Master Craftsman of the Elven World

Chapter 307 When N Becomes a Patrolman

At the top of the Tower of Heaven, N's soul returned to his body, and he smiled as he accepted the outcome of the battle.

I lost, but I felt very happy.

What just happened?

Mr. Vado, who was painting, felt as if something extraordinary had happened just a moment ago. In his opinion, N had only stood still for a minute.

Everyone else around disappeared after the silvery-blue dragon appeared.

"I only went to the world of souls to fight, and I lost."

N raised the brim of his baseball cap and bowed to Mr. Vado: "Thank you for watching our battle."

"As the king of Team Plasma, I sincerely apologize for what happened between you and Pokémon."

"Although I know this is not a problem that can be solved by an apology."

"But I still have to say sorry to you."

Mr. Vado remained silent, knowing that the green-haired young man before him was no ordinary person.

"Xiao Meng's death has nothing to do with you; it's my fault."

"I was the one who made the decision to let the sprouting deer leave. I'm a fool."

N: "We exploited people's empathy to create one tragedy after another, a tragedy that will never happen again."

"I will stop it myself!"

"However, there is a group of people with ambitions and different ideas from ours who will still do things that harm people and Pokémon."

N understands what he needs to do from now on!
That is the group members, even the sages, who suppress these wrong ideas!

Suppress them, and even crush them if necessary!
Of course, the entire Plasma Group's resources and power were concentrated on his father, Quigish, and N wondered if he should go back and try to persuade him.

However, N's subconscious, deep within his soul, was telling him that he absolutely must not do that.

N bowed to Vado again, then glanced at the great bell of the Tower of Heaven, and rang it once more.

The bell tolled in all directions.

"This time, there was no confusion in the sound of the bells, only a melodious and ethereal tone."

Wado made his assessment; although he wasn't the Gym Leader, he could still discern the emotions contained within the sound of the Heavenly Bell.

This is a special skill possessed by the people of Fukiyoshi.

He looked at his work, made the final stroke, and left all his gratitude, amazement, wonder, and dreams on the painting.

A traveler from afar and a green-haired man who calls himself a king, along with the Pokémon accompanying them.

"Rhodes, let's leave."

N arrived at the fourth floor and found Rhodes repenting. He patted the old sage on the shoulder and looked at the people inside the Tower of Heaven.

The people here are no longer affected by plasma clusters.

The wrongdoings of this useless religious group were stopped in time.

He left with the rest of the Plasma Group members, and when they arrived at the bottom of the Tower of Heaven, they encountered the other three sages who had come from Fuki City.

Joggs, Asura, and Vio. Of the three, the first two had somewhat serious expressions; they worried that N had won.
Vio's face lit up with fervor: "That's the legendary dragon! My king, you've finally gained the recognition of the legendary dragon! Our Plasma Team will surely become great!"

“I lost,” N replied with a smile, sounding quite pleased with himself. This made the expressions of the three sages turn strange.

Vio froze on the spot. He wanted to say something, but N replied directly, "That legendary dragon is not the founding dragon of the nation, and I have not been recognized by it."

"It merely borrowed my power to duel another hero. In reality, it was a matter between them. The dragon recognized someone else, while I was just someone who had gone astray."

"In a short period of time, my thoughts underwent a complete transformation, so although I lost the match, I was incredibly happy."

"I want to get out of here."

N shared his thoughts: "Tell Ghettos that I might temporarily leave the organization. It may seem irresponsible, but it's to find a real way to help Pokémon, and even help humanity."

"I'm going to walk the path I've chosen."

Vio exclaimed in surprise, "What are you talking about?!"

"Wow, what an amazing duel! So where did that last azure-silver dragon go?"

Some curious and frivolous voices came from the side. Akroma, wearing a white coat, stepped on a strange "flying device" and landed in front of N and the sages.

"You have drawn out the power of the Pokémon, but the opponent's power is even greater. That's truly impressive."

"Thanks to you and that hero, my research has gained another important dimension. Through heart-to-heart communication, Pokémon have unleashed tremendous power! The power of the human heart is truly fascinating!"

