Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"Squeak! I...join."

As if relieved of his psychological burden, the little Rada chieftain joined in the feast.

The moment the thought of returning to one's hometown arises, the world instantly becomes vast.

"Squeak! It's delicious! Don't take it!"

The fox thief did not enjoy the meal with his underlings and radamen.

It gazes at the distant sky, contemplating something deeper.

After filming that movie, the master thief became increasingly aware that he was a little different.

It's hard to describe the feeling; it's like breaking through a layer of window paper.

It learned from Nick's tricks, using fried chicken to bribe the pickpocket cat, setting a trap to surround the little Rattatas, and finally, the food broke down the little Rattatas' psychological defenses.

Regardless, sensing a significant decrease in the hostility in people's gazes on the street, the fox thief recalled Izumi's words from back then:

"If there were one more famous Pokémon actor, Foxthief, would people's perception of the Foxthief race change slightly?"

Things have really changed, even if only a little bit.

In his excitement, the fox thief felt a pang of sadness, which turned into tears that fell to the ground.

The intense emotional fluctuations were like a torch in the darkness, attracting a certain gaze.

"Outstanding individuals...are worth treasuring."

Mewtwo appeared on the top of a tall building.

After deciding to build the Elf City, He searched far and wide for its inhabitants.

Pokémon with strong emotions and high intelligence are good candidates for the citizens of His Town, and Foxthief's rich inner monologue fits this criterion.

With just a single hair, the cloning machine can create a complete individual.

"The Fox Thief, the number is tentatively set at one thousand."

Just as he was about to teleport, three masked figures on the street unleashed undisguised malice.

They had white hair and wore brown-black ninja outfits.

They each wore a mask representing a flower monkey, a fragrant monkey, and a cold-water monkey.

"We're lucky to have met the actor who plays Nick the Fox as soon as we arrived in Golden City."

"Looks like we don't need to look anymore. We'll just interrogate it about the whereabouts of the spring tree and deal with it together once we catch it."

"Hmph, a guy who was eliminated in the first round of the competition is not worth the Dark Iron Triangle mobilizing so much. He deserves to die."

The three discussed it and took out the Poké Balls from their waists.

"Ok?"

One of them was surprised; his Poké Ball felt as light as a feather in his hand, and a gust of wind turned it into dust.

The cleaving commander inside was enveloped in a ball of azure light and flew into the sky.

Enemy attack!

He thinks very quickly, is it Naz?

I can't understand why Natsumi made a move, since their identities on the surface are perfectly legitimate.

Just as I was about to shout, the world went completely dark the next second.

"Well!"

The pressure from all sides made it hard for him to breathe.

He reached out and grabbed some soil!

Every inch of skin and every pore was squeezed and clogged by the cold soil.

A terrifying thought came to mind.

He was instantly teleported underground, which was undoubtedly a desperate way to die.

"Is this... the punishment for killing countless people?"

As the feeling of suffocation intensified, his consciousness faded into the darkness.

Chapter 81 Write a War Song

"Use the electric grid to capture your attention!"

"Today's partner is Ibrahimovic!"

In DianDian's live stream, QiShu and YiBu appeared together, with YiBu sitting on her lap.

"I envy Ibrahimovic."

"The players in a two-player game must be at least one person."

"Abstract concepts."

Is the streamer trying to make things more difficult for himself?

The barrage of questioning comments was overwhelming, but as the game progressed, they fell silent.

"This Eevee... seems stronger than Qishu?"

"My God, how did they manage to roll like that?"

"Smooth and fluid movements, I actually saw smooth and fluid movements on an elf."

"Qishu, could you please raise your hand? You're blocking the streamer's camera!"

......

Late at night, after finishing a day of interviews, Izumi returned to her bedroom and heard the sounds of Kijuu's live stream coming from next door.

She and Ibrahimovic were laughing and chatting, and seemed to be very happy.

Quanshu lay exhausted on the bed, realizing that they needed to expand their manpower as soon as possible.

He was overwhelmed with work dealing with games, movies, TV series, and physical stores.

Because Tingxiang received too many resumes, his interviews today were mainly with job seekers from the vicinity of Golden City.

