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

Chapter 317 The Third World, A Special Mission
“Through this incident, I have also realized that we still have a long way to go before we become true ‘gods’.”

Instead of going to great lengths to retrieve an unstable, failed product, we should do something more meaningful.

Ambitious glints gleamed in Giovanni's eyes.

"I saw a wider world."

"Since Mewtwo can't reach that level, then we'll create something even stronger."

He glanced at the trembling researchers around him, his tone chilling:

"Is there still a backup of the research?"

"Yes...yes!" the researcher nodded quickly.

Although Mewtwo destroyed the island, the backup had already been transmitted to the network without any mishap.

"very good."

Sakaki waved his hand coldly.

"Pack your things and get out of here. This time, we're not going to create weapons, but real gods."

"We can't afford any more mistakes."

……

Meanwhile, 10,000 meters above the ground.

A streak of purple light was moving at an extremely fast speed through the clouds.

Mewtwo ignored the chaotic world behind it; all it wanted now was to fly higher and farther.

It broke through the clouds and came into the sky.

The air here is thin and cold, but the sunlight is exceptionally bright, shining down on it without any obstruction.

This feeling
Mewtwo stopped and hovered in mid-air.

It closed its eyes and took a deep breath.

There were no glass walls to block the view, no pungent smell of medicine, only the sound of the wind and the warmth of the sun.

This is more real and beautiful than any scenery seen in the game.

Is this... freedom?
Just then, a Bobo flew over by by accident.

Upon seeing the purple creature radiating a terrifying aura, Bobo was startled and instinctively tried to turn and run away, but the powerful pressure rendered it unable to move, leaving it only able to let out terrified cries.

Mewtwo opened its eyes and looked at the trembling little guy.
If it were me at the moment of my birth... and I encountered this Boomer, I would only attack.

But things are different now.

It didn't attack; it simply waved its hand gently, and a soft force carried Bobo away into the distance.

"Let's go."

A thought entered Bobo's mind directly.

Bobo was stunned for a moment, then felt as if he had been granted a pardon and frantically flapped his wings and flew away.

Mewtwo watched its departing figure, its eyes regaining their resolve.

Although it gained its freedom, this was only the beginning.

Since it has decided to become the strongest Pokémon, it cannot stop here.

The images of those characters he had seen in the game involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The green dragon that controls the sky, the giant beast that summons flames, and the figure that controls the ocean.

Rayquaza, Groudon, Kyogre.

Is that what it's called?
Their power filled Mewtwo with longing and excitement.

This world is much bigger and more wonderful than it imagined.

"Now that we're out here, let's have some fun."

Mewtwo muttered to itself, its purple eyes suddenly flashing with two beams of light.
It closed its eyes, and a powerful spiritual force instantly spread outwards from it in all directions.

It is searching.

Seeking the most powerful auras in the world.

It is looking for those who can become its rivals or stepping stones.

Mental energy, like invisible tentacles, swept across cities, forests, and oceans.

Soon, it sensed something.

Further away, a powerful pressure that even it found unsettling was quietly lurking, as if waiting for something.

Mewtwo's lips curled up slightly.

That's where it's looking.

Its gaze eventually locked onto one direction.

It was a desolate desert, but deep within that desert lay a hidden, extremely ancient, and incredibly powerful energy fluctuation. That fluctuation bore a striking resemblance to a certain aura it had sensed in the game.

"It's right there."

Mewtwo suddenly opened its eyes.

hum!
The air trembled violently, and the next second, its figure, which had been hovering at an altitude of ten thousand meters, vanished instantly, leaving only a lingering afterimage that slowly dissipated in the air.

Target: Desert.

The challenge has begun.

Ling Feng sat in front of the computer, his gaze not immediately leaving the screen, but habitually opening the system interface.

Although Mewtwo has left that oppressive laboratory and gained the freedom it longed for, it doesn't mean it can completely wash its hands of the matter.