"I have observed countless trainers across Unova, watching their battles, just to confirm whether they have the aptitude to unleash the potential of their Pokémon."

"Currently, it seems that Pokémon and trainers can reach a higher level through mutual understanding! But only a few can achieve this."

"Then, the hero's test begins."

N looked at Akromma with a puzzled expression.

"what do you want to do?"

Akromar smiled: "Of course, it's to find and test future heroes! There are probably more dragons in Unova than we know of, so there will be as many heroes as there are dragons. From this point of view, anyone can become a hero!"

"My next research project is to find trainers with hero potential. In fact, Ghetsis had already considered this task before, but it was originally intended to draw out your potential."

"Your duel has shown me another possibility! Of course, I will still conduct scientific research within the plasma cluster, but the direction of my research will be adjusted somewhat."

N's expression was serious: "Akromar, I don't know much about you, but if you do anything out of line, I will definitely stop you."

"Now I know what I need to do."

Akromar shrugged: "It's a good thing that a king can have unwavering convictions. Just as you have lofty ideals, so do I, as a scientific researcher! Unleashing the power of Pokémon is my life's ideal! I will stop at nothing to achieve this goal!"

"You can get amazing research results that exceed expectations from outstanding research subjects!"

"By the way, before you leave the team, you should go to the underwater ruins. Quetzalcoatl probably hopes you can get something from the ruins. But if you refuse that power, then Quetzalcoatl will have to go by himself."

N sensed something was amiss. The power of the underwater ruins?
Legend has it that the king of Unova slumbers in that ruin, but no one has ever found its location from the past to the present.

Although there are rumors that it is in the East United Sea near Ripple Town.
However, N no longer wants to become a king. There's no need for that. He can do many things even without being a king!

I still need to continue traveling and understanding! Those distant regions that Lord Lightmoss spoke of... Yes, not only to suppress those with erroneous ideas within the Plasma Cluster, but I also want to try.
"Perhaps becoming a ranger is a good answer," N murmured to himself, his enthusiasm high.

The Ranger League, a league that doesn't use Poké Balls, is a special profession where people connect with Pokémon by hunting snipers. N thinks that might be his ideal job.

He plans to write a letter to the Rangers' Union.

Akromah did not offer any advice, nor did he have any obligation to do so.

"My idea regarding Traveler Quixote is that it would be best if we could attract him to join us. If not, we should make him a hero and then have him defeated by you. Defeating someone like that would make the Unicron more trustworthy."

"When you see a threat, you don't just eliminate it immediately; you have to squeeze out its value. But unfortunately, this was a disaster."

"But failure is a common occurrence, so there's no need to worry about it, is there?"

After saying that, Akromar rode away on the strange flying machine. One of the Dark Trio followed N, who glanced at him but said nothing.

These three are loyal only to Ghettoss, and even if he wanted to get rid of them, he couldn't. But on the other hand, with the trio around, Ghettoss would feel a little more at ease with him.

This is surveillance.

"Underwater Ruins. Your Majesty! I've heard Lord Quixote speak of this matter; you must go to the Underwater Ruins."

Vio began to persuade him, but N keenly noticed that Yogs and Asura remained silent. The two old sages seemed to be thinking about something, and the way they had looked at him just now had been rather strange.

Ah, that look in his eyes... the look of someone who understands their own path and future?
N knew he didn't understand much about human emotions, so he couldn't make any hasty conclusions, but even he could sense that the two sages were in a state that was clearly different from Vio's.

"If I don't go to the underwater ruins, will Quixote lose its power? In that case, I am an indispensable and important pawn."

Vio was terrified: "Uh, Your Majesty, how could you say such a thing?"

N felt that her thinking had never been so normal.

Even some of Quixote's unusual behavior during their past interactions made N realize that something was wrong.

After all, they are not actually father and son, but only adoptive father and adopted son.

N: "If I don't go, he won't let it go. I will go, but I need to go to the Pokémon Center first."