There are a few who performed quite well; we could consider letting them audition for supporting roles in Ratatouille and Ultraman Tiga.

The bedroom is exceptionally clean today, with spotless curtains and desk, a tidy and bright floor and wardrobe, and neatly folded blankets and pillows.

and many more?

Quanshu never makes his quilt.

A chill ran down his spine as he sat up in bed. The bedroom had clearly been thoroughly cleaned.

Even the Pokémon food wrappers on the desk were thrown into the trash can, and the Iron Dumbbell was neatly placed in the corner.

Could it be that Qishu suddenly had a whim and wanted to show off her virtuous and capable homemaking skills?

Not too possible.

She doesn't spit out the seeds when she eats watermelon.

Quanshu paced back and forth in the room, pondering various possibilities.

In reality, there's no fairy godmother to clean your house for you; his first reaction is that he's been robbed.

Keqi Tree spends every day in the villa with Eevee, so what kind of thief could possibly escape the notice of a gym leader?

After eliminating all possibilities, even the most outrageous one remains as the answer.

He looked at the iron dumbbell in the corner.

What's wrong with this stubborn, dumbbell-playing goofball? He even cleaned the bedroom.

Has self-awareness evolved from a dumbbell to a robot vacuum cleaner?

Quanshu squatted down and faced the iron dumbbell with its eyes closed at close range.

"Hey, you're awake, right?"

Iron dumbbell's body trembled slightly, his heart was far from calm.

"hiss--"

Quanshu didn't understand why it was pretending to be asleep like an incompetent husband.

"What kind of magnets would you like to eat? We have all kinds of flavors—peridotite, serpentine, basalt, gabbro..."

After a series of dishes were announced, Iron Dumbbell finally couldn't continue its performance, and its head at the ball joint turned slightly.

"You moved!"

"Da-oh!"

The iron dumbbell floated off the ground, and the paper and pen on the desk wrote automatically—peridotite.

Daigo's iron dumbbell... can actually write?

Isn't this a bit outrageous? But when Izumi thought about Metagross being able to code, it didn't seem so unacceptable.

He said, "Want some peridot rock tomorrow? No problem."

Iron Dumbbell's request actually made Izumi happy.

After playing dead for so long, I've finally figured it out.

Iron Dumbbell didn't stop writing; a thoughtful look flashed in its red and black pupils as it wrote three large characters on the paper.

"who I am--"

Seeing its strong desire to communicate, Quanshu simply sat down and chatted with Iron Dumbbell.

"Then do you know who I am?"

"Spring Tree—"

"Then you're like an iron dumbbell."

"Iron dumbbell is just a code name—"

Quanshu was a little confused. Why was Iron Dumbbell thinking about philosophy?

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.

"I don't understand who I am, nor do I understand the meaning of my existence—"

Quanshu put away his laziness and sat up straight.

He no longer saw the iron dumbbell as a child, but as an equal intellect.

"I'm not a Pokémon, so all I can share with you is my perspective as a human."

"I think the meaning of coming into this world is to find something to do, eat a delicious meal, watch a great movie, play a fun game..."

"Life is only a short hundred years, so doing what you love is the most important thing."

"However, since you are a long-lived dumbbell, you can just listen to my opinion and not take it as gospel. The key is what you think and what you want to do."

Iron Dumbbell's eyes flickered with a red light as he pondered and processed the views offered by Izumi Tree.

After a long pause, it dragged the pen and paper and said, "I understand."

Doing what I love... the iron dumbbell flew out of the room.

Wait, what did you understand?

Worried, Izumi quickly followed him out.

Mops and brooms flew around the living room, sweeping and mopping at the same time, with rags running back and forth on the ceiling, cleaning up the places where dirt and grime had accumulated.

Is Iron Dumbbell's hobby cleaning?

Izumi no Uehara has settled down here. If I adjust things like this, Daigo won't hold it against him, will he?

"Never mind, it's not a bad habit."

After pacing around the villa, the iron dumbbells, exhausted, returned to the corner of the bedroom and closed their eyes to rest.

The whole villa looks brand new.