Pokémon, but cultural invasion

The moment the telekinetic energy approached Him, it severed its connection with Sabrina.

"impossible!"

The attack not only failed to achieve its purpose, but also provoked a thunderous counterattack from the mysterious elf.

The space was almost frozen, and an overwhelming surge of super-energy rushed towards us.

Naz was like a lone boat lost in a storm at sea.

Her once effortless superpowers became unfamiliar and difficult to wield, as a violent, purplish-black energy forcefully suppressed the deep red light emanating from her body.

"Can't stop it!"

In a flash, Natsu understood the outcome of the collision.

A complete collapse means she is about to pay the price.

The crimson light around Sabrina was gradually extinguished. Once she lost the protection of her superpowers, the violent, purplish-black energy would instantly crush her into a pulp.

"Go away!"

She let out a muffled groan, her head throbbing with pain, but she forced herself to hold up the deep red barrier.

Before the black light covered everything, Sabrina's figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared from the spot.

...

A kilometer away, Sabrina, who had teleported away instantly, stumbled and fell to the ground.

But the purplish-black energy, like a persistent carbuncle, eroded the deep red barrier.

"Trouble..."

Naz was pale and still shaken.

You must return to the Goldenrod Gym.

...

After Sabrina disappeared, Lt. Surge, now free from his restraints, immediately reached for the Poké Ball at his waist.

He was unaware of what was happening around him, but Natsume's sudden appearance and disappearance set off alarm bells in Lt. Surge's mind.

The moment my fingertips touched the sphere, the familiar feeling of suffocation returned.

"Didn't Naza leave?"

Ma Xueshi cried out in his heart.

Once again, he was like a puppet on a string, unable to move.

Fortunately, this restraint was quite considerate; perhaps worried that he would be bored, it deliberately manipulated Maslow's body to turn towards the big screen.

In the packed stands, Ma Tsz stood straight in the last row, like a scarecrow in a field.

After changing into her costume, Quanshu entered through the back door staff entrance and saw a big guy standing there dumbfounded watching the movie.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Ma Xueshi.

Quanshu thought he was about to leave, but there was no movement for a long time.

Then Izumi kindly reminded him, "Master Lt. Surge, the movie is only halfway through. Standing for so long can be tiring."

Ma Xueshi remained motionless, standing straight in place.

"What's wrong with me?" Quanshu muttered to himself as he left.

Maslow's eyes, unable to move, were fixed on the screen; he certainly heard Izumi's words.

The question is, does he not want to sit?

Damn it!

Chapter Sixty-Three: Utopia

"Nick! Nick?"

Judy walked across the moss-covered stone bridge and found Nick sunbathing on a deck chair by the archway.

She ran excitedly down the gentle slope, exclaiming, "The Midnight Howl doesn't refer to the Mane Rock Werewolf, but to a mutated persimmon fruit."

"I think someone deliberately framed the elves who are good at stealing, causing them to unleash their bestial nature."

"Wow, this is really interesting."

Nick wasn't interested in her guess, took off his sunglasses, and listlessly walked into the underpass.

Judy's two erect ears drooped down.

She knew that what she said during the interview hurt many innocent elves, and also hurt Nick.

Judy wrinkled her nose and chased after him, saying nervously, "Wait, don't go... I know you'll never forgive me, I understand, and I won't forgive myself either."

“I was so ignorant, irresponsible, and narrow-minded, but the innocent spirits shouldn’t suffer because of my mistakes. I have to make amends for my wrongdoing.”

Nick stopped outside the sunlit archway.

Judy's voice trembled, tinged with a sob: "But I can't do it without you."

"Once we've finished this, it doesn't matter how much you hate me..."

The syllables of her heartfelt confession were blurred by the rolling tears. Judy cried out, "Because I'm a terrible friend and I hurt you. You were right from the beginning. I'm such a stupid rabbit."

Judy sobbed softly, while Nick turned his back to her and didn't turn around.

After a long pause, a mechanical noise rang out: "I really am a stupid rabbit."

Nick held up the carrot pen: "I'm such a stupid rabbit."

He turned around and smiled indulgently, "Don't worry about Radish Head, I'll destroy it. I'll give you 48 hours."

Judy stopped crying and started laughing.

"Okay, come here."

Nick opened his arms, and Judy stepped into his embrace, repeatedly headbutting his chest.

The two hugged each other.

...

The touching scene of reconciliation between the two sides on screen brought tears to the eyes of many viewers.

"So touching."

Xiaoxia wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and whispered to Axing beside her.

The disciples around Lijia looked satisfied; their long wait had not been in vain.

