Pokémon: Who told him to come out of Pallet Town!

Chapter 707 With Natsume gone, I am invincible.

When Giratina opened its eyes, the first thing it saw was a bent elbow coming toward it.

What is this?

A glittering, telekinetic creation?

Before the barely visible body could react, it was pierced through by the enormous golden statue with its head parted in the middle.

"boom!"

A massive mass of psychic energy enveloped Natsume and carried him into another dimension.

Along with him came a man with a middle parting, who rushed in shouting and yelling.

"Pikachu!!!"

Just as the man with the center-parted hair was about to throw a tantrum, he suddenly discovered that his golden statue was completely unharmed!

The 24 golden Pikachu statues floated above a cloud of black mist and below a cloud of white mist.

To be precise, it appears to be one of Giratina's claws.

"It's so big?"

Natsume stood atop the statue of the golden pickup truck, staring in astonishment at the colossal creature before him.

The statue with the center-parted hair, which is four or five hundred meters tall, is actually held like a small doll by Giratina's two claws.

Of course, Giratina's condition is definitely different from usual right now.

The other party was surrounded by black, white and gold mist, and his body was semi-transparent, so his physical form could not be seen.

This should be the diffuse state that Chi Ri mentioned.

After glancing at Giratina's condition, Natsume turned his head away.

His gaze swept quickly across this strange space.

This is not an ordinary spiritual realm; it is more like a core hub where energy is highly compressed and rules are extremely distorted.

Giratina's true form was unimaginably enormous; its diffused body seemed to merge with the entire space, black...

The white, gold, and white energies flow like breathing, maintaining an extremely precise balance.

The air was filled with a sense of ancient, vastness, yet also a heavy burden of weariness.

"Giratina!"

Natsume steadied himself and immediately used telepathy to transmit his thoughts, quickly explaining to Wangluo that he possessed a time-rewind device, was constantly rewriting history, and the seriousness of Team Rainbow Rocket's anchor point plan.

...Therefore, we need your help! We must stop him before he causes irreversible damage.

"We need to go back to that crucial point in time!"

As Natsume made his final emphasis, he raised the dog-head seal.

The gentle power radiated outwards, illuminating the three-colored light emanating from Giratina.

Within Giratina's enormous eyes, the sands of time and the latitude and longitude of space flowed slowly, as if it were digesting this vast amount of information and assessing the veracity of Natsume's words.

After a moment of silence, an aged and weary yet resolute thought echoed in Natsume and the man with the middle parting: "Okay."

There were no questions, no probing, only a weak "okay".

Natsume was slightly taken aback.

Just as Red Sun said, Giratina's condition was extremely poor due to the long-term torment of the power imbalance.

Furthermore, Ji Ping's act of sacrificing himself to merge the two worlds has already weakened the other party's consciousness to an extremely low level.

With this thought, a faint yet incredibly pure force of spacetime separated from Giratina's dissipating body, flowing like a gentle stream and entwining around Natsume and his center-parted hair.

At the same time, a blue hourglass, resembling a small ornament, appeared in Natsume's hand.

The power of time.

"Pikachu!"

The person with the middle-parted hair looked over with shining eyes.

Do you think it would be cool to put this thing inside the eye socket of my statue and let it spin around?

His mouth was watering from the middle parting.

"Don't even think about getting your hands on that thing."

He could sense that this force was full of constraints and warnings; it was more like a key that could unlock the door to the past, but how to use it and how far he could go depended entirely on his own grasp of the "rules."

"Understood! Solve the problem in a way that minimizes the impact." Natsume nodded emphatically.

He glanced at the middle-parted man who was still grinning at the golden statue, and then scooped it up.

"Let's go! Let's find that guy who messed with the save file and settle the score."

"Buzz—The power of spacetime was activated, and Natsume and the figure with the middle parted hair, along with the golden statue held in Giratina's claws, instantly disappeared from this core space."

Half a day ago, the world was turned upside down.

Outside the Tianguanshan crater, Wang Luo took a deep breath, straightened his unassuming traveler's attire, and forced a sincere expression of anxiety and indignation onto his face.

He watched Natsume and Takeran cautiously exploring the edge of the crater in the distance, and felt secretly pleased with himself.

After countless attempts, he has completely figured out these two tough challenges!

This time, he carefully crafted his story, intending to completely smear Akatsuki as a Rainbow Rocket Team undercover agent, and use the information gap and first-mover advantage to gain the initial trust of the two men.

He calculated the distance and timing, preparing to step forward and stage a scene of "encountering a loyal and virtuous person and uncovering a conspiracy"—"Wait a minute!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, exploded from his side and behind.

Then he saw another "Wang Luo," dressed in the exact same clothes as him, his face bearing the same anxious and indignant expression that he had carefully crafted, sprinting towards him at top speed.

No, it was rushing towards Natsume and Ran.

"I'm real! He's fake!"

"The Crimson Sun's conspiracy goes far beyond this!"

The later "Wang Luo" ran while shouting at the top of his lungs, and the "urgency" and "sense of justice" in his eyes were even more realistic than the original.

Wang Luo: "???"

He was completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?!

Is the time-space device malfunctioning?

How can there be two of me?!

And... how could that imposter's eyes, tone of voice, even the details of his running posture... be more like me than I am?!

Looking at the imposter, Wang Luo felt an indescribable sense of dread.

Every move the other person made seemed to be deliberately designed.

What chilled Wang Luo even more was that the Unova Champion named Natsume, who should have been difficult to fool, became evasive after hearing the shouts of the newcomers.

Without the slightest hesitation, an expression of "sudden realization" and "extreme trust" instantly appeared on his face. He completely ignored the "Wang Luo" who appeared first and went to meet the imposter.

"You're finally here! We almost got scammed by this conman!"

Natsume grabbed the imposter Wanglu's hand, his tone filled with lingering fear and dependence.

Wang Luo stared at this unbelievable scene, his mind almost going blank.

That doesn't make sense!

Unless... unless that later "Wang Luo"...

...It was actually Natsume himself in disguise.

He approached Giratina!

A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Without any hesitation, almost instinctively, Wang Luo pressed hard on the hidden time-space device on his chest.

In a flash, his figure vanished without a trace, as if erased by an eraser, before the astonished eyes of young Natsume and Takeran.

"You run really fast." Natsume pouted and winked at his past self from half a day ago; the two understood each other without saying a word.

He immediately sensed the faint spatial fluctuations left behind when Wanglu disappeared, and with the power granted by Giratina, he once again pursued it.