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

Pokémon: Who told him to come out of Pallet Town! Chapter 743

"Is that all?"

Inside the God-Slaying Mech, a hint of disappointment appeared in Rainbow Natsume's eyes.

But he didn't care about these little incidents.

In any case, in the end, it will all belong to him.

"Hoopa—try to get rid of us!"

As Natsume spoke, he instantly appeared on the body of the three-in-one Rotom mech.

Immediately afterwards, a golden ring suddenly expanded to its limit, barely enveloping Natsume's brand-new Rotom mech and the motionless, abyss-like God Remains mech.

With a whoosh, space distorted, and the two enormous mechs vanished from their original positions in an instant.

The next moment, they found themselves in a colorful, blurry, and chaotic alternate dimension—the most chaotic area Hoopa could reach, the furthest from the main world.

"A futile struggle." Rainbow Natsume watched all this indifferently, without even moving a step.

For him, returning to where he started was as simple as taking a step.

However, it seems like it wouldn't be bad to take care of Natsume here.

Inside the alternate dimension, Natsume gasped for breath, forcibly suppressing the feeling of lightness and unease caused by Hoopa's long-distance teleportation.

His mind raced, the great man's final words echoing like a spell: "Become him..."

"The hardware has caught up... but the software is dragging us down."

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"It refers to... — "me"

He stared intently at the divine mech that had stepped out of the alternate dimension and appeared before him like a shadow.

Every movement of the opponent was concise, efficient, and so precise as to be outrageous. The mech and the pilot seemed to be one, and destruction followed wherever the mind went.

It was a cold kind of "perfection" that pushed power to its extreme.

And what about yourself?

Even with the Rotom mech that was now on par with, or even slightly superior to, his opponent's hardware, his controls still retained a "human" sluggishness.

Hesitation and instinctive reaction.

It's like a child wielding a giant's weapon, possessing great power but unable to unleash even a fraction of its potential.

Am I the bottleneck in the "software"?

A heartbreaking thought rose uncontrollably.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The brief moment of reflection was interrupted by a relentless torrent of destructive energy.

Rainbow Natsume gave him no time to adapt or think; the attacks came like a storm.

Natsume gritted his teeth and desperately maneuvered the Rotom mech to defend and dodge.

With each collision, the mechs unleashed astonishing bursts of energy; the divine power gained from the fusion with the Peace Dog was indeed formidable.

He no longer has to worry about battery life.

But Natsume could clearly feel the invisible "barrier" between himself and the mecha.

While struggling to maintain his balance, he kept a close eye on the movements of the Divine Remains Mech, trying to find a pattern or a flaw in its design.

Gradually, a vague, frantic thought began to form in his mind: "Could it be... that 'becoming him'... means becoming completely... inhuman, like him?"

"To merge consciousness with the mecha... or rather, with some deeper, more fundamental rule?"

The thought sent chills down his spine.

Just as his mind was in turmoil and a slight flaw appeared, "it was over."

Rainbow Natsume's cold voice was like a final judgment.

The dark golden chain core on the chest of the Divine Remnant Mech suddenly shone brightly.

The countless phantom chains no longer drew out, but transformed into tangible spears!

Ignoring space and defense, it instantly penetrated all the barriers of the Rotom mech and accurately hit Natsume, who was located in the pilot core.

"null! "

Natsume felt as if his consciousness, soul, and even the very concept of existence itself had been forcibly "stripped" from the mecha by an irresistible force.

Everything before my eyes—colors, sounds, sensations—is rapidly fading and disappearing.

Ultimately, they were plunged into absolute, cold darkness.

In another dimension.

When their master died, the three Rotoms had no time to grieve.

The three-in-one Rotom mech was dragged by chains extending from the Demigod mech.

Like a frenzied shark, swallowing it whole, bit by bit, until it becomes one with it completely.

"Awoo... Awoo..."

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The giant dragon lay in the confinement area, weakly pounding the barrier with its claws, large tears rolling down its cheeks.

"Ugh....1.."

Hupa huddled in the corner, the golden ring dull and lifeless, filled with endless self-reproach.

"It's all Hoopa's fault... Hoopa didn't become stronger, didn't protect everyone... didn't protect Natsume."

Natsume is dead.

Under their very noses, they vanished into thin air.

They tried to rush forward, but they had no ability to resist at all. In one fell swoop, they were captured as rare Pokémon and thrown into a confinement area transformed from a small world.

This is not a force of a single dimension.

The other Pokémon let out mournful cries, which echoed in the small space.

Only a middle parting hairstyle.

It neither cried nor made a fuss.

It simply and silently pulled out a rusty little shovel that was bigger than its body from somewhere.

Then it began, digging very carefully, bit by bit, in the limited space within the confines of the enclosure.

It wants to dig a grave.

A small grave that belongs only to Natsume.

It remembered clearly that every time Natsume "died," as long as it dug a grave and lay down on it, Natsume would "come back to life" and drag it up while cursing.

This time, it did the same thing.

It painstakingly dug a small hole, then curled up, lay down on it, and closed its eyes.

One second, two seconds, one minute... nothing happened.

Maybe he'll come back after a day's sleep?

But the crying of his friends kept the man with the middle parting from sleeping.

The man with the middle parting suddenly opened his eyes.

