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

Chapter 210 The Truth of the World, Who Are You?

Ling Feng crouched down, meeting Ah Xuan's gaze at eye level.

The latter was clutching the backpack containing the Candlelight Spirit tightly in his arms. There was still some unease in his eyes, but more than that, there was trust in Ling Feng. After this journey, he seemed to have completely trusted Ling Feng.

"The place I'm going to is a bit dangerous, you can't come with me."

Ling Feng spoke softly, "So, I'd like to trouble you to stay here with Aunt Hong and wait for me to return, okay?"

Ah Xuan glanced at Aunt Hong, whose face was serious, then at Ling Feng, and finally nodded obediently.

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully took something out of the inside pocket of his worn-out coat and placed it in Ling Feng's hand. It was a circuit board about the size of a palm, its edges worn smooth and its surface shimmering with a faint metallic luster.

"Brother Lingfeng, this... is for you." Ah Xuan said softly, his eyes filled with anticipation. "This is the brightest piece I found in the garbage dump. Take it with you, it will protect you."

Ling Feng looked at the so-called "talisman" in his hand, and his heart stirred slightly.

In this dilapidated underground world, it is quite rare for a child to retain such a pure heart.

He nodded, carefully stored the circuit board in his system space, and gently patted Ah Xuan on the shoulder. "Thank you, I'll take it with me."

Aunt Hong stood up and walked over, her face grave. "The old data port is much more dangerous than you think."

"The automated patrol robots deployed by the Alliance are alright, but what's more troublesome are the 'data ghosts' caused by data leaks and equipment malfunctions. These aren't Pokémon; they're just random holographic images or low-level programs that can interfere with your brain, causing hallucinations and disorientation. You should pay special attention to these."

Ling Feng nodded, his face showing no sign of nervousness. "I know what I'm doing."

Aunt Hong thought about the power that Pokémon had just displayed and suddenly realized that she might have been overthinking things. So she stopped talking and handed over a crumpled, rough drawing made of some kind of synthetic leather.

"This is a structural diagram hand-drawn by generations of Watchers after they secretly explored it. It is very incomplete, with many areas blank or marked incorrectly. You can only use it as a reference, so don't take it too seriously."

Ling Feng took the drawing and glanced at it. The lines were crooked and many places were marked with symbols he couldn't understand. It was indeed very rudimentary.

He put away the blueprints, nodded to Aunt Hong, then turned and walked towards the base's exit, setting off alone.

Aunt Hong watched his retreating figure, her brows furrowing slightly.

This young man from the mysterious underworld might actually bring about some unexpected changes.

I just hope that my choice was the right one.

On the other side, after leaving the Watcher's base, Ling Feng followed the vague directions on the map, navigating through the intricate network of pipes and building ruins in the lower city. The closer he got to the old data port, the more desolate the surroundings became; there were hardly any people in sight, only scattered pieces of abandoned machinery on the ground.

Most of the overhead lights in the passageway were broken, and the remaining ones were flickering, making the journey seem exceptionally long.

The ground beneath my feet gradually changed from hard metal to piled-up dust and debris, feeling soft and squishy underfoot, making almost no sound.

Even Ling Fengye felt a bit oppressed by this eerie environment.

However, Gengar seemed to like it very much, and it emerged directly from the shadows, looking around. As a Ghost-type Pokémon, this kind of environment was actually quite to its liking.

Fortunately, not long after, an enormous shadow appeared before him.

The entrance to the old dataport was a massive metal structure.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless abandoned server racks piled up like small mountains, stretching all the way to the horizon.

Thick cables were tangled haphazardly between the server racks, some broken and hanging down, sparking with electricity.

A strong odor filled the air, the pungent smell of burnt-out circuitry, which was very unpleasant to inhale.

"If I come to a place like this and get pneumonia, I wonder if it will be considered a work-related injury for me."