After all, this is Mewtwo, a Pokémon that has just awakened, whose mind is not yet fully mature, and which possesses destructive power.

If it really turns evil because of being betrayed by humans, just like in the original work, and even comes up with extreme ideas like eliminating humans to create a new world, then all my previous investments would really be wasted.

He opened the player status bar.

The icon representing "Mewtwo" is currently flashing an intense red light, clearly indicating that it is in battle mode.

Ling Feng frowned slightly, and gently swiped his finger across the screen to switch the perspective to Mewtwo's first-person view.

What came into view was a vast expanse of yellow sand, with the wind whipping up rough gravel that lashed against the shield with a crackling sound.

Amidst the swirling sandstorm, a massive rock figure stood firm.

Regirock?

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow.

At this moment, the battle between the two sides has reached its climax.

Mewtwo's purple spiritual energy, like frenzied tentacles, relentlessly bombarded Regirock's indestructible rock body, each impact accompanied by a deafening roar.

Although Regirock looks clumsy, its movements are incredibly fast. Its huge rock fists, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, repeatedly and narrowly struck Mewtwo's afterimages.

Ling Feng watched this scene and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

This Meng Ge really can't stay idle; he's already picked up a tough nut to crack as soon as he came out.

But then he thought about it again and realized that it might be a good thing.

Instead of letting Mewtwo spend its energy pondering questions like "Who am I?" and "Where did I come from?" which are prone to getting stuck in a rut, it would be better to let it challenge stronger opponents and find meaning in its existence through battle.

As long as it's busy fighting, it probably won't have time to come up with any plot about overthrowing humanity, right?
At least for now, Mewtwo's fighting spirit seems very pure; it's all about getting stronger.

Looking at Regirock's ridiculously hard shell on the screen, Ling Feng suddenly had a thought—should he also bring Regirock into the game?
One of the legendary three divine pillars; if I could make it my player, the profits would be quite good.

But he quickly shook his head, banishing the idea from his mind. Never mind.

Regirock is powerful, but his intelligence is a major weakness.

It's basically a machine that executes commands; it would be very difficult for it to understand the plot and emotions of a game like Mewtwo.

Forcibly bringing them in won't bring any benefits.

just forget it.

Returning his gaze to the battle scene, Ling Feng's expression became somewhat amused.

He noticed a very interesting detail.

Logically speaking, Mewtwo, as a Pokémon born from the Mew gene, should be at the top level of all legendary Pokémon, at least comparable to legendary Pokémon like Rayquaza.

But now, it's actually struggling against a Regirock, and it's even going back and forth.

This illustrates a point.

The Mewtwo in this world... doesn't seem to be as strong as I imagined.

Or rather, its current state has not yet reached that level.

Ling Feng stroked his chin, having roughly figured it out.

After all, Mewtwo was only "born" not long ago. He had been kept in the laboratory by Team Rocket. Although his body had been enhanced, he had almost no combat experience and his power had not been fully developed.

It's like a novice player with amazing gear but no skill in using it; they have all the attributes but can't unleash their full combat potential.

It takes time.

You need to hone your body and comprehend power through battle after battle.

But that's okay. Given enough time, this Pokémon with the highest-level genes will eventually grow to a level that will make the world tremble.

At that time, it will definitely be a legendary Pokémon in the same league as Rayquaza, or even stronger.

As long as it doesn't fail halfway through, that's fine.

Ling Feng turned off the battle screen and stopped paying attention to the sandstorm.

Once you decide to invest, you must have enough patience to wait for the returns.

Just as he was about to get up to pour himself a glass of water, a golden notification popped up on the system interface, flashing wildly in the center of the screen.

[Notification: Your item - Dimensional Travel Scroll - has finished its cooldown!]

[Anomaly detected in the energy fluctuations of this plane. Using the travel scroll at this time has a very high probability of transporting you to a special world!]

【Should we use it immediately?】

Upon seeing these words, Ling Feng's previously calm eyes instantly lit up.

