Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"Unknown intrusion detected..."

In the eyes atop Iron Dumbbell's head, red and purple lights vied for dominance.

The purple light came on strong, while the red light retreated.

Even the red light, chased and beaten by the purple light, was not without its own temper.

It turned to fight Zi Guang to the death, but after being kicked, it abandoned its desperate thoughts and focused on escaping.

"Oops, I got so caught up in playing games that it's too late. Let's go back to the hotel."

Qi Shu yawned as she passed by the door, with her adorable electric frog beside her.

"Quaa?"

Its bright yellow eyes looked toward the door, its gaze filled with confusion.

Seemingly not wanting to be discovered, the purple light instantly went out.

Taking advantage of the situation, Hongguang reclaimed all of his territory.

"Expulsion...successfully..."

Iron Dumbbell's eyes widened, as if some mysterious power was coursing through its body; it had never been so clear-headed in its life.

As the dumbbell's intelligence began to take over, three questions arose: "Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?"

Chapter Seventy-Eight: All Destroyed

Unova region, Fanba City.

Old Master Ju hurriedly returned to the screening room, carrying the popcorn he had bought for his daughter.

Next to him sat a pure-looking girl with short, pink hair that reached her shoulders. Her bangs concealed adorable, thick eyebrows, and her hair was adorned with jeweled hair clips that shimmered faintly in the darkness.

"Father, you've worked hard."

The thoughtfulness of her daughter, Ziyu, eased the frown on Ju Laoda's face.

He laughed and said, "This is a new film imported from the Kanto region, and film critics have given it very high praise."

"You've come all this way from Blueberry Academy, so enjoy yourself."

The hushed conversations in the screening room abruptly ceased as the film began. Everyone had high expectations for this movie, and it did not disappoint.

"What an adorable little bunny."

When the little curly-eared creature jumped onto the screen, Zi Yu couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim in a low voice.

Old Master Ju was quite satisfied, as he knew his daughter's personality and interests well.

Ziyu has always been powerless against cute things, and he knew his daughter would like it the moment he saw this film.

...

"Nick and Judy are so cute, I really want to meet the actors who play them someday."

By the middle of the film, Zi Yu was completely charmed by the adorable young couple.

Kiku thought to herself, all Pokémon look the same without makeup, and her daughter might not even recognize them.

His daughter's naive idea made him chuckle, but unfortunately, things in life are never so straightforward.

On the right side of the screening room sat several rows of suspicious-looking people in uniform, who seemed to have witnessed their ideals come true, and each of them was in tears.

Those distinctive blue and white outfits undoubtedly belonged to Team Plasma. Kiku-sama gave them a disgusted look.

The Plasma Team's activity in the cooperative region means they can be seen almost anywhere.

It was as disgusting as stepping in dog poop; Boss Ju wished he could stomp to death these religious figures who polluted the pure land of Fanba City.

However, since Team Plasma had not committed any illegal acts and had only spread their ideas through speeches, he, as the gym leader, had no right to stop them.

The doctrine of liberating Pokémon was too bizarre, and Kiku couldn't help but begin to doubt their true motives.

The fact that such an outrageous doctrine could so quickly amass followers is even more suspicious.

He has submitted an application for an investigation permit to the alliance. Once approved, Boss Kiku will begin investigating the true nature of this organization from Fanba City.

Just as badly in a mood as Kiku was, Naga Kyoma from the Plasma Team was sandwiched between his subordinates watching a movie.

Although the movie was entertaining, he found it uninteresting because it was the root of his bad mood.

Chang Gongma was a minor leader under the Seven Sages Smura. Due to the rapid expansion of the Plasma Team, there was not enough room for expansion of positions, so he managed dozens of people under his command.

Being able to serve as a leader under Smura, who was mainly responsible for ideological dissemination, fundamentally distinguished him from those easily brainwashed fools.

The so-called Plasma Team's free speech was actually Akromar's Daewoo monster using its memory-modifying abilities to influence some of the population.

Those who decide to release Pokémon inspire other insecure people to do the same, and some even join Team Plasma on the spot, becoming fanatical apprentices after long-term brainwashing.

Therefore, Nagayoshi knew the truth from the beginning: the believers were fake, the speeches were fake, and the doctrines were fake.

If they can use the "Daewoo Monster" to brainwash the public, this is definitely not a legitimate organization.

But since Team Plasma gives so much, and with his spontaneous donations from believers and his loyal subordinates who treat him like a superior, Nagayoshi is quite enjoying it.

But after the movie was released, something terrible happened.

After watching the movie, a fool named Xinshan came up to him and said, "Let's elect the director of this movie as a sage."

Chang Gongma really wanted to strangle him. If he was recommended today, Chang Gongma's head would roll on the ground tomorrow.

It wasn't just Xinshan who thought this way; other believers, after watching the movie, seemed to have been brainwashed and clamored to elect the director.

No, they've already been brainwashed, so what's this, counter-brainwashing?

These idiots really think that someone who is knowledgeable and has made significant contributions to liberating Pokémon is a wise person.

At the same time, Nagayoshi Masashi keenly sensed a dangerous aura.