Ling Feng covered his nose with his hand. He cautiously ventured deeper into this graveyard of data, constantly observing his surroundings.

Before they had gone far, a faint buzzing sound came from nearby.

He immediately dodged behind a huge server array, where three disc-shaped automated patrol robots with flashing red scanning lights below were slowly flying along a fixed route.

Their shells were covered with scratches and dents, making them look somewhat old, but the short-barreled stun guns and sonic emitters mounted on their arms were still working, indicating that they were well-maintained and could still launch attacks normally.

Although dealing with these machines was simple, Ling Feng didn't want to alert them. He used his enhanced physical coordination to move quickly and quietly through the mountains of waste.

By using the massive wreckage and scattered metal boxes as cover, one can perfectly avoid the robot's red scanning beam.

When they encountered a relatively open stretch of road that couldn't be bypassed directly, Ling Feng would slightly lower his head and give a wink to his shadow. Gengar would then use its psychic powers to either make a lubricant can in the distance suddenly roll, making a noticeable sound, or silently move a small pile of plastic barriers blocking the way, creating an opening.

These noises always manage to draw the patrol robot's attention in the wrong direction.

Throughout the entire process, Gengar appeared to be handling things with ease. Ling Feng could even vaguely sense that the guy was getting bored, as if he thought the task was too easy for him and not interesting at all.
After successfully passing through this outer patrol zone, the surrounding environment became even more strange and unstable.

The already dim overhead lights began to flicker wildly, turning on and off, causing the light and shadow in the entire space to change drastically.

Unstable holographic interference clusters began to appear in the dry air, sometimes even briefly coalescing into distorted and indistinguishable shapes.

Suddenly, Ling Feng felt a slight dizziness, as if his legs went weak, and the scene in front of him began to distort and stretch.

He saw several figures in white lab coats running around, looking extremely panicked. Their faces were contorted with fear, their mouths agape, but no sound came out.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing, repetitive electronic alarm rang directly in his mind: "Warning! Highest level threat! Activate Ark Protocol! Repeat! Activate Ark Protocol!"

Ling Feng seemed very interested in this phenomenon; this must be what Aunt Hong was referring to as the "data ghost."

However, as Aunt Hong said, although these broken holographic images and communication signals cannot directly cause physical damage, they are indeed constantly affecting his mind.

Ling Feng felt his sense of direction becoming blurred, and the road he had come from seemed to be swaying.

However, he took a deep breath, concentrated, and quickly resisted these distractions. That S-rank dragon-type ability enhanced not only his body but also his mind.

Through these fragmented data ghosts, Ling Feng still didn't quite understand what had happened back then, but seeing the despair on the scientists' faces and hearing the repeated alarms gave him a sense of the tragedy that occurred five hundred years ago.

The situation must have been quite dire, otherwise these monstrous things wouldn't have been left behind.

He continued deeper, and based on the increasingly strong sensing from the chip, he arrived at a relatively complete area.

This appears to be an old, large server room, with neatly arranged server racks, but they are all out of power and no longer in use.

The light emitted by the chip pointed to an inconspicuous cabinet in the corner.

After the cabinet was opened, the chip suddenly started flashing, as if emitting some signal. A hidden compartment popped open, revealing a palm-sized metal box.

When he opened the iron box, a thin, metallic-looking piece of iron lay quietly inside. This must be the fragment of the so-called "survivor's diary".

Ling Feng took it out and examined it carefully, only to find that the dense text recorded on it was a code he couldn't understand at all, unlike any modern general language or programming language he knew.

This is a bit troublesome.

Now, it seems the only option is to take this thing back and have them translate it.

But speaking of which, this thing was left over from 500 years ago. So, the Watchers probably wouldn't understand it either, right?

Ling Feng felt a headache coming on. If that were really the case... wouldn't they be doomed?

Fortunately, a system notification popped up the next moment.

[Unknown encrypted historical document detected. Deep analysis and translation required. Emotion points: 1000.]

