out in an instant, were terrified and didn't care about anything else.

With this monster here, quests and such are no longer important.

They let out a terrified scream, quickly recalled their Pokémon, and disappeared in a flash.

Aunt Hong and the Watchers around her watched as Gengar slowly shrank back into Ling Feng's shadow, and then looked at Ling Feng, who remained calm as if nothing had happened. Everyone was dumbfounded.

Clearly, Gengar's power is indeed a bit too much for them.

Amidst the silence and countless gazes, Ling Feng walked up to Aunt Hong.

"Okay, that should solve the problem."

He glanced at Ah Xuan, who was still somewhat frightened by what had just happened and was clutching the hem of his clothes tightly.

The rest of the event will not involve the child.

It should be much more convenient to act alone.

(End of this chapter)