This elf world is a bit strange

Looking at the girl who was held firmly in the arms of Emperor Nabo, Firio asked softly, his eyes full of concern, but also with some complicated emotions, not knowing what to say.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Hitron siblings, who were in an even more miserable state than the person in front of him.

"It's... it's okay... Uwaaa! It's not okay at all! The gym is so scary! I don't want to fight in a gym anymore! -"

She answered subconsciously, and the fear in her heart could no longer be suppressed. The girl hugged Emperor Nabo tightly, and her tears flowed like a faucet, wetting the soft feathers of the giant penguin in the blink of an eye. Even her partner Halili, who was easily caught by the wind fairy, started crying loudly.

The two crybabies, one big and one small, cried in a duet, one after another.

"Ma...Machi..."

The little dream demon hung in the air awkwardly, looked at the little crybabies in front of him, then lowered his head to look at his body which he had just washed in the morning, jumped up decisively, and landed steadily on top of Philio's head. He turned his eyes away and looked at the scenery in the distance, as if nothing had happened.

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"Go home and rest up, get a good night's sleep. The guys here are not the norm in the gym. Wait until you've gained some training before challenging them again, okay?"

Touching the girl's head gently, Firio smiled and comforted her for a long time before he finally calmed the crying little girl down. He then walked towards home, sniffling.

From the looks of it, he is most likely a specially approved trainer who has just debuted. Encountering such devastation and setbacks at the first stop of his journey must have left him with quite a psychological trauma.

Thinking of this, Filio's eyes showed some more disdain. He shook his head, sighed, and walked towards Xitron who was in a dilemma. He said, "Long time no see, Senior Xitron. If I'm not mistaken, it's your invention that's causing the current situation, right?"

“Ah…Ahahaha, well…” Citron took off his glasses, which he never took off, with shaking hands and wiped them awkwardly. “Long time no see, Firion. The last time I saw you and the Dream Demon, you were still very young. I didn’t expect that you would do something big so soon. You are really amazing!”

I have to say, the look of a certain golden-haired guy with glasses pretending to be a senior was quite distracting. The hair on top of his head was trembling, and he didn't look confident at all. He totally lacked the dignity that a gym leader should have.

Such an abrupt change of subject certainly did not make Firio let him off the hook, but instead earned him even more disgusted looks.

"I don't want you, a guy who was kicked out of your own gym, to act like a senior." Firion gently picked up Yurika, who was playing with the little dream fairy and the wind fairy, and combed her hair, which was also messed up by the electric shock, while mercilessly complaining about Citron, "Looking at your condition, I'm afraid you can't even keep your Pokémon."

"Ahem, cough, cough..." The exaggerated coughing blocked the rest of Firion's words back into his stomach. Citron kept waving his hands, "Don't make fun of me, don't make fun of me..."

"My brother is also trying to find a solution. He's working very hard!"

Seeing her brother blushing and looking so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into, Yulijia's face puffed up and she immediately turned into a little balloon, and she retorted to Firio angrily.

"To be honest, if he could make fewer weird inventions and do things according to science, maybe it wouldn't be so complicated..." Filio poked the round little face and said softly, "Okay, tell me, Senior Xitron, what happened here?"

"Um……"

Looking at the growing crowd, Hitlon looked troubled. He took out a written sign from his backpack and stuck it in front of the gym's gate.

[The gym's information equipment is being upgraded. Challengers with less than four badges will not be allowed to enter until the upgrade is completed. 】

[The gym facilities are temporarily controlled by artificial intelligence, the risk is high, challengers should be careful. 】

The large blood-red characters stood out on the white signboard, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.

Compared with the dry news reports that you may not see, the melon in front of you is more delicious.

While the onlookers were chattering away, Hitlon hurriedly ran away. His injured leg still made it a little inconvenient, and he ran stumblingly.

"Speak somewhere else."

Before he finished speaking, the "long-tailed monster arm" in the backpack stretched out instantly, grabbed Yulijia in Firio's arms, turned around and left.

"Ah wow wow wow!"

The ridiculously courageous girl danced with joy, obviously not being the first time she had encountered such a situation, and flew happily in the direction of her brother.

