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

Chapter 709 A Perfect Time-Space Substitution?

He realized that he could never win against the mysterious pursuer when it came to "impersonating himself".

Since cunning and deception are ineffective, let's solve the problem with the most primal force.

He suddenly threw out six simple-looking red and white balls.

A flash of light appeared, and six Pokémon appeared on the field, instantly sharpening Natsume's eyes—Garuda, Togekiss, Roserade, Lucario, Rockruff, and Glaceon.

This is precisely the ace lineup of Sinnoh champion Cynthia thousands of years later.

Wang Luo actually assembled and trained this team in this era.

Clearly, this was a trump card he had carefully prepared for a long-term plan.

"Heh, you want to solve this by force?" Natsume laughed.

"Go! Mid-Headed Dragonite, Dragonite, Zapdos, Hoopa, Dugtrio, Loreton!"

Five minutes later.

Wang Luo slumped in the dust, his eyes glazed over, his face ashen.

His six carefully trained ace Pokémon lay scattered across the cratered ground, completely unable to battle.

The mysterious pursuer on the other side completely overwhelmed him with just a few moves from each of his Pokémon.

"Impossible, this is impossible... How could you... be so strong..."

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Wang Luo muttered to himself, his faith completely shattered.

With endless despair and fear, he activated the device again and fled into the distant past.

Natsume patted non-existent dust off his hands, lost in thought.

He was basically certain that as long as major historical events were not directly altered, and overly outlandish future technologies or power systems were not exposed, this level of "interaction" seemed to be within the permissible range of Giratina's power protection.

Moreover, he also confirmed the limitations of Wang Luo's ability to rewind—he could only jump forward in segments and could not pinpoint his location precisely.

What followed was a one-sided "hunt" that turned into a one-sided mockery and crushing defeat.

Every time Wang Luo escapes to a new point in the past, he tries to make arrangements in secret, befriend powerful people, or bury supplies.

He would despairingly discover that another "self" always got ahead of him, or completed his plans in a more perfect way.

He even chatted and laughed with the targets he wanted to contact, leaving behind the reputation that "Lord Wang Luo is truly far-sighted, generous, and knowledgeable."

Natsume thoroughly enjoyed this, reveling in the perverse pleasure of "helping the villain achieve their KPIs ahead of time," while also observing with great interest the changes in human society over thousands of years.

As for Wang Luo, in the cycle of hope being ignited and ruthlessly extinguished time and time again, his spirit gradually teetered on the brink of collapse.

He realized something was wrong.

Natsume's actions... were entirely aimed at replacing himself in time and space.

Why would you want to replace yourself?

Naturally, they fear that their disappearance might create unnecessary butterfly effects.

That guy wanted to kill him!

About two thousand years ago, somewhere in the Xicui area, a wedding room.

The final leap caused a fluctuation in spacetime, transporting Natsume to a room filled with classical charm.

Red candles burned brightly, and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood and a festive atmosphere.

The room was decorated in a solemn yet festive manner, with intricate patterns carved on the wooden furniture. Beside the bed covered with red brocade sat a bride wearing a phoenix coronet and a red veil.

Standing in the center of the room, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, with a deathly pale expression as if he had seen a ghost, was Wang Luo.

At this moment, Wang Luo looked bewildered.

Having been "targeted" by Natsume countless times, he had clearly become numb and could only watch helplessly as Natsume gradually replaced his traces in time.

In the end, he even mechanically kept trying to escape into the past.

With his eyes closed and looking around, Wang Luo realized that he seemed to have returned to his own era.

Returning to his own time means that his influence over the next two thousand years has been completely replaced by Natsume.

At this point, killing him is the best option.

Perhaps... perhaps...

Wang Luo trembled as she looked around.

He realized that he couldn't continue like this.

Wang Luo tried to gather as much information as possible, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He appears to have just finished his wedding ceremony and is preparing for the next step.

However, Natsume's appearance shattered his last shred of hope.

Natsume, looking at the scene before him that was clearly a wedding night, and then at the seated bride, subconsciously touched his chin and gasped, "Hiss~ Wait a minute... this... seems like I can't do it for her."

Does he have to personally impersonate the groom and enter the bridal chamber?

This joke has gone way too far.

Wang Luo, who was already on the verge of despair, saw the fleeting hesitation and embarrassment on Natsume's face and, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw, his eyes suddenly burst forth with a crazy and twisted light!

He pointed at Natsume, his voice shrill and piercing with extreme fear and final madness: "It's you! Natsume! I know it's you! The aura of that ring on you... Think carefully! If you were to kill me at this moment..."

A狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) and desperate smile appeared on Wang Luo's face. He spoke slowly and deliberately, uttering the truth that would make Natsume hesitate: "That Zhu Lan... your champion friend... is no more!"

"Because—I! Am her direct ancestor!"

The game of time-traveling has reached its cruelest end at this moment.

Continuing the pursuit might break the causal chain of Zhu Lan's existence, causing her to disappear from history.

Giving up the pursuit means that Wang Luo might use this time to reorganize his plans, or even find a way to reverse everything.

Natsume stood there, looking at the crazed Wangluo and the bride who was completely unaware of the impending disaster, his lips twitching slightly.

"It seems you have absolutely no idea about the power of technology."

Natsume rubbed his fist.

Wang Luo's roar, like an ultimate curse, echoed in the bridal chamber, flickering with red candles, carrying a madness and despair of mutual destruction.

He stared intently at Natsume, as if trying to imprint his hesitation and concerns deep into his soul.

However, the momentary freeze on Natsume's face quickly dissipated, transforming into a strange expression that mixed helplessness and "I knew it."

He rubbed his temples, as if pondering a technical problem rather than a moral dilemma concerning the survival of his friend.

"Tsk, that's why I hate this kind of drama the most."

Natsume muttered something under his breath, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached Wang Luo's ears.