He stroked the Poké Ball at his waist.

The friends who came to help needed treatment, while the Wind and Thunder Gods were filled with resentment and bitterness.

They not only suffered a crushing defeat this time, but they also failed to obtain the grass-green orb. That messenger of the gods was simply infuriating!
Hey, hey, your command is terrible! It's all your fault!

The two gods of wind and thunder started shifting the blame, leaving N with nothing but a wry smile.

Alright, let's fight harder next time. There's nothing we can do if we lose; even the dragons of the spirit world lost! Since you're a messenger of God, you naturally possess extraordinary power.

But once you recover your strength, our cooperation will end, won't it?

The two gods of wind and thunder finally realized what was happening.

What do you mean "next time"? There's absolutely no next time!
Forget it, let's leave it at that! We'll try to get the grass-green orb later. Judging by the time, if we cause any more trouble, the Land Cloud will be here soon.

Speaking of which, haven't other people used those random props before? The little girl who was chasing us seemed to have something similar.

Jogs and Asura, on the other hand, looked at each other.

“Plasma clusters,” Asura murmured in a low voice.

Jorge nodded.

The two elderly men are now soulmates, able to understand each other with just a glance.

The plasma cluster is already about to split, and it will inevitably be a major split!

Quixote, Vio, and one of the Dark Trio will continue their past ambitions and activities!

Judging from Mr. N's attitude, Mr. N and Rhodes's faction might be going to join the patrol team.

Yoggs, an Asura faction, and two elderly men decided to form a secret organization against the Plasma Group.

There's also Akromar's faction, who will conduct tests and observations on new Unova trainers in order to select heroes for the new era!
Hey! How did this plasma cluster turn into this?
"By the way, Smura is still in the Ross Mountains. Shouldn't we wait for him to come back?"

Joggs murmured, then thought, if there really is some great power within Mount Ross...
Well, once Smura has met that traveler, his thoughts will change, so let's not worry about him.

After the Plasma Group members left, on a mountain near the Tower of Heaven, the legendary Holy Swordsman "Viligion," a green-skinned, antelope-like figure, silently gazed at their disappearing figures.

Undersea ruins! Following the trail of the plasma cluster, we finally heard crucial information!
"Speaking of which, that human did quite well! No wonder he is the master of the Holy Swordsman."

Dream world.

The Dark Stone and the Light Stone were also watching the outcome of this battle.

The ruler of the spirit realm has been defeated, and the legendary dragon from a distant universe has left. The spirit and fighting will displayed by both sides in the battle of heaven have greatly satisfied the black and white dragons!

After a long period of time, a figure worthy of being called a hero finally appeared on this land. Not only was there that visitor from the capital city, but also the king of Team Plasma.

However, he made some mistakes, so while he could be called a candidate, he still couldn't be considered a true hero. In that case, the new candidates would be the two people who went on their trip from Deer Town.
From the prophecy and connection of the Tree of Connection, the Black and White Dragons learned the fate of those two people.

Perhaps it is a certain history that the world is destined to go through, Team Plasma will not perish so easily, and the original hero showdown will be completely intensified.

After the leader of Team Plasma attempted to betray the puppeteer who was manipulating everything from behind the scenes, he was bound to react even more violently!

[Is it appropriate to entrust the potential disaster to two young people to solve?]

As the visitor from the capital city said, in times of great historical upheaval, there will always be young people with unwavering convictions who step forward.

But I think if he's willing, making him a hero wouldn't be bad. After all, he fits all the bill.

[The last king, after he conquered the underwater ruins, no longer needed to use the word "hero." Heroes belonged to heroes, and kings belonged to kings.]

So, regarding the otherworldly dragons, the Giant King also participated in this battle, which is truly something the "dragons" envy.

So, what about the subsequent battles?
There are two more dragons, aren't there?
Perhaps it's time for us to make our appearance!

It's not about walking alongside heroes.

Instead, we should go back to the very beginning!
That time when I walked side by side with the king!
(End of this chapter)