This movie was not only not popular, but it became a hit in the Unova region, especially among the grassroots. Now, if you haven't seen this movie, you're embarrassed to say you're a member of Team Plasma.

According to the organization's guiding principles, the film's producers undoubtedly made a huge contribution, even pointing out the direction for the members' efforts and outlining a grand blueprint.

With such influence and appeal, if that director were to raise his arm and call to arms, he would be truly afraid that a bunch of fools would rise up in rebellion with him.

Last night, when Shinseon invited the director to be a wise man during a live broadcast, Chōkyō Ma almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

Several times he thought of just quitting and running away, but the believers ate and slept together every day, and as the leader, Chang Gongma attracted more attention, so he couldn't escape.

Today, being dragged to the movies by his subordinates, Naga Kyoma strengthened his resolve—to report it.

If the true situation of the grassroots staff is reported, either the higher-ups will come up with a solution to use the film for their own purposes, or it will be banned and prohibited from being watched by believers.

Otherwise, being stuck in the middle, neither left nor right, is too torturous.

......

"How magnificent!"

In the seaside cave, Quixote gazed at the enormous object beneath the chandelier.

The Plasma Destroyer, built at great expense of time and resources, will become the main transportation supply for the Plasma Squadron, appearing like a ghost throughout the United States.

Behind Quixote's immersion in appreciating masterpieces lies the uneasy Smura.

He bowed, carefully considering how to begin speaking to Quixote.

Smura was primarily responsible for promoting the Plasma Team's ideology, and things had been going very smoothly, so smoothly that even he found it unbelievable.

Until that damn movie came out, it all ruined everything.

That movie somehow managed to embed a nail that could split the Plasma Team into his meticulously designed ideological edifice.

Even if the chance of that nail cracking the building is extremely small, it is still an unacceptable threat.

"Your Holiness, I have something to report to you."

Overjoyed at the completion of his masterpiece, Quixote nodded: "Speak."

"Recently, Plasma Team followers have been talking about a movie..."

Quixote frowned slightly and raised his hand: "If it's this matter, you don't need to report it."

"Ah."

Smura obediently shut her mouth.

He was a trusted confidant whom Quixote had personally promoted, and he was extremely loyal to Quixote.

“Other wise men have already reported to me on the impact of this film on the grassroots.”

Smura knew Quixote very well, and upon hearing this, he had already guessed the Pope's decision.

But being too clever is not good, so he foolishly asked, "Should we then ban believers from watching this movie?"

"No, this film can solidify the minds of believers, and forcibly banning it will make them doubt."

Quixote shook his head and said, "It is not the movie that has the power to sway believers, but the people who make the movie."

"His stepping into the limelight will inevitably have an impact."

"What if he didn't exist?"

Quetzs stood with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself, "A golden opportunity. Unova belongs to Team Plasma, and the world will belong to Team Plasma too."

Chapter 79 Even More Sophisticated Than a Dog Catching a Mouse

"This film from Kanto is like a rampaging beast, destroying the artistic beliefs and cultural confidence that the Carlos people are so proud of. Sadly, I can't think of anyone who can stop it."

—Blake, renowned film critic

"Pfft-"

Miyajima Minami laughed as she looked at the interview published in the newspaper.

The city of Miare in the Carlos region has always been a premier destination for the world's artistic elite.

The film he co-starred in, "Crazy Elf City," was a smash hit in the Carlos film industry, grossing more than the combined opening weekend box office of several of the best Carlos films.

This has upset many Carlos residents who consider their hometown the birthplace of art.

He took a sip of his cold brew coffee and asked:

"When will Tingxiang's next film be? I can't wait to see the crown of the seventh art temple fall on Golden City."

While busy pinching a face, Quanshu casually said, "I've already sent the Fox Thief to recruit actors. We'll have news soon."

What nonsense is he spouting?

What kind of actors can the Fox Thief recruit? He can't recruit any!

However, Miyajima Minami became very interested in the face shape that Izumi had been working on for more than an hour. He put away the newspaper and walked over to Ditto.

With his striking eyebrows, bright eyes, high nose bridge, and chiseled face, he was undoubtedly a handsome man.

"Why create a non-existent person when you have all-natural actors available?"

"The actor recruitment notice that Tingxiang posted a few days ago almost crashed the email website with all the resumes. What kind of resumes can't be found?"

"You do not understand."

Quanshu stared at the rare object that looked almost identical to Daigo Kujira—the result of an hour's work by him and several other artists.

"It doesn't matter who plays the other actors, but I retained some of Daigo's essence so that you can know you're watching Ultraman Tiga."

"Come on, smile!"

Daigo wore a fake smile that sent chills down one's spine.

Izumi was at a loss; while the movements could be done with a Stand, the expressions were definitely not an option.

"Minami Miyajima, could you adjust Ditto's settings?"

He circled around Ditto, his expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness so stiff that it created an uncanny valley effect.

Miyajima Minami said with difficulty: "Humans have 42 facial muscles, and those who can skillfully make expressions are extremely rare, like dragons among dragons."