Pokémon: Legendary Pokémon Simulator, Starting with Arceus

Sakamoto crossed his hands and rested his chin on them: "Of course not Iwata Satoshi. I'm really looking forward to your report." Xiong Meng glanced around: purple-haired bespectacled girl Makoto, mustachioed man Syranu, and blue-haired executive Apollo.

What surprised him most were the two people in the corner, the old man Fuji and Xia Bo.

I recall we'd already discussed this once before; it seems this is the official decision.

"Mr. Sakamoto's idea is incredible. It's difficult to achieve with our current technology, or rather..." He took out some documents from his bag.

"This is the first experiment in the true sense of the word, an experiment to create an artificial beast."

No one reacted; everyone knew what to say, and all eyes were fixed on the documents in his hand.

That's the real focus of this meeting.

"But I like to challenge the impossible, and after consulting a lot of information, I finally came up with a preliminary plan."

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"We create new Pokémon based on their genes, so the initial selection is very important. To ensure survival, it's best to maintain uniformity. I don't think anyone wants to see unstable Pokémon."

Fuji and Blaine looked up in surprise. Why did this guy suddenly change the plan? Didn't they say they wanted to do more experiments when they were talking a while ago, and that they wanted to develop composite properties and androids?

They even said things like "don't worry about the losses," so why did they suddenly change their tune today?

Thinking of this, the two frowned, wondering if they would come up with an even more inhumane method.

"For a single attribute, you should choose the appropriate attribute. It's best to find a powerful Pokémon as a template to ensure both stability and strength."

"Among all the attributes, I choose superpower! Mysterious! Powerful! It's simply amazing!" Xiong Meng's expression was full of fanaticism, just like the personality shown in his memory.

"Most importantly! I found something amazing in the ancient books—the original spirit! Dream!"

"The first spirit represents infinite possibilities, and possibilities mean there is a chance to realize them."

After finishing speaking, Xiong Meng put down the documents. The general plan had been explained, and now it was time to wait for the questions from the crowd.

The first to speak was the bearded man, Syranu, who squinted and said, "You mean it might not succeed, right? How can we believe it under these circumstances? You know, every research project costs real money."

In reality, Shiranu was just nitpicking. He knew that even if the research wasn't guaranteed to succeed, his boss wouldn't care about the research funding.

But this newly appointed PhD should definitely be put down a bit, to let him know that he is the Rockets' chief PhD.

Besides, this guy was too arrogant before, we have to teach him who's in charge!

He understood the other party's obvious provocation; after all, this guy was genuinely arrogant, the kind who pointed his finger at people and said he looked down on them.

"I understand, Dr. Siranain. I can't guarantee success either; all I can say is that I will do my best!"

This sudden concession caught the other side off guard. What could Xilanu say? The boss would definitely agree, and there was no need to make things too tense.

"Haha, research inevitably encounters such problems, Dr. Iwata, don't worry about it."

Just as the chief doctor finished speaking, the elderly Fuji asked, "Will the other research projects we discussed earlier continue?"

Researching artificial spirits is not strange, but the inhumane methods used are simply unacceptable.

"Dr. Fuji, you need to understand that we don't have much experience in this area. My initial consideration was to gain experience, and doing new things together or ahead of time was all for the sake of key success."

"Or rather, a necessary control group is necessary; I'm just considering other aspects that aren't so extreme."

The old man Fuji and Chapman remained silent; you know how extreme things were before.

Upon hearing the reply, the two fell silent. It seemed pointless to say anything now; what did they want?

"So you mean we need to catch Mew, right? By the way, does this kind of Pokémon really exist?" Apollo didn't understand research-related questions; he was more interested in obtaining Mew's genes.

I've lived for so many years and never heard of anything like the original elves.

Xiong Meng shook his head: "Not necessarily. Fossils and such can be used, but live specimens are definitely better."

Hearing this, Apollo nodded, which made things much easier.

After finishing asking the questions, Sakaki, who had been silent while stroking the cat boss, finally spoke up: "I've invested in this project. The initial research funding is 500 billion yen, and Makoto will be directly responsible for ensuring Dr. Ishida Satoshi's needs are met."

"The person in charge of this project asked Dr. Satoshi Ishida to help me find fossils. I will arrange for people to search for them immediately. Please make preparations in advance."

The original person in charge was supposed to hand it over to him, but he wasn't too comfortable with the previous meeting and wanted to have Old Man Fu Tu and Uncle Xia come along. It seems that it's no longer necessary now.

As for why the changes were made, Sakaki didn't care; he just wanted to ensure the research could continue.

"Okay." Masato said with a serious expression, holding the notebook.

"By the way, Mr. Sakaki, we should probably upgrade the auxiliary functions, such as the nutrient solution..."

"Add another 100 billion to the budget. You don't need to tell me about this; just do what you think is best, Doctor." After saying that, Sakamoto left without looking back.

He doesn't understand this kind of thing; he's only responsible for providing the money, and the rest is left to the professionals.

Apollo and Cyrano also left later; the former needed to ask the boss for his opinion on how to deal with the fossils.

The latter simply wanted to leave, since their major didn't match their job requirements, so they decided to quit.

"Dr. Satoshi Ishida, Dr. Fuji, Mr. Schaber, which machines do you need? I'll make a note of them and make the purchase."

Xiong Meng took out a list and handed it over, which contained the basic equipment that had been prepared in advance. The other two also took out the materials that had been prepared in advance.

"That's all for now. Thank you, Miss Makoto."

"No, please rest here for a while. We will go directly to the research institute after the machine is installed in a few days."

Watching the real bird's departing figure, Xiong Meng also prepared to leave.

"Dr. Satoshi Ishida, let's talk." Just as he was about to leave, Xia Bo blocked his way, extending an invitation with a smile.

Of course, let's go to the coffee shop then.

In the Rockets' main base rest area café, Xiong Meng drank plain water while waiting for the two people in front of him to speak.

Blair: "Coming to a coffee shop and not drinking coffee? That's really strange of you."

"Where you are doesn't necessarily mean what you'll do, although the scope is still the same."

"Haha, it's quite artistic, even though it doesn't match its appearance at all."

"Mr. Chapel, this is not a personal attack. I haven't even mentioned that you're bald yet."

"Cough cough, you rascal." Uncle Xia choked a bit, then seized the opportunity to start a conversation: "So, why did you agree to come?"

He had known Fuji and Sakaki for a long time; they were all old friends, which is why he agreed. This guy became a doctor in his early thirties.

Even if he's not a regionally renowned PhD, he's still a leading figure in genetics, and the Rockets don't have a good reputation. "Because there's more research to be done here, and Mr. Giovanni's salary is very high." Xiong Meng gave the two of them a meaningful look.

"I'm a scholar, all I need to do is experiment. Besides, you two are here too."

"Damn, you're still so unlikeable. I thought you were better."

"I'll be going now if there's nothing else. You two can continue drinking."

He was about to leave when he was pulled back. Uncle Xia smiled and pressed him down, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Let's chat some more."

Ok?

What is this uncle trying to do?

"Here's the thing, as the person in charge, you'll definitely need to assign tasks, so let's discuss it in advance."

Xiong Meng was a little confused for a moment. What was there to communicate? Zhen Niao would take responsibility for buying things; they just needed to do the research.

"Ahem, it's like this, we'll be leading our own research team on our areas of expertise, and you'll definitely need to get a share of the funding."