It sat up, staring blankly at its crying companions around it, then looked down at the small grave it had just dug.

This time...it seems...different?

"Clatter"

A drop of scalding liquid slid down its cheek without warning and landed on the cold, confined space.

In its heart, somewhere, something seemed to have clenched it tightly, sending a sharp, piercing pain it had never experienced before.

"Middle parting—" Huba choked up, trying to comfort it.

I know how that feels... not being able to protect the people who are important to you...

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"Pikachu!"

The man with the middle parting coldly slapped away Hu Pa's outstretched hand.

Its eyes held a calmness that was almost deathly still.

It didn't look at anyone again, but simply lay back down and closed its eyes tightly.

The man with the middle parting fell asleep.

Hupa sighed, thinking that the middle-part hairstyle was ultimately unacceptable and that he had chosen to run away.

However, the next second, something unexpected happened!

The golden fur of the man with the center-parted hair began to turn gray and lose its luster at a visible speed.

Its breathing became weak, and its entire body seemed to be rapidly having its life force drained away by some force.

In the deepest part of its consciousness, that unique, bizarre dream space was suddenly accelerating at a frenzied, almost suicidal speed.

It's no longer the leisurely, capricious change of the past.

In this dream space, the sky and earth are distorted into blurry bands of color, and the sun, moon and stars swirl like a carousel.

The ratio of the flow of time to the real world has been stretched to a terrifying degree.

In the center of the space, a small, yet incredibly focused and even slightly fierce Pikachu phantom sat quietly on the grass.

Around it lay a mountain of books—books Natsume had once given it, but which it had scorned: *Advanced Pokémon Energy Meridian Theory*, *A Brief Analysis of the Principle of Human-Pokémon Mental Synchronization*, *Microscopic Material Structure and Life Form Simulation*, and so on.

It showed no complaints, no sadness, and not even a trace of extraneous emotional fluctuation.

It simply, like the most sophisticated machine, frantically flips through, understands, and absorbs the knowledge that it once discarded like trash.

At its claws, a milky-white, divine mist, imbued with the authority of "creation" and "dreams," continuously surged forth, condensed, and...

Changeable.

At first, it was just a small, irregularly shaped lump of flesh that kept wriggling.

Then, the mass of flesh gradually differentiated, giving rise to a heart-like pulsating structure, a respiratory membrane similar to the lobes of the lungs... followed by the rudiments of bones, the network of neural networks, and the direction of muscle fibers...

Little by little, thread by thread.

In endless darkness and nothingness.

Natsume's last remaining, faint trace of telekinetic consciousness, clinging to the Pokémon, flickered like a candle in the wind, sensing the outside world...

They were filled with sorrow and despair, tasting the bitter fruit of their own failure and their helplessness.

It's over... This time, it's really over.

Even the unreliable "spirit summoning" technique of the middle-parted hairstyle failed...

Just as utter despair was about to consume his last shred of consciousness, a whoosh!

A tiny glimmer of light suddenly appeared in this absolute darkness.

At first, it was only the size of a pinhead, like an illusion.

But the next second, that tiny glimmer of light suddenly expanded.

Like a supernova explosion! It dispelled all darkness and cold.

A warm, familiar, and vibrant atmosphere completely enveloped his remaining consciousness.

In the light, a brand new body, exactly the same as his original body, with every cell and every spiritual fluctuation perfectly replicated, rapidly constructed and took shape "before his eyes" like a miracle!

"This...this is...?!"

Natsume's remaining consciousness emitted an unbelievable tremor.

A powerful suction force pulled his consciousness into the newborn body.

The five senses return.

Abundant in strength.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes!

I found myself in that familiar dream space, yet it seemed to have witnessed countless ages.

In his arms, he held a body withered, fur gray, and breath so faint it seemed it might vanish at any moment... with a middle parting.

"A middle-part hairstyle?! You!"

Natsume looked at the middle-parted hair that had aged beyond recognition in his arms, his face showing an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the books scattered all over the dream space.

The yellowed pages seem to have been displayed for thousands of years once again.

In an instant, Natsume understood.

The dream space of the man with the center-parted hair, theoretically, can construct anything, provided he possesses sufficient knowledge.

"Pikachu!" I told you, I'll keep sponging off my parents!

The person with the middle-parted hair reached out and waved their hand in front of their eyes a few times. Natsume realized that the other person seemed to want to pat their chest.

"you..

Natsume was stunned.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared outside, in that confined area.

"Natsume!"

"Awoo?"

Hoopa, Dragonite, Zapdos, and Diglett, all of whom were surprised to discover Natsume's "resurrection," gathered around him in delight.

But soon, sadness returned to their faces.

"Awooo!" What's wrong with the boss?!

The giant dragon was in a panic.

"You with the middle parting!"

Hupa stared in shock at the man with the middle parting.

It vaguely guessed something.

"Skin....

The man with the middle parting waved to Hoopa, signaling it to come over.

Hupa did as instructed, only to see the man with the middle part give her the middle finger, just as he always did.

This time, however, it was trembling.

Hoopa was stunned, but then heard the voice with the middle parting continue: "Pikachu..."

Only... a good-for-nothing... would be unable to protect... the person they want to protect.

[Ding! Human and Bond Collection +1!]

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