Pokémon: The Sims

In the territory of Eindook today.

You might hardly see any free-roaming monsters on the streets and alleys; the few that are there are mostly the cute kind that don't seem to have much combat power.

But five years from now, things may be very different.

People and Pokémon walk side by side on the streets, relying on each other and becoming trusted friends and family. Everyone is a trainer, and everyone has the ability to fight.

Wait for the future.

Everyone became a trainer.

How could the Kingdom of Earth compare to the Kingdom of Blessed Light and the Kingdom of Abundance?

of course.

To achieve that level of success, simply changing your name is certainly not enough.

Wu Ge had already told Theresa about it.

Change the way you address someone.

This is just the beginning of a powerful nation, the first step in building a foundation of trust.

With the Dragon Kingdom as a cautionary tale, Wu Ge is confident that he can successfully develop the Earth Kingdom into the ideal state it envisions.

That night.

"Your Majesty, where shall we stay?"

Wu Ge led the well-fed and satiated red-faced dragon to find Dresa.

"Grand Preceptor, you may stay on the fourth floor of the palace."

Dresa looked at Wu Ge and said quietly.

"Living in the palace? On the fourth floor? Is that alright?"

Wu Ge raised his eyelids slightly, looking somewhat surprised.

The royal palace is not a place that just anyone can live in.

Apart from the maids.

Even those close advisors or brothers of Dresa were not allowed to stay overnight in the palace.

Previously, only four members of the royal family were allowed to reside in the palace.

The Dresa family of four.

After the queen's death, only Theresa and her two sons remained.

Now, they're actually letting Wu Ge and the Red-Faced Dragon move in?

They are not ordinary people.

It's Warcraft.

Despite Dressar's example, they are now referred to as Pokémon.

But how could a person's perceptions and prejudices that have persisted for decades change just because of a change in a title?

Rao is so.

Despite this, Dresa still chose to let Wu Ge and the Red-Faced Dragon live in the palace.

It's even on the fourth floor!

The floor where Dresa and the two princes lived.

This is definitely not just a simple matter of trust.

"Of course, one should not use those one doubts, and one should not doubt those one uses, especially since I have a request to make of the Imperial Advisor."

Somewhat weary, Dresa nodded and spoke frankly.

"To be honest, ever since my queen passed away many years ago, I have been suffering from some hidden ailments, and my heart often aches."

"My waveguide power is working?"

Wu Ge lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

He understood why Dresa had placed him in the closest location.

It turns out that he had a hidden heart condition and was worried about an accident while sleeping at night, so he needed to keep his savior in the closest possible position to save his life.

"Yes, within the country, I have been treated by no fewer than a hundred doctors, all of whom are renowned physicians over fifty years old, but they were all helpless. Only your wave-guiding power, Grand Preceptor, can relieve my pain."

Dresa nodded solemnly.

But I heard what he said.

Wu Ge felt as if a fog had enveloped his mind.

He knows best what the effects of his waveguide power are.

At most, it can only heal external injuries.

How could it possibly have an analgesic effect on Dresden's heart?

Moreover.

He didn't use his aura to touch Dressar's heart either.

"Tell me more about what the symptoms are."

'Could it be that Theresa ultimately died from this disease?'

Sensing something was wrong, Wu Ge asked a question while his mind was still recalling the original work.

In the original story, Dresa appears as an old man who seems quite healthy and doesn't appear to have any illness. His cause of death is that he forcibly used the Earth Sword to seal the dragon veins, exhausting his own power in the process.

But now

Why is there such a big difference?

After pondering it over, Wu Ge realized that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Because Theresa's illness dates back several years.

The only possible reason is another major change in Dressa's life – the absence of Victini.

"Whenever I get emotional, my heart aches, and the more emotional I am, the more intense the pain becomes."

Theresa raised her hand and pointed to her chest, her tone full of helplessness.

No one knows how he has managed all these years.

Controlling his emotions has become one of his skills, but he still cannot control them skillfully.

For him, the seven emotions and six desires of man were like a knife.

Don't get too excited.

Don't be too sad.

How painful.

"I understand."

Wu Ge's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, but he also sighed.

"Oh?! Imperial Advisor, is there a way to cure this?"

Theresa's face lit up with joy, followed by a twitch in her cheekbone.

"No."

Wu Ge shook his head.

He raised his hand, and a deep blue waveguide light illuminated Dresa.

next moment.

Dresa's expression softened considerably. He felt his emotions calm down, and the pain in his heart quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Imperial Preceptor, what's going on?"

Theresa looked puzzled.

The imperial physician said there was no cure, yet he could clearly stop his heart from beating.

Could this approach be merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause?

"Your angina was triggered by excessive emotional fluctuations, but my wave-guiding power can forcibly soothe a being's inner emotions. In reality, I did not treat your heart disease, but only calmed your emotions."

Wu Ge offered a helpless explanation.

He is not a doctor.

I really don't know anything about these things.

It can only be speculated that Theresa may suffer from cardiovascular disease such as coronary heart disease.

Wu Ge didn't know much about this disease, only that up to 900 million people die from coronary heart disease every year worldwide. It is one of the leading causes of death from cardiovascular disease and is known as the 'silent killer'.

In the Pokémon world a thousand years from now, curing this disease should not be difficult.

Thanks to the Pokémon's amazing power, the success rate of the surgery is quite high.

But it's definitely not possible to do that in this day and age.

Let alone hands-on practice.

Wu Ge doesn't even know the theory.

His aura power was like a 'quick-acting heart medicine' to Dressar.

By calming emotions, lowering blood pressure, widening coronary arteries, and restoring normal heart rhythm, the risk of myocardial infarction and sudden death in Dessa patients can be greatly reduced.

"Even the Imperial Advisor can't cure me? Alas, it seems Heaven is against me."

Theresa smiled wryly.

There were some disappointments, but not many.

He had long ago made all sorts of plans and preparations for death.

"Don't be too pessimistic. Although my abilities cannot cure this disease, they can greatly delay your death. If you also pay attention to controlling your emotions, living for several more decades is not a problem."

Wu Ge wasn't trying to comfort Theresa; he was just telling the truth.

Although Theresa's illness will certainly get worse.

However, as Wu Ge's level increases, his waveguide will gradually return to the level of his previous life, and the effect will become stronger.

That's right, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.

But if it can treat the symptoms until Dressa dies of old age, then it can be considered a cure.

"Really? Hahaha, oh dear! Imperial Advisor, save me!"

Dresa's face lit up with joy, but then his expression suddenly turned red.

"You must control your emotions, otherwise it's not impossible for you to die in a few years."

Wu Ge reluctantly raised his hand again, giving him a serious reminder.

Two or three seconds later.

Dresa's complexion returned to normal.

"Hmph, I understand. Thank you, Grand Preceptor. Also, thank you for coming to the Earth Kingdom with me. Tomorrow I will personally take you to the Dragon Tower."

Dresa nodded, not forgetting to agree to Wu Ge's conditions.

The ruler of a country in his thirties was as obedient as a student in front of Wu Ge.

Upon seeing this, Wu Ge nodded.

A humble king is much easier to get along with.

"It's getting late, I should take Big Fool back to sleep."

Wu Ge pointed to the red-faced dragon beside him, who was nodding in sleepiness.

"Okay, I'll have someone take you back to your rooms."

Theresa summoned the head maid of the palace.