Bottom-tier trainers in the Pokémon world

Perhaps the dream-inducing tapir also played a part in the power plant incident.

Furthermore, Xia Yan clearly remembered that Du had said that he wasn't sure what kind of Pokémon Tomruchi possessed, because Tomruchi rarely participated in battles, but he definitely didn't have any Psychic-type Pokémon.

Perhaps the Alliance headquarters has files on the Tomruchi sprite, but it's clear that as a former prospective investigator, Wataru wouldn't be able to access those files.

If Tomruki had planned to betray the League long ago, he would certainly have tried to conceal his identity by disguising his Pokémon.

This may also be the source of his confidence in betraying the alliance.

Whoosh whoosh—

Suddenly.

Dozens of League Trainers appeared at the club's entrance, riding new flying Pokémon. Leading them was Azir, whom Xia Yan had met before; his Pidgeot had left a deep impression on him.

Azir and his entourage strode into the club after landing.

His gaze swept over the messy club lobby and the disheveled Loto lying on the floor. He couldn't help but frown and said in a deep voice, "Watari, where is Tom Ruoqi?"

Du nudged his lips, indicating that it was Loto on the ground.

Azir raised an eyebrow. Judging by appearance and attire alone, he could very well be Tom Ruchi.

but.......

The prospective Four Heavenly Kings, whom he wasn't even confident he could handle and had to summon several skilled fighters from Golden City to deal with, were thus subdued by Wataru and Natsuhiko.

Isn't this a bit hasty?

Two men stepped out from behind Azir, restrained Loto, and lifted him up.

Another person came up and searched Roto's body. "No conversion device, no Poké Balls, only this."

A golden quill pen was presented to Azir.

As you can see, the tips of the feathers are still stained with ink.

"Is this a pure gold feather?" Azir's brow furrowed even more.

He looked at Du, hoping for a positive answer.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Loto, who was being supported, suddenly coughed and then laughed, "Hehe..."

His smile was somewhat eerie, and his voice was chilling.

“What do you want to say…” Azir looked at Loto and asked in a deep voice.

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Hehe... I have to thank you for all of this, 0451."

Loto grinned, his mouth stained with blood, and stared at Xia Yan with a mocking expression. He struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so he gave up.

"What do you mean?!" Xia Yan asked, frowning.

"What do you think... we kept you here until now?" Loto didn't answer, but continued to ask, his smile laced with arrogance.

All eyes were on Xia Yan.

It seems there's something hidden in Loto's words?

Xia Yan's face slowly darkened, and that unpleasant feeling he had earlier resurfaced in his heart.

“It’s too late to tell you now. All I can say is that thanks to you, everyone’s attention has been focused here…” Loto seemed to want to see defeat on Xia Yan’s face, because only then could he find a sliver of a sense of accomplishment.

Has it attracted everyone's attention?

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Xia Yan frowned, stepped forward, grabbed Loto's collar, and dragged him off the ground.

"Are you using me?"

"Heh heh—so you already noticed? You're truly the most suitable candidate. No one is more suited to this task than you. Just like me, no one is more suitable for my task than me. I'm already satisfied! What about you?" Loto laughed somewhat maniacally.

Hearing Loto's sarcasm, Xia Yan pursed his lips, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"Xia Yan, what does he mean?" Du grabbed Xia Yan's wrist, pulled him off Loto's collar, and asked.

Xia Yan did not answer, but simply lowered his head.

Head.

It's a bit chaotic.

Thoughts.

It's a bit complicated.

He finally understood why so many coincidences had happened to him.

My cautious nature, my relationship with Watari, my relationship with Kenji, the tasks I've experienced, the things I've encountered—all are interconnected...

They were all taken advantage of.

The person behind Loto is using him, using his relationship with Lance, to gradually pass on the information he's releasing to the League and the Trainers Guild in Goldenrod City.

When did it start?

Did he meet Watari?

Was his encounter with Watari also preordained?

Or is it really a coincidence?

Now, he really doesn't want to believe in coincidences anymore. When coincidences happen too often, then he can no longer use the word "coincidence," which clearly carries a sense of luck.

Xia Yan felt very cold.

It wasn't the biting cold of rain, but the icy chill that seeped into his very bones, as if everything he had was part of someone else's scheme.

"Xia Yan, what's wrong with you?!" Du looked at his changing expression, grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard.

Waking up to Watari, Xia Yan was covered in cold sweat and felt completely exhausted.

His gaze swept over Dudu, Loto, and Azir, and he stepped forward, grabbing the golden feather from Azir's hand amidst everyone's astonished gazes.

Feel the softness in your palm, and apply a little pressure.

click!

really.

That feather was broken off just like that.

"This..." Du was stunned.

Is a pure gold feather really that fragile?

An unnamed fire rose in Xia Yan's heart.

His conjecture was confirmed once again.

It feels like being manipulated and led by the nose like this...

This is really bad!

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, he said in a low voice, "In the slums."

"Junk dump!"

He finally pieced all the information together!

The mud on Loto's shoes was the kind of mud that makes you smelly, he deliberately showed off his golden quill pen to influence his judgment, the injuries suffered by the Maple River Elf... and so on.

But he had barely finished speaking.

A sudden explosion rang out in the sky.

boom!!!

The skies above Golden City had already been filled with a great deal of lightning, and neither the sound nor the flashes were insignificant.

But compared to this, it's really nothing.

The sky seemed to have been cleaved open, revealing a gaping hole through which a massive golden bolt of lightning flashed, lingering for a long time without dissipating.

The enormous, folded lightning bolt hung in the dark sky, like a new sun rising, illuminating the entire golden city as if day had arrived.

Within this golden lightning bolt, a sacred figure, like a holy deity, slowly emerged from the sky, bathed in the thunder.

It has a long, pointed orange beak, its entire body is covered with golden feathers, and its wings and tail are covered with a large number of spike-like feathers. Black feathers are interspersed on the back of its wings and the inside of its tail feathers. Its crest is made up of a large tuft of sharp feathers, and its sharp orange claws are faintly visible in the lightning.

"Hahahaha!! It's here! It's here!"

Loto, drawing strength from who-knows-where, frantically broke free of his restraints, opened his arms, closed his eyes, and gazed up at the sky with a look of piety.

"When the sky is dark and lightning strikes incessantly, legends will appear..."

"That's... Zapdos!"

Upon seeing the holy elf appear, Azir's pupils contracted sharply, and he murmured the elf's name.

Not only him, but everyone present looked on in shock.

The commotion also attracted the attention of all the residents of Golden City, who looked at the figure with awe.

Zapdos, the legendary Pokémon of the Kanto region!

Chapter Sixty-Nine Experiences

The slums west of Golden City.

A garbage dump that goes unnoticed.

Surrounded by a mass of stinky mud, a vacuum zone was cleared out in the middle of the garbage mountain.

The drizzling rain cannot affect what is happening at this moment.

A hand with freshly trimmed nails emerged from a black, dense raincoat, gently holding a golden feather. Surrounded by a group of elves, the feather landed on the conversion device in the center of the vacuum zone.

Rumbling--

The white light from the thunderous lightning illuminated the delicate features hidden beneath the raincoat, as well as the carefree curve of her lips.

The visitor reflected on his experiences over the past period.

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