Pokémon, but cultural invasion

This fight is a must.

From its core—a purple gem—a pair of orange and blue feet emerged from a hole in its shell.

Deoxys will use the energy it just absorbed to briefly revive in order to defeat the heavily injured Zapdos.

Suddenly, His outstretched feet retracted as if by lightning.

A bright sun rises in the distance.

"That is...?"

Both He and Zapdos turned their gaze toward Goldenrod City.

...

Two suns shone in the sky, and the accumulated snow melted.

The snow on the streets of Golden City was disappearing at a visible rate, dripping into the sewers.

The frozen rivers and lakes on the outskirts of the city are beginning to thaw, and ice jams are occurring downstream.

Spring seems to have been brought forward, and plants that have been huddled up all winter are awakening.

Green grass tips sprouted from the dark brown earth.

Quanshu stared at the illusory red sun on the horizon, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Don't tell him this thing is "sunny day".

"The snow melts, and the earth recovers."

A silver-white elf with a purple tail appeared silently in front of the two.

His voice echoed in their minds: "Izumi-ki, I have come to fulfill the contract."

"No, you cheated!" Quanshu exclaimed, speechless.

Mewtwo said unhappily, "That's how the contract was made."

He was almost driven crazy by those bastards.

Whether Izumi liked it or not, Mewtwo's psychic power enveloped the two of them, as well as Latias, who was trying to stop it, and they disappeared from the spot.

He went straight to the new island.

"Ok?"

Passing by the eastern part of the mainland, it seemed that two pitifully weak beings of the same kind were confronting each other from afar.

"It would be good to bring them back to share the workload."

Mewtwo acted recklessly, grabbing them without a second thought and flying them all toward the new island.

Chapter 215 What do you take life for?

Above the Kanto continent, a purple-black light flashed forward at an incredible speed.

Vermilion City... Crimson City... Crimson Town...

As a purple rainbow streaks across the numerous islands of the Seven Islands, a new island shrouded in dark clouds comes into view.

"Ms. Quanshu, have we been kidnapped?"

Ziyu's fingers rested on the Poké Ball at her waist, her expression tense.

Quanshu didn't know how to answer her, not expecting that Mewtwo had dragged Ziyu into it as well.

"He is very strong. Even if we all joined forces, we couldn't defeat him. Relax, there's no immediate danger to your lives."

Upon hearing his words, Ziyu's fingers gradually loosened.

Indeed, along with them was Zapdos, the legendary Pokémon of the Kanto region, making their chances of winning extremely low.

As for that dull, motionless little meteorite, the Purple Flute, we still haven't figured out what kind of creature it is.

As the rainbow light slowed down, Quanshu looked down and saw a modern city standing in the center of the deserted island, completely out of place with its surroundings.

The city is like a tireless giant, with its towering skyscrapers forming its steel skeleton and its brightly lit streets like flowing blood vessels.

Various Pokémon walked in twos and threes on the street. Gardevoir and Gallade led a small Ralts, Baku sat by a stall and loudly hawked his wares, and Slowking helped customers choose clothes in the shops.

The lights in the residential buildings twinkled.

Traffic flowed like a river on the ground, and a few office buildings in the city center still had lights on sporadically, with some people working overtime.

The elves, dressed in tailored human clothing, each performed their duties, resembling a well-run small city.

Quanshu narrowed his eyes. At first glance, Elf City seemed to be thriving, but in reality, there were many unreasonable aspects.

For example, Dazed King has no aesthetic sense at all, and the clothes he brings out are not even the right size for the customers.

The Gardevoir holding Ralts's hand showed no affection for a child; Ralts seemed more like a job to her.

Employees who work overtime aren't really working; they're just idly writing or doing something, wasting their time.

The various inconsistencies suggest that this is more like a giant game of pretend than a small city.

Izumi guessed that Mewtwo's method of filling in must have been brutal; it forcefully stuffed the cloned Pokémon into various positions.

The manipulated elves form families with complete strangers, living a false life in this toy city.

Previously, Mewtwo's Pokémon Castle plan had only existed in words, and Izumi hadn't thought about it in detail, only feeling that He was stubborn and meticulous.

But when a magnificent city and tens of thousands of living clones are laid out like a sand table in front of the Spring Tree.

He felt a chill and was deeply moved.

Mewtwo... what does it think life is?

Izumi subconsciously recalled a passage—humans created His body, but could not give Him a gentle heart.

The purple light briefly patrolled the city before finally settling on the roof of the largest building in the center.

