Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"I need to prepare for the premiere during this period, so please take care of Little Meteorite."

Lan Xing sat upright at the table and asked, "Little Meteor hasn't moved since we got back. What does it usually eat?"

"Just think of it as atmospheric dust. Treat it like an air purifier. Try feeding the little meteorite some Pokémon food when it can move around freely."

Ultimately, what is the purpose of the existence of Pokémon like Little Meteor?

Once a small meteorite falls to the ground, its core, now unprotected by its outer shell, will quickly dissipate. Only by being placed in a Poké Ball can it possibly survive.

They inhabit the ozone layer, drifting aimlessly, absorbing the surrounding dust to survive, and occasionally streaking across the night sky to bring a glimmer of light to people.

Based on this, the only purpose of the small meteorite is to fill the void left by Rayquaza's lack of snacks.

"I see."

Lanxing carefully placed the little meteorite and the incubator together.

Izumi returned to her room.

She will do her best to complete the task entrusted to her by Lanxing, which is both a strength and a weakness.

To avoid making her overthink, Izumi concealed the existence of the Iron Dumbbell.

After all, it is a quasi-god cub, and the fewer people who know about it, the better, so as not to attract poachers.

Before Daigo arrived in Kanto, Izumi planned to minimize the time he spent at the orphanage.

Alternatively, you can wait until Iron Dumbbell evolves into MetalGreymon and gains some self-defense capabilities before returning to the orphanage.

Carrying the heavy iron dumbbell back to the bedroom, Izumi placed Pokémon food on the bedroom table.

When I woke up the next day, the food was gone, and the magnetic stickers on the kitchen refrigerator had all lost their magnetism.

Iron dumbbell has a good appetite; besides regular food, it also likes to eat magnets.

As if to maintain the normal dumbbell settings, Izumi's weight was noticeably reduced when he put it in his backpack.

Carrying iron dumbbells, he, along with A-Che, Guang-Tai, and the hired staff, set up the premiere venue.

The day after the stage was set up, Lijia arrived at the scene with bad news.

"Several mobile vendors have appeared in the flower market around Yuhong Dojo, specializing in selling Peashooter and zombie dolls."

“Our collaboration agreement did not include merchandise sales, so I chased them away.”

“But the vendors set up their stalls as soon as they left the Yuhong Dojo area, which is beyond my jurisdiction.”

Quanshu understood what she meant.

The Plants vs. Zombies fanbase attracted the attention of vendors, who began producing and selling unauthorized pirated merchandise.

It's one thing to sell plants that are heavily modified from Pokémon, but to sell zombies is just ridiculous.

To be honest, Izumi-no-kyu doesn't have a very good solution.

Piracy is an inexhaustible problem; the world is too big to ever completely eradicate, and there will always be fertile ground for pirated goods to thrive.

"Just ban them from selling at the flower market."

Lijia rushed over to clarify, probably because she was worried that counterfeit products in the flower market would affect their cooperation.

Quanshu sighed slightly, noting that the surrounding merchandise was an important part of the cultural industry.

The soil of a blank market is never barren; if one doesn't cultivate it, someone else will naturally take its place.

We need to find some time to talk to Guangtai later.

"And..."

Izumi tells Rika about the situation with the Beldum and wants to inquire about the recent activities of Pokémon hunters in the Kanto region.

"You shouldn't be leaving Golden City for the next few days, right?"

"Correct."

"Then there's no need to worry."

Rika glanced in the direction of the Saffron City Gym and said, "Don't be fooled by Sabrina's nonchalant attitude; she won't allow anyone to run rampant in Saffron City."

......

August 16th, sunny.

Mori Minoru Large Cinema in Kyoto City.

The decline of the film industry has reached physical cinemas, and it's hard to imagine that the largest cinema in Golden City has to play movies released years ago just to keep its box office going.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; the magnificent buildings erected during the industry's heyday have not yet collapsed.

When it was time to enter, countless tiny figures, no bigger than ants, entered.

Ma Zhishi withdrew his gaze.

"Hmph, I didn't expect the so-called premiere to attract so many people."

He sat atop the Magneto, thousands of meters in the air, with Raichu forming a white barrier to protect him from the gale and the cold.

"Land."

Even Maslow couldn't stay at high altitudes for long; lack of oxygen would kill him.

Unless he carries an oxygen tank, but he wouldn't do something so foolish.

The Magneto slowly landed, and Lt. Surge stepped off the screw, his boots crackling with electricity with each step.

"Look, it's Lt. Surge from Konoha City."

"Is that the owner of the Kuye Pavilion who likes the Electro-Charge Challenge?"

Shh—if he hears you, you're finished.

Hearing the reporters' whispers, Mascherano didn't even bother to look at them.

Ignorant and foolish people don't even deserve to be in his peripheral vision.

A handsome young man sat at the registration desk at the entrance, holding a pen in his hand and Ibu sitting cross-legged on his lap.