"These two are really..." The crowded gym gate, the out-of-touch gym leader brother and sister, and the possibility that Hitloit appeared early, Firion, who originally just wanted to play a gym happily, felt tired and ran away, quickly catching up, "Wait for me!"

The noise in the Miare Gym continued. Word of mouth spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. All kinds of reliable or outrageous rumors spread throughout the streets and alleys of Miare in a short period of time.

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A moment later, in a cafe on the edge of the central square.

"I've really been taken advantage of today." Firio sighed as he blended his peach milkshake out of boredom. "I failed to challenge the gym, and I still have to treat you to coffee. I've seen gym leaders who are in a bad situation, but I've never seen one as bad as you, Senior Citron. Do you want me to give you my VIP card for Erliu Restaurant? It's a waste to keep it with me anyway... I've never been there once."

"Gurgling..."

"Ahhh (￣～￣)"

With a table full of snacks and favorite drinks, Yulijia decisively abandoned her brother, ate and drank heartily, and no longer had any intention of speaking for him.

"Ah... It's really hard to explain." Xitron sighed, his eyes behind the lenses lost their brilliance, and the tuft of golden hair on his head drooped weakly, "I didn't expect the robot to become like this... It really shouldn't have been sent out as an immature experiment."

No, with your unfortunate style of invention, there will be problems even if it matures.

Firion, with narrowed eyes, secretly complained, suppressed the wind fairy who wanted to go to Yulijia to play (trouble) (mess), and changed the topic: "So, why did the gym become like this?"

"After all, this is all because of my injury." Patting the heavy protective gear on his right leg, Hitron spoke in a heavy tone as he recounted his experiences over the past month.

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It turns out that this "Intelligent Crisis" is not the "collection of classic scenes of Citron's self-destruction" that Firion remembered, but a real reason behind it.

More than a month ago, while Firio was engaging in a battle of wits and courage with Claire in Mingshui Town—although it was mainly a battle of wits and courage after the other party revealed his intelligence—the battle in Miare was equally brutal.

In the ruins of the Fradari Institute, at some point, a giant steel beast that looked like a complete Zygarde emerged from the ground, with extremely powerful strength.

As the gym leader protecting the city, Hitron felt obligated to take action. However, before he could fight, he was ambushed and seriously injured by a tall and fat middle-aged man who looked exactly like Kuserowski. As a result, the Steel King Yan Kai, who was scheduled to reinforce the main battlefield of Mingshui Town, had to lead his team to resolve the crisis.

But even he was unable to keep the mysterious man, and only completely destroyed the steel Pokémon made up of countless rare metals.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the mysterious man is not Kuseloski himself.

Because the real Kuseloski is still in prison, and his Pokémon is still with Machielle, who is carrying the name of Asprey to maintain peace in Miare.

Now, Yan Kai and the international police are conducting a joint investigation into the matter, but the mysterious man who appeared out of nowhere seemed to have completely evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no clues. Only a few members of the Flash Team were captured while fishing in troubled waters nearby, but no useful intelligence was found.

However, these things had little to do with Firio and Citron at the time, especially Citron who was almost unable to move due to serious injuries.

Although he was injured, as the official gym of the largest city in Kalos, the operation of the Mia Lightning Gym could not be interrupted for long.

After Hitlon's several attempts to fight with injuries failed, he became frustrated and noticed the "semi-finished Hitlon robot - Hitloit" in the warehouse.

After working all night and for several days, this robot, which was still in its infancy, was finally pieced together and programmed with the logic to deal with challengers. According to common sense, it should be able to serve as a good assistant to Hitlon and help him reduce his burden.

As it should be.

But [Productions of Citron] has never had anything to do with the word "should be so".

As expected, the robot had an accident.

The command messages, no matter how detailed, overloaded its program, and then...

Only the highest priority command entered by Citron remained:

[The most rigorous test for trainers with more than four badges. ]

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"So it becomes that only trainers with more than four badges are accepted, and then they are subjected to the most rigorous tests, right?" Firio sensed a familiar aura and grinned secretly, "I've heard that your grammar is always wrong, but I didn't expect it to be like this at a time like this. What about your Pokémon? Are they also fooling around with the robots?"

