Let you make a game, what the hell is Pokemon?.

Chapter 302 Return to the Spirit Realm
Ling Feng glanced at the time and realized it was almost time, so he looked away from the system panel and turned off the computer screen.

While it's satisfying to see the data keep rising over there, there are some things you still need to confirm in person.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and led Gengar and Chandelure out of the private room.

A few minutes later.

The scene at the entrance to the spirit world portal in Golden City was even more bustling than the Spring Festival travel rush.

This place was originally a location known only to a few people. Usually, only a few staff members responsible for guarding it would wander around, and occasionally some trainers with permission would pass by in a hurry.

But now, this place looks like it's been turned into the site of some kind of large-scale exhibition.

A dense crowd formed a long queue that stretched for hundreds of meters and was still getting longer.

Among these people were elite trainers wearing formal League uniforms, as well as amateur trainers dressed in all sorts of ways, and even many young faces that looked like students.

A restless atmosphere permeated the air, with noisy discussions everywhere.

"Hey, did you guys hear? Someone just got a golden item box after finishing a mission, and apparently it contained a high-level skill machine!"

"Really? What kind of skill machine?"

"It looks like a Shadow Ball! And a special version at that!"

"Damn, this is so awesome! My friend went in for half a day and only got two regular TMs. How come there's such a big difference?"

"Speaking of which, I was surrounded by a bunch of Gengar when I went in before, and I almost couldn't get out. I heard that the game has a guidance system this time, so this situation should not happen again."

"But to be honest, this reward is actually quite good."

Ling Feng stood on the periphery of the crowd, listening to their discussion.

He glanced at the endless queue and shook his head.

I definitely won't need to queue.

Ling Feng put his hands in his pockets, completely ignoring the long queue, and strode towards the passage next to the queue.

This action immediately attracted the attention of those around them.

"Hey! You there! What are you doing?"

A burly man turned around and shouted at Ling Feng with displeasure.

"Can't you see everyone is queuing? How can you be so rude, trying to cut in line?"

"Exactly, young people these days are getting more and more outrageous."

Several people nearby whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with disdain.

"I guess it's some rich kid or someone with connections who wants to show off here."

"Don't you even know where you are? This is the entrance to the spirit world! Do you think this is an amusement park where you can just walk in whenever you want?"

"I think he's stupid. This place is guarded by Alliance people. Without a pass, you can't get in no matter what."

Ling Feng ignored these people and continued walking into the Spirit Realm.

Just as he was about to reach the entrance, the two staff members on duty finally noticed his unusual behavior.

One of them was a guard wearing an Alliance uniform, and the other was a gatekeeper from the Spirit Realm wearing a gray robe.

The alliance guard frowned, immediately stepped forward, and blocked Ling Feng's path.

"Stop! Please show your pass, or go back to the end of the line!"

The guard's tone was stern, and his hand was already on the Poké Ball at his waist, clearly ready to take action at any moment.

There have been far too many people trying to take advantage of the situation these past few days, so they have to be extra vigilant.

Ling Feng stopped and looked at the hand blocking his way, but didn't react much.

He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out the keepsake Will had given him.

It was a black crystal with an ancient shape, engraved with patterns unique to the spirit realm, and faintly exuding a powerful aura.

Is this enough?

Ling Feng casually tossed the token to the guard.

The guard instinctively caught the token, but his expression changed instantly after just one glance.

The change was as if he had seen something incredible; his serious expression froze instantly, followed by extreme shock and fear.

This is a token of the Lord of the Realm's personal guards!
The two guards exchanged a glance and realized what was happening.

This isn't some rich kid cutting in line; this is clearly a distinguished guest of the Realm Lord!
"Quickly! Move the roadblocks away!"

The League guards reacted swiftly, immediately putting away the Poké Balls and then personally moving the barrier aside, their attitude as respectful as if they were welcoming some important figure.

"Sir, please come in! Please come in! We were blind to your greatness. Please come in!"

The gatekeeper of the spirit world also bowed repeatedly.

Ling Feng nodded, casually took the token back from the guard, and put it back in his pocket.

Thank you.

He stepped directly into the portal.

Only after his figure completely disappeared into the light of the portal did those around him, who had been mocking him, seem to come to their senses, and the entire scene instantly erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap?! That's the Realm Lord's token?!"

"Am I seeing things? That young-looking kid actually has a token of that level?"

"Oh no, oh no, who was just cursing at them? We've really bitten off more than we can chew."

"Just who is this kid? How could Lord Will grant him such a high level of privilege?"

The murmurs rose and fell, but Ling Feng could no longer hear them.

As you pass through the portal's light curtain, that familiar chilling aura washes over you once more.

This time, however, Ling Feng did not feel that deathly silence.

As soon as he stepped into the spirit realm, he was taken aback by the scene before him.

The last time I came here, the surrounding area was quite desolate, and there was hardly a single person in sight.

The once empty and desolate outer perimeter of the spirit realm is now crowded with people.

Moreover, there were more and more people queuing outside than outside.

Trainers and Pokémon were everywhere, and the originally gray sky was illuminated by the light of various skills, turning it into a kaleidoscope of colors.

"Flame Jet!"

"100,000 volts!"

"Shadowball!"

"Strengthen your willpower!"

Various attacks rang out one after another, and skills flew everywhere.

Ling Feng stood on the high ground at the entrance, looking around and saw busy figures everywhere, engaged in battle.

The trainers were all focused, staring intently at the panels in front of them, directing their Pokémon to navigate through the ruins, searching for the marked targets.