【Would you like to pay? 】

The system is indeed quite powerful in this respect... however...
Ling Feng's lips twitched slightly. One thousand points?

When did the system become so expensive?

I think I only lost a little over a hundred points for maintaining my identity the previous time.

Recently, due to the game's popularity and completing various tasks, I have some extra money, so the price has immediately increased.
Wouldn't you call this a profiteer?
He sighed helplessly.

Well, as long as it can be translated, it's better than staring blankly at this pile of incomprehensible text.

"Confirm payment".

The moment the points were deducted, the thin metal sheet in his hand seemed to heat up slightly. Then, before he could even read the translated text, his vision blurred, and his consciousness was sucked into a vortex.

What appeared before him was not text, but an incredibly realistic scene that seemed to unfold right before his eyes, just like the CG of his own game!
The first thing that catches the eye is a bustling metropolis bathed in sunlight.

The glass curtain walls of skyscrapers reflected golden light, various hovercars shuttled back and forth on the road, and pedestrians bustled about on the streets, their faces bearing relaxed and carefree smiles, as if they were all very happy.

Occasionally, gentle Flying-type Pokémon like Pidgey and Pidgeotto would swiftly fly across the sky, and various Pokémon familiar to Ling Feng could be found everywhere in the corners of the city.

The city before me appeared remarkably harmonious and advanced, even seemingly better than the Pokémon world.

Is this what the world looked like 500 years ago?
As Ling Feng pondered, a sudden change occurred in the scene!

Above the city, a gigantic vortex, shimmering with eerie purplish-black energy, suddenly split open in the azure sky.

Ling Feng recognized him at a glance.

The ultimate hole?!
Immediately afterwards, countless Pokémon with bizarre shapes and a terrifying aura poured out of the ominous hole like a black tide!

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng immediately perked up.

In the world I live in, an ultimate hole seems to have appeared recently, but its scale is far less exaggerated than the one in front of me now.

This world actually experienced an invasion of this scale from the Ultimate Hole five hundred years ago?
His thoughts raced at that instant.

If the destruction of the surface world was caused by the invasion of Ultra Beasts, then many things suddenly make sense.

Based on his observations of the average trainers he encountered after arriving in this world, neither the weak Electrode and Magnemite from the underworld nor the combat abilities of the League of Legends guards had any chance of winning against Ultra Beasts.

Trainers in this world five hundred years ago might have been a bit more skilled, but they probably weren't much better.

Moreover, with so many Ultra Beasts, the resistance forces in this world have absolutely no chance of winning.

The entire civilization collapsed in a very short time, and the only outcome was for the survivors to retreat to a safe underground life.

Just as Ling Feng was deep in thought, the scene began to shift, and sure enough, the trainers in this world were no match for the Ultra Beasts and had no ability to resist at all.

However, just when he thought things would continue to develop this way...
A loud cry pierced the chaotic sky!
A dazzling, brilliant light, like a real rainbow, roared down from the horizon!
Wherever he went, even the purplish-black energy permeating the air dissipated!
The light arrived in an instant, stopping above the city and revealing the figure of a huge, majestic, and sacred bird Pokémon!

Its body is naturally surrounded by a seven-colored halo, and its long tail feathers are like burning flames, radiating a warm and powerful life force.

This made Ling Feng pause again.

Holy crap, Ho-Oh?
There's actually a Ho-Oh in this world?
The trainers in this world are so weak, and they seem to know nothing about legendary Pokémon. He even thought there wouldn't be any legendary Pokémon at all.

Moreover, this aura and this feeling.

Wow, how come it feels so much stronger than Rayquaza in my own game's CG?
Logically speaking, shouldn't these two be on the same level?

While Ling Feng was pondering, the Phoenix King had already made his move.

It roared to the sky, flapped its wings, and countless pure and blazing holy fires rained down like a torrential downpour, burning every ultimate beast!
(End of this chapter)