Standing in the back row, Maslow remained expressionless. He didn't understand why the other audience members were crying; he just wanted to know when this damned immobilization spell would be lifted.

Being tied to the spot and forced to watch a movie was torture for him. Ma Xueshi preferred movies filled with gunfire and bloodshed, not watching foxes and rabbits fall in love.

"Hey, why is Lt. Surge standing up?"

A junior anchor in the last row finally noticed something was wrong while wiping away tears. He nudged his companion and asked in surprise, "What is Maszth doing standing there without moving?"

"I haven't heard of him having any condition that prevents him from sitting for long periods..."

Suddenly, a bold guess popped into his head: "Could it be... that Lt. Surge was moved by the movie's plot and was paying homage to the production team?"

The young anchor retorted, "Do you think he's the kind of person who would be moved by a sweet and sour romance?"

"Other films and television shows certainly won't, but it's really hard to say about this movie."

The two men observed the towering, immovable man out of the corner of their eyes; he remained motionless and as steady as Mount Tai.

Four words came to mind: "A tough guy with a tender heart."

"Has public opinion been wrong about him all along? Maszek also has a girlish heart."

The two whispered among themselves, and after reaching a conclusion, they fell silent.

"I can smell the traffic."

The young anchor suddenly blurted out a sentence and then quietly turned on her phone's camera.

Filming the screen is prohibited at the premiere, but filming Ma Xueshi is not!

...

Nick and Judy, who have reconciled, team up to investigate and successfully locate the hideout where the berserk injection is made.

During the life-or-death struggle with Mare the sheep, when the old-fashioned train engine overturned and sparks flew as it passed through the station, everyone held their breath for the detective duo inside.

They carried the evidence across the natural history museum to the police station, where they were stopped by Deputy Mayor Ibrahimovic.

The seemingly adorable Eevee reveals her fangs; it turns out that she, who has always helped and supported Judy, is the mastermind behind all the berserk cases.

The stark contrast between the beginning and the end caught the audience completely off guard.

The audience in the screening room experienced a rollercoaster of emotions as the scenes on the screen unfolded, laughing and feeling lost alongside Judy.

As the story nears its end, the characters make their appearances, culminating in a musical stage performance.

Even after the credits rolled, many viewers remained immersed in the film and couldn't forget it.

"Clap!"

It's unclear who started clapping, but it seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with people standing up and applauding thunderously.

Xiao Gang, sitting in the front row, clapped and exclaimed, "This is what a good movie is all about!"

What was that piece of junk I made in Hollywood before? All of his scenes were cut.

Sentimental people were moved to tears, their palms clapping until they were red.

One young man with a buzz cut stood out; he clapped his hands hard, tears streaming down his face, unable to stop sobbing.

The reporter sitting next to the crew-cut young man couldn't stand it anymore and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, take a break, there's still a Q&A session later."

"I know, I was just a little... a little too excited."

The crew-cut youth spoke haltingly, accompanied by snot and heavy breathing. He said, "So this is what a wonderful world it is after Pokémon are freed."

"Lord Quidditch is right. Pokémon are unfortunate to be in the hands of humans. They should be returned to nature."

The reporter was completely bewildered. What was this guy saying?

You actually gleaned life lessons from watching a movie?

"No, I must let more of my comrades know how great this work is right away. It's practically the bible of Team Plasma!"

After his initial excitement, the honey badger realized that it was his mission to help more people understand the importance of liberating Pokémon.

Thinking of this, he dragged his trembling legs, which were shaking with excitement, and quickly left the scene.

"nerve."

The reporter cursed under his breath, thinking it was good that he was gone, as it wouldn't interfere with the interview later.

The incandescent lights in the screening room came on, the applause subsided, and people gradually returned to their seats.

Ache, dressed in a formal suit, walked onto the stage and was stunned when he saw Ma Zhishi standing in the last row.

Is Izumi's movie really that impactful? Why is he still standing there?

Unable to figure it out, A-Che recited his lines: "Thank you to Ting-Hsiang Film Studio for the wonderful presentation. Next is the Q&A session with the audience. Let's welcome the director, Quan-Shu!"

Quanshu walked out slowly and sat down on the chair that had been prepared in advance.

Among the eager crowd asking questions, Xiaoxia was the first to get a microphone. She asked, "Director Quanshu, will there be a sequel to this movie?"

"The Tingxiang Association will consider the production of a sequel based on the feedback, planning, and public opinion."

The answer is based on the formula of the spring tree.

Xiaoxia's problem is probably that she will live to see the end of her life, because although there was news of a second part of the original work before she died suddenly in her previous life, it was never released.

A derivative series could be considered.