Pokémon: Who told him to come out of Pallet Town!

Chapter 689 The Spiritual Domain of the Crimson Sun

Before leaving, Natsume downloaded all the materials he could find here.

Since he was acting so brazenly and no one had come out to stop him, Natsume assumed that the other party had given his consent.

Why not take it if it's free?

"Pikachu".

While Natsume was collecting things, the guy with the middle parting suddenly emerged from the red and white balls.

It stood on the ground, looking around in confusion.

"Pikachu".

The middle-parted hair hopped on the spot, and in its amazement, it was suddenly hugged by Natsume.

"Alright, alright, we can leave now, you freak!"

A familiar force distorted space, and Natsume returned to the small cubicle in that junkyard.

Almost the instant he returned to the real world, he flashed back to Sunshine Academy.

"Mr. Natsume!"

Jiaozi bumped into Natsume, who had returned to the academy. Just as he was about to greet him, Natsume disappeared like a gust of wind.

"I have something urgent to attend to. Come to the lab to see me later."

With the heavy USB drive containing the core data "borrowed" from the Galaxy Team's Reversal World Research Institute, Natsume returned to his research lab at Sunshine Academy almost instantly.

He was filled with excitement and anticipation at the prospect of cracking his opponent's core secrets.

For security reasons, he specifically used a brand-new high-performance computer that was completely physically isolated and completely disconnected from the college's internal network and even the external Internet.

He carefully inserted the USB drive into the port and started the system.

However, when he opened the files on the USB drive, he was completely dumbfounded.

Instead of the expected design drawings, experimental data, or research reports, the screen displayed a large number of chaotic and irregular characters and symbols, like a cryptic script, which were completely unrecognizable and unreadable.

"Gibberish? How can it be gibberish?!"

Natsume was stunned. He stubbornly tried various decoding methods and switched between different character encoding sets.

They even sent Rotom and Polygon inside the computer and used telekinesis to assist in data stream analysis, but to no avail.

Those files seemed to be completely locked up by an extremely complex and unheard-of encryption method. No matter how hard he tried, the screen remained a hopeless mess.

"Could it be... that Team Galactic is unafraid of having it stolen because of this unknown encryption?"

Natsume sat up straight in the chair, rubbed his temples, and his curiosity grew even stronger.

"A wasted effort? That doesn't make sense. If it's encrypted to this extent, how can they read and use it themselves?"

Just when he was about to give up, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Perhaps the physical rules in the Reverse World are fundamentally different from those in the real world! Could it be that computer systems and file formats in the Reverse World would become unreadable gibberish in the real world due to differences in underlying logic?"

This idea rekindled a glimmer of hope in him.

If that's the case, then perhaps a special "translation" mechanism is needed, or it can only be read in a reversed world environment.

Just as he got up, preparing to go to the Reversed World to verify this hypothesis, there was a knock on the door of the research room.

The three gods of the lake, Yuxi, Memridor, and Azelf, floated in.

Their faces showed a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

"Mr. Natsume, when will you take us to see Lord Giratina?"

Emredo spoke first, her pink face filled with worry.

"Giratina?"

Natsume was slightly taken aback.

"Isn't it better to be at the academy?" he countered.

"It's quite good, but..."

The three gods in the lake seemed a little awkward.

It's clear that they are still anxious, or rather, completely insecure.

Natsume, ignoring the emotions in their eyes, seemed to suddenly realize something and asked curiously, "Strange, didn't you ever think of repairing the Celestial Flute and seeking Arceus's protection?"

Natsume was quite curious about what they were so focused on regarding Giratina.

At the same time, he took out the broken Celestial Flute he had previously obtained from his pocket.

The reason the three gods of the lake sought Giratina was that after Dialga and Palkia perished, only the Lord of the Reversal World could contact Arceus.

But we can find a way to repair the Celestial Flute.

"Uh... this?"

The three gods in the lake glanced timidly at the Celestial Flute in Natsume's hand.

"We...we can't fix it."

Natsume ignored the obvious evasive words.

On the contrary, the three gods, the moment they finished speaking, all focused their gazes on Natsume, especially on the computer screen in front of him that was still flashing gibberish.

Their little mushroom heads were tilted slightly, revealing expressions of confusion and curiosity.

"Huh? Mr. Natsume, whose mental realm did you just visit?"

"Don't change the subject," Natsume persisted.

He brought the three gods back to the academy hoping that, with their help and the support of a regional research institute, he could repair the Celestial Flute.

"We didn't change the subject."

As the god of wisdom, Yukshi possessed the most acute senses. It pointed its little paw at the computer screen and then at Natsume.

"There is a very clear... unique spiritual fluctuation aura of the Reversed World remaining on you and around here!"

"So rich! Did you see Lord Giratina?"

"The spiritual realm? The aura of a world reversed?"

Natsume was taken aback by the question, and he subconsciously looked at himself.

"I didn't go to any spiritual realm; I just came back from the physical space of the reversed world..."

""

Natsume suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

"Yuxie! Emrido! Azelf!"

Natsume suddenly stood up, looking at Mikami with burning eyes, and pointed at the computer screen.

"Quick! Try to 'decipher' this gibberish! Use your mental powers to sense it!"

The three gods were a little stunned by Natsume's sudden excitement.

Yukshi blinked his big eyes: "Decoding data? Shouldn't this kind of thing be left to the No. 1 AI that's always nagging in the ecological dome? It's the professional."

The No. 1 AI.

Natsume was taken aback upon hearing the other person's name.

Wasn't it with Professor Oak? How did it get here?

Remembering that Jiaozi seemed to have something to tell him earlier, he guessed that it was something Professor Oak had sent while he was away.

Shaking his head, Natsume focused his gaze on the three gods in the lake.

"No! This time it's different!" Natsume said firmly.

"I suspect that the essence of this 'scrambled code' is mental information; only you can try it."

Seeing Natsume's insistence, the three gods looked at each other, and although they found it a bit strange, they still floated to the computer.

They floated around the screen, emanating yellow, pink, and blue light that intertwined, like a soft halo enveloping the flickering gibberish.