A special world?!
The system had previously mentioned that once you go to a special world, the number of emotion points you can obtain will increase significantly.

Didn't expect there to be such a high probability of triggering this opportunity?

"use."

Ling Feng confirmed the request almost without hesitation.

As the command was confirmed, a familiar feeling of weightlessness instantly washed over him, and the scene before him began to distort and spin, finally turning into a white light that completely engulfed him.

……

The journey has been successfully completed.

[Because this world is special, the method of travel will be different; therefore, a special identity has been bestowed upon me.]

[You have obtained your identity] Zheng Hui, an employee of Tianyu Media Company

When Ling Feng opened his eyes again, he didn't hear the familiar sound of the computer fan. Instead, he heard a hysterical roar.

"Tell me, have you lost your mind?!"

A greasy face suddenly loomed close to him, spitting almost onto his face.

Ling Feng frowned slightly, subconsciously leaned back, and quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

This is an office that is decorated in a fairly luxurious way, but at the moment it looks a bit messy.

Everywhere was piled with messy sketches and documents, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and coffee.

Across from him, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly and a flushed face was glaring at him angrily, his hands on the table.

This is... a special identity?

A flood of memories rushed into his mind, making him slightly dizzy.

This is a completely different world from before.

There are no Pokémon, only human civilization.

The original owner of this world, also named Zheng Hui, was a struggling director at an animation production company.

Or to be more precise, he is a down-on-his-luck producer who harbors dreams but is crushed by reality.

"Speak up! Are you mute?!"

Seeing that Ling Feng remained silent, the fat boss became even angrier and grabbed a stack of drawings from the table, slamming them onto the ground.

"I told you to take a look at the success story of that show next door, 'Girls Over Flowers,' but look at what you submitted! What is this? Original? Ha! Originality is useless! What does the market want now? Traffic! Hot moments! Who cares if you have a soul or if you have any ideas?"

The boss pointed at Ling Feng's nose, spitting as he spoke.

"Let me tell you, Lingfeng, the company isn't a charity. We don't have time to play art games with you. If you continue to be so stubborn and unwilling to copy those excellent, market-proven things, then get the hell out of here! Our company is too small to accommodate a big shot like you!"

Ling Feng looked at the furious man in front of him, but in his mind he was sorting out the information he had just obtained from his memories.

The original owner's memories told him that the boss was probably named Wang Dawei, a complete swindler who only cared about money and didn't care about the quality of the animation at all.

This is why the original owner was in so much pain. From the perspective of animation production, he actually had extremely high talent and unique ideas, but he couldn't get funding support and had no background. He was all alone and couldn't make a difference.

Ling Feng bent down, silently picked up the sketch from the ground, and patted off the dust.

"What? You're not convinced?" Wang Dawei sneered when he saw that he didn't speak. "If you're not convinced, then leave now!"

"Shut up."

Ling Feng looked up at him.

The air froze instantly.

After saying that, he ignored Wang Dawei's astonished expression, took the sketch, turned around, and walked out of the office.

By the time I got back to my run-down apartment, it was completely dark.

The place was very dilapidated. In a space of less than 30 square meters, there was hardly any room to put your feet down except for a bed, a table, and scraps of paper scattered all over the floor.

The windows were the old-fashioned kind with wooden frames and glass, letting in drafts and making a hissing sound when the wind blew in.

Ling Feng threw the sketch on the table, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

Although the start was a bit disastrous, thankfully the system was still working.

He closed his eyes and sensed the system interface in his mind.

Sure enough, because this time I was a "time traveler," the system underwent some changes.

[Host has been detected to have entered a special world; a special challenge has begun.]

Current identity: Down-on-his-luck animation producer.

[Restriction: Due to a conflict in world rules, the host is unable to create a game in the current world.]

[The only way: Please complete the system task by creating "animations" to promote Pokémon.]

(End of this chapter)