To be honest, he really dislikes pretty boys, but there's a strange sense of familiarity about Ibrahimovic.

Lt. Surge remembered this familiar feeling. Was Eevee also a Pokémon that resisted evolution?

The last Pikachu that resisted evolution defeated his Raichu, so what about this Eevee?

That being said, he wouldn't think much of this young man just because of Ibrahimovic.

"Hello, I am Izumi, the head of the Tingxiang Film Club."

Ignoring the young man's outstretched hand, Ma Zhishi went straight to Li Jia, who was standing by the registration desk, and said, "Master Yu Hong, I've come to keep my appointment."

Lijia smiled politely and said, "Mr. Lt. Surge, your seat is in the first row of the screening room. There's a nameplate on the table."

"No need, I'm not here to watch a movie."

The tall Ma Tsz walked straight through the long corridor and took a seat in the last row of the screening room.

After he left, Lijia said helplessly, "March was a soldier, he has a bad temper and is very stubborn, don't mind him."

"The visitor is a guest."

Quanshu was very curious: what would Ma Zhishi do at the premiere if he wasn't going to watch the movie? Would he eat popcorn?

Ma Zhishi was known as a lightning-fast tough guy, and Izumi had anticipated his attitude.

Arrogance and haughtiness are his characteristics, and also his disguise.

A true Maslow is very cautious, takes every opponent seriously, and has the determination and belief to perish together with them.

If he had joined the Rockets, Mt. Surge would have been a formidable threat to the Kanto League.

As it turns out, apart from Lt. Surge and the absent Giovanni, most of the Kanto Gym Leaders gave him face.

Xiaoxia and Axing, who came together, exchanged pleasantries with Lijia.

"I love Plants vs. Zombies in the garden. I wish there were more Water-type Pokémon in the pool."

Unperturbed, Xia was gentle, poised, and exuded the aura of a youthful beauty.

"It is an honor for Tingxiang to receive the players' affirmation."

The spring tree is neither humble nor arrogant.

Ah Xing has just taken over the position of head of the Shallow Red Pavilion from her father, and is still a bit naive in her dealings with people.

"My father received a last-minute mission from the Alliance to go to Chengdu and cannot keep the appointment. I am truly sorry."

Lijia indicated that it was alright and said, "The Four Heavenly Kings have a heavier burden on their shoulders than we do. I am very satisfied that you came."

Ah Xing, having shed her ninja outfit, looked dashing and heroic. Judging from appearances alone, you would never guess that both father and daughter were experts in using poison.

Chapter Sixty: The Uninvited Guest

Did something just pass by?

Quanshu rubbed his eyes.

After seeing Xiaoxia and Axing off, a cloak seemed to float by behind the crowd queuing for autographs.

The thing disappeared again in the blink of an eye. Was he seeing things?

Izumi Tree, filled with suspicion and doubt, welcomes the next dojo master.

It's hard to say which gym leader in the Kanto region is the strongest, but Brock is definitely the most well-rounded.

Brock is not only a gym leader, but also a Pokémon breeder, trainee Pokémon doctor, and even a trainer coordinator.

When the bronze-skinned, squinty-eyed man appeared at the entrance of the venue, Izumi knew that everything was in order.

"Thanks to Tingxiang Studio for producing the FarmVille game. It would be even better if the next version update could add a restriction that prevents the same person from repeatedly stealing crops from the same place."

Xiao Gang's voice has a strong sense of inclusiveness, making him a perfect neighborly older brother.

"Tingxiang has always valued valuable opinions."

Quanshu thought to himself: It's impossible not to steal vegetables.

It's no wonder we've traveled together; our conversations, filled with subtle personal remarks, are exactly the same.

All the big names were inside, leaving only lucky Tingxiang fans, mainstream media with their cameras and microphones, and some well-known live streamers queuing outside.

"Welcome everyone to the premiere of 'Crazy Elf City'! I'm your host, A-Che..."

Ache's slightly trembling voice drifted through the unclosed corridor. Facing the group of dojo masters in the first row, it was impossible not to be nervous.

Time passed by, and half an hour had already gone by since the movie started.

Seeing that the area outside the door was empty, Lijia sighed, "It seems that Naz isn't planning to attend the premiere. I thought she would come if the event were held in Golden City."

"I am already very satisfied to have been able to invite most of the dojo masters in the Kanto region. Thank you for your help, Ms. Rika."

Quanshu was sincere; without her help, the premiere would have been a mere handful of people.

"By the way, Miss Rika, aren't you going in to watch the movie?"

"I already know the first half by heart, so I can still join in the middle."

"You have no idea, after the test screening, Yu Hong's disciples were scratching their heads in anticipation of the sequel, eager to see the ending immediately."

The two chatted and laughed.

Just as the atmosphere was getting heated, a sinister yet sweet voice came from the entrance.

"You seem to be having a good chat?"

Quanshu subconsciously looked up and saw a pretty girl with pink and blue hair standing against the backlight.