"They..." Xitron lowered his head in shame.

"Because they felt that their brother was spending all his time in the lab and not training with them, so they were very unhappy and beat up their brother together with Hitroit!"

After having eaten her fill, Yurika patted her belly and answered.

Xitron was dejected: "...Not all of them!"

"Yeah...indeed." Yurika tapped her head and thought hard before giving her brother another hint, "Except for Magnemite."

"You really..."

"Maggie..."

Firion and the dream demon above his head said in unison, showing the same disgusted expression.

Earlier in the Prism Cup, they thought that Xitron was a somewhat serious person. Even Filio felt that he was at least not as eccentric as he remembered in his previous life.

Now it seems that someone who is not good at judging people was blind.

The unreliability of the people in front of me is higher than expected, not lower.

"Hmm... cough cough!" He coughed twice, trying to suppress the heat rising on his face due to shame. Xitron's eyes showed some expectation. "So, Firion, can you help me control Xitroit?"

"Huh? Can't you ask the alliance to help you get rid of that iron bump directly?" Philio smelled trouble and wanted to run away subconsciously, "I'm just an ordinary challenger, I just want to live a peaceful life , get the normal badge, thank you."

"Can not be done!"

Firio's suggestion made Hitlon stand up suddenly like a cat whose tail was stepped on, shocking the guests in the distance.

Feeling the reproachful gazes, Xitron sat back in his seat and lowered his voice, but his tone was still urgent: "Send the people from the Alliance over. They must tear it apart! Xitroit is the result of my years of research. If it is broken, I will be broken too."

“Brother Firion!” Feeling the signal from her brother, Yurika jumped down from her seat, ran to Firion, tugged at his sleeve, and said pitifully, “You are a famous esper, you must have a way to deal with Hitroit! Just help brother~!”

A pair of small hands pulled Firio's arm and shook him left and right.

Emperor Nabo, who stood upright, sighed and turned his head away.

"...Do you think I'll fall for this, Citron?"

Firio narrowed his eyes and looked at Xitron steadily, and the movement of his hands stirring the milkshake slightly quickened.

“Hehehe…” Xitron scratched his head with a wry smile, “Kernee taught me that. It would be too embarrassing if others, especially seniors, knew about my current situation.”

"Okay, you stupid cucumber with a sticky elbow!" Firio raised his eyebrows and pretended to be angry, which made Yurika timidly let go of her hand and subconsciously took two steps back.

But soon, her flawless little face like a porcelain doll broke into a charming smile again.

"Well... she's not wrong. I'm buying it!"

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Firio picked up the milkshake, drank it all in one gulp, and stood up.

The delicate little girl prayed, and there was no reason not to help.

In the quiet coffee shop, Firio waved his hand with great enthusiasm: "Let's go, watch how I get your special attack badges, and smash that robot by the way!"

The same gaze that Hitlon received at that time came over him.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

In just a few seconds, the reproach in the eyes of the Miare socialites turned into countless little stars.

This world is still very real.

A real double standard, especially for a young man as good-looking as Firion.

Chapter 223: What does King Puppetmon lack?

Inside the prism tower, glass tubes with surging electric currents stand on both sides of the road. Looking around, all you can see are metal walls and floors, giving it a modern, technological feel.

Three people stood silently in front of a closed door.

"Tired, destroy."

Holding the small badge that fell freely from the gap in the ceiling, the handsome but extremely embarrassed young man murmured with despair.

As he spoke, a wisp of light black smoke came out of his mouth.

Looking closely, the clothes and hair of several people were all burnt black, as if they had had their hair done in afro for free.

It also includes the small dark green figure lying on top of someone's head, who was caught off guard and was hit.

The invisible anger is like the magma accumulated in a volcano, slowly condensing in silence.

Since their debut, they have only plotted against others. They have never been plotted against, and they have never been so deflated. The big and small ones have raised unprecedented anger.

A cruel smile gradually appeared at the corners of their mouths, a tiny but extremely cold arc.

The air seemed to condense at this moment, and you could hear a pin drop.

ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

Deathly silence.

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