With a wave of its hand, Mewtwo sent the raging Zapdos into a deep sleep, while Little Meteorite stood nearby, too scared to even breathe.

His spiritual energy transmitted through the city: "Spring Tree, how are you feeling, this elven city?"

"Why involve irrelevant people in this issue?"

Quanshu frowned.

Irrelevant?

Mewtwo glanced at Ziyu; there were too many female humans around this person, and it didn't have the time to identify them all.

"If you're worried about your secret being exposed, I can make her disappear right now."

"It's not about being exposed or not..."

It seems a bit difficult for Izumi to explain to the tyrannical Mewtwo that innocent people shouldn't be implicated.

Their telepathic connection went undetected by Ziyu.

She frowned and said to Mewtwo, "I don't think it's right to bring us here without our consent."

Most Pokémon in the world are friendly, and Ziyu prejudged Mewtwo as friendly as well.

After all, there are many mischievous sprites, and most of them don't mean any harm.

"calm."

Quanshu could clearly sense Mewtwo's fluctuating mental state, and he said, "Don't you think the existence of this city is fake?"

"What do you mean?"

"You crudely put together the elves who just came out of the machine, gave them identities, but didn't give those identities the emotions they should have."

Izumi reached out and pointed to a childcare room on the middle floor of the neighboring building, where dozens of unevolved baby Pokémon were playing.

"The little creatures still in the mall at this hour are probably because their parents forgot to pick them up."

"If you're only a parent but have no feelings for your child, don't you think that kind of family of three is fake?"

Mewtwo clenched its three-toed fist. It didn't understand or care about feelings.

In accordance with the principle of respecting and valuing the virtuous, He displayed an astonishing level of patience, which was rare for Him.

“The negligent elves are not fit to remain in the position of parents. Tomorrow, the law will punish them, and I will give those baby elves a new set of parents.”

Izumi was speechless, amused by Mewtwo's logic.

...

Latias blinked, and it seemed as if little fairies were beckoning to her from the lit room.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Latias vanished and flew towards the care room.

The play area enclosed by soft walls was noisy, with strange and wonderful toys scattered haphazardly on the mats.

A Ralts is assembling building blocks.

The castle, made of cylinders, triangles, and cubes, is colorful and very beautiful.

"Lalu~"

Ralts beckoned to her and shook the lever of the music box.

Soon, melodious music and the dolls in the box began to dance together.

"Jingle bells—jingle bells—"

Ralts then brought out a light ball toy, which would spin and emit seven colors of light when pulled hard.

"miu~"

It seemed to think that wasn't enough, so it transformed into the cunning little fox next to it, twirling the light ball with its tail and inviting Latias to play with it.

...

“You created a bunch of replicas and forcibly tied them to this city, which is wrong.”

Quanshu originally thought that the Elf City's problems were at least structural, but it was completely different from what he had imagined.

Mewtwo, who possesses telepathic abilities, cannot comprehend the minds of other beings. Its hatred for humanity overwhelms everything, and its inner void is filled with resentment and bitterness.

The word "copy" made Mewtwo's pupils shrink.

Are you questioning my plan, or do you have a problem with the replica?

The savage look that settled in his purplish-black pupils deepened.

"It's not a problem with the plan. You can't create thousands of elves just because you're suffering, and make them feel the same pain as you."

Quanshu knew that the best course of action was not to provoke Him.

But the thought that the birth of the Elf City was closely related to him made the restlessness and frustration in his chest unstoppable.

"Suffering comes from humans. Once I drive out all humans from the world, no elves will suffer."

Mewtwo added, "Izumi-tree, you are special. I allow you to carry some humans and continue to live in a corner of the world."

"Do you... really think that way?"

Izumi knew that His human cleansing operation would never succeed, but it would be enough to engulf Kanto in flames.

Even so, it is humanity's own fault.

Mewtwo pressed his hand to his chest: "If they hadn't created me, I wouldn't be in so much pain, and humanity wouldn't have been destroyed."

His expression was contorted, and violent emotions swirled within his empty heart.

"I never wanted to come into this world, let alone as a copy."

The conversation stirred up memories, and He couldn't help but fall into a deeper level of pain.

Chapter 216 Personality Correction Haji Dream

The man who created Him was named Fuji, and he disappeared in that great fire.

Mewtwo also had a period that could be considered happy, during its childhood... no, it should be said that it existed in the consciousness space before it came into this world.

He got along well with a human girl, and they wandered and played together for a very, very long time.

Until one day she said, "I always feel like I'm about to say goodbye."