Their faces showed no sign of tension; instead, they radiated excitement and fervor.

That look in his eyes was like that of a hunter spotting his prey, or an explorer discovering a treasure.

Many people even jumped up and cheered excitedly after completing a task, and then immediately rushed to the next target point without stopping.

This efficiency, this enthusiasm, is several times higher than that of the Alliance's most elite special forces. Ling Feng nodded slightly.

It seems the game is performing even better than I expected.

With these players around, the ghost Pokémon corrupted by the fog should be able to be cleaned up very effectively.

He found a relatively quiet corner to sit down and quietly began to wait.

Not long after, a slight spatial fluctuation appeared around him.

Masado's figure emerged from the void.

It still looks the same, except its expression now seems a bit strange.

It first glanced at the trainers fighting fiercely in the distance, then turned its head and stared at Ling Feng for a long time, its eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

"Hey, can you explain to me what's going on right now?"

Marshall finally couldn't help but speak, its tone tinged with doubt.

"Why are these humans rushing here like madmen to help us deal with those things corroded by the fog? Don't they know how dangerous this place is?"

It pointed to a trainer in the distance who was chasing a Cursed Doll with Metagross, looking on incredulously.

The mist surrounding that cursed doll was incredibly dense, yet that trainer… he charged at it without even blinking!

This is absolutely abnormal.

Marshall had carefully observed these humans before.

In the past, human trainers would get nervous as soon as they got close to the edge of the core area, wishing they had two more legs to run away as quickly as possible.

But these people now... rush towards Ghost Pokémon like they've seen money.

Besides, apart from those people from the Spirit Realm, wasn't this place rarely visited before?
Where did all these people come from today?
Marcia really couldn't understand it.

This completely overturned its understanding of humanity.

Seeing Marshall's frantic state, Ling Feng thought for a moment before replying:
"Because it benefits them."

"benefit?"

Marcia was taken aback, clearly not expecting such an answer.

"What benefits? Is there some treasure here? Besides this fog and the crazed ghost Pokémon, what else could be worth them risking their lives for?"

It shook its head, clearly not believing Ling Feng's words.

Ling Feng didn't explain much about the game.

Explaining to Marshall what a game, a virtual mission, or an item reward is is too much work, and he might not even understand it.

Hmm... maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to explain, but definitely not now.

"Anyway, they get what they want. As long as they complete the task, they will receive a real reward."

Ling Feng gave a simple answer.

"As for the danger... don't worry, they'll be fine."

Upon hearing this, Marshall frowned even more deeply.

"award?"

It sighed, its tone becoming somewhat heavy.

"I'm still a little worried."

"These humans may seem impressive, but their strength varies greatly. Some are indeed very strong, but others are just there to make up the numbers."

"What if their Pokémon are defeated in battle and infected by the mist? In that case, they won't be of any help; instead, they'll have the opposite effect, and their souls will be absorbed!"

Marshall's concerns were not unfounded.

Now that we know that those ghost Pokémon corrupted by the mist were controlled by Rockruff to absorb the soul power of other beings.

To take it a step further, if these trainers' Pokémon are defeated and then assimilated, it would be like adding fuel to the fire.

At that point, let alone clearing the fog, the entire spirit world will probably be instantly overwhelmed.

Ling Feng shrugged after hearing this.

"Don't worry about that, they definitely won't have that problem."

—Are you kidding me? All those things I prepared myself…

The player scanning function, the special matchmaking mechanism, and even the battle tutorial function were all specially prepared to avoid this situation.

Unless they go crazy and do something completely different from the game's prompts, they basically won't fail.

Therefore, there is no possibility of being infected by the fog.

Besides, with so many rewards to offer, they had no reason to do that.
He had already considered this when designing the game.

This is, after all, a war, even if it's being waged under the guise of a game; we can't actually send people to their deaths.

Some damage was inevitable, after all, bumps and scrapes are bound to happen in battle, but he had done his best to minimize the possibility of such damage.

Marshall stared at Ling Feng's reaction for a long time, stunned.

Although it didn't know exactly what method Ling Feng used, since Ling Feng spoke with such certainty, there must be a reason behind it.

"Alright, since you put it that way..."

Marcia scratched his head, still somewhat uneasy.

"But to be honest, quite a few Pokémon infected by the fog have been dealt with by these people in the past few days. The number is much more than we cleaned up ourselves before."

"But... there are just too many of those guys, we can't possibly kill them all. And the strength gap among these humans is huge, some of them can't even beat those high-level Ghost Pokémon."

"Relying solely on this kind of human wave tactic is probably not very effective, is it?"

It looked at the ever-flowing fog in the distance, a hint of helplessness on its face.

"It's like trying to scoop water from the ocean with a cup; no matter how fast you scoop, you can't keep up with the rising tide."

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the trainers who were fighting.

"You've only seen the present."

"They get stronger after each battle they win."

"Both skills and the Pokémon's strength will be improved in this process."

"Furthermore, there will be some additional rewards to make them stronger."

"As time goes on, they will be able to handle stronger and stronger opponents. Before long, these will no longer be problems."

"And there are still many people outside who are desperate to get in, so the number of people here will only increase."

Marcia was stunned again.

It opened its mouth as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it didn't say anything.

Get stronger?

Can you become stronger through this kind of fighting?

Although it knew that fighting was the fastest way to improve its strength, ... how could it be that fast?

Do these humans possess some special potential?

(End of this chapter)