Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Having learned from his previous experience, Izumi was preparing to meet up with Tutu, but to his surprise, Tutu took the initiative to flap its wings and fly down.

With a flick of its tail, a line of large painted characters appeared on the ground: "Where is this place? Why can I fly?"

"It's a dream world between you and me. It's a bit complicated to explain in detail. Come with me first."

Quanshu held Tutu Dog's hand.

The next second, they appeared in a gallery at the Louvre Museum.

Mona Lisa, The Night Watch, Sunflowers, Starry Night...

The walls on both sides are covered with masterpieces, and even some works that do not belong to the Louvre have been crammed in.

Quanshu found it troublesome to run around everywhere, so he simply made a hodgepodge.

The moment the starry night came into view, Tutu's body froze.

The entire painting is engulfed by a surging, turbulent blue-green torrent.

The swirling, restless, and curling nebulae make the night sky unusually active, as if it could sense the restless and frenzied emotions of the creator spreading.

To the average person, these colorful lines and delicate brushstrokes simply appear as vibrant colors.

Tutu Dog remained frozen for several seconds before regaining its senses.

It turned to look at Izumi Tree. Was this still its trainer, who had absolutely no artistic talent?

Are these paintings Quanshu's dreams?

A line of text appeared in the air.

Quanshu almost thought that Brother Tongzi, who was many years late, had arrived. He nodded modestly.

It was indeed his dream.

Tutu dog's pupils are in an earthquake state.

Could it be that Izumi is actually a great artist, but he hasn't shown it because he can't paint?

This is ridiculous.

"In short, keep observing and learn as much as you can."

Quanshu's words awakened Tutu Dog; this dream was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Whoever you are, don't get off my trainer just yet!

Tutu Dog was startled just by glancing at these paintings. It moved closer to the paintings, observing the brushstrokes, colors and composition with great eagerness, even breathing very softly.

Quanshu found a chair and sat down. The current TuTu dog is influenced by famous masters, which is equivalent to being taught skills by martial arts masters and being enlightened by peerless immortals.

Even without drawing on the strengths of many schools, simply grasping the essence of one style is enough to hold a solo exhibition at the Miaret Art Museum.

He wasn't idle either; he started flipping through several classic movies.

To prevent his subconscious from becoming overburdened and being forcibly pulled out of Chengmeng's grasp, Quanshu watched with great restraint.

Time slipped away silently in the dream, and after an unknown amount of time, the once bright sky gradually darkened.

I don't understand what happened. Is there a time limit in the dream world?

Quanshu walked to the window and looked outside.

The various colors of paint that were originally scattered haphazardly in the sky began to converge toward a certain shape, and the colors gradually became uniform.

Deep cobalt blue and violet became the main colors, and the night sky churned, the two colors being stirred into a vortex by an invisible force.

Thick, distorted short brushstrokes fall, and layers of pale yellow paint are piled up, making the stars look like fireballs wrapped in a golden halo.

Everything was spinning and leaping in the night sky, including the fiery yellow moon.

"Dreams are a reflection of a Pokémon's inner world, which is why they can change?"

The spring tree seemed lost in thought.

Another piece of information about the dream world has been added, and his gaze is unconsciously drawn to the distorted, churning night sky.

"Om-"

A slight ringing in my ears.

"Mr. Izumi, are you clear-headed?"

Cheng Meng's anxious tone grew clearer, and the entire dark blue night sky began to ripple, as if it were about to shatter.

"Spring Tree?"

Under the blinding glow of the incandescent bulb, Quanshu slowly opened his eyes.

The dog, TuTu, woke up before him. It couldn't wait a moment longer, jumped off the bed, took out a piece of paper, and started doodling.

"In your recent dream, the subconscious load was slowly increasing, and then suddenly spiked at a certain point."

Cheng Meng frowned in thought. Even if an ordinary person had ideas, they couldn't put this much burden on their subconscious.

"I safely exited the dream and am physically unharmed."

After careful examination, Chengmeng wrote down her observations of the abnormal human, Quanshu.

"It felt good, Dr. Orange Dream. Can I play online with Eevee again?"

Quanshu sat up straight, showing no signs of discomfort.

Cheng Meng shook her head repeatedly and said, "The research on online dreaming is still in its early stages. No one has tried entering a dream continuously yet. I can't let you be a guinea pig."

"Row."

Seeing Sabrina standing to the side for a long time, Izumi thought for a moment and asked, "Humans and Pokémon can play together, but what about humans playing with each other?"

This question stumped Chengmeng.

"The initial purpose of this research was the bond between humans and Pokémon, so we have never tried a dream where two humans merge."

"The theory is that humans can dream together with each other, and because they are the same species, it's even simpler than with Pokémon."

"But I don't recommend you do that, to prevent unforeseen dangers."

Quanshu readily agreed and immediately dismissed the idea—he was just curious and there was no need to take any risks that could have been avoided.

"That concludes today's test. We look forward to Dr. Chengmeng's new research findings."

Quanshu held up the small test backpack, which was designed to be easy for even a fool to use with a single click and could be taken away from the research institute.

Unfortunately, it requires regular inspection and debugging, and has not yet met the conditions for mass production.

"Don't worry, Mr. Izumi, I won't let you down."

Cheng Meng was very confident that what he lacked was not ability, but platform and resources.

"Then we look forward to your performance."

Izumi, carrying a small bag, left the research institute with Nazu.

"With this bond testing device, the experiment on whether two-player games can enhance bonds can finally begin."

...

Back at the villa, Tutu the dog was unusually quiet, sitting down at the easel and becoming completely absorbed in creating its artwork.

"Master, what happened?"

Iron Dumbbell, flustered, grabbed a pen and paper and asked questions.

"Didn't it want inspiration? I helped TuTu Dog find some inspiration."

Iron Dumbbell glanced at Tutu, who was completely absorbed in his work; it seemed more like he was going mad.

The living room was spotless, thanks to Iron Dumbbell's good habit of cleaning.

Quanshu lay on the sofa and used his phone to register a social media account for it. On this platform, many artists would share their works for free.

Having completed his apprenticeship with TuTu Dog, Iron Dumbbell finished "Goodbye Erii" with extremely high efficiency. Perhaps it was all due to his superhuman abilities, but the perspective storyboard is seven or eight parts similar to the original work.

The storyboard for the iron dumbbell scene actually felt more cinematic because I had carefully watched two of Tingxiang's films.

Izumi was worried that the style of this film's storyboard would be carried over into its subsequent works.

Yumu Metal—his pen name for Iron Dumbbell.

Officially create an account on the platform, get author verification, and upload your work.

Scanning the two hundred pages of original manuscript was quick; it appeared on the computer in no time.

With Iron Dumbbell's permission, Izumi officially released the work.

He pointed to the numbers and hearts at the bottom of the screen: "The left side shows the number of people who have viewed your work, and the right side shows the likes and favorites."

"The account still has followers, but you'd better not have too high expectations. It's hard for an ordinary account without promotion to gain followers."

"In short, keep working hard and try to get more people to see your work."

The iron dumbbell manipulated the paper and pen: "Izumi, thank you."

"It's okay. It's good to have dreams. Pokémon without dreams will become lazy and useless. Don't end up like her."

Speaking of salted fish, Izumi glanced at Eevee, who was slumped on the sofa, seemingly unintentionally.

"Buyi~"

She scrolled through short videos on her phone, occasionally letting out silly laughter.

Gastly's big head floated over: "Drawing? Not bad."

"Metal Head, how about you draw me a super cool sketch?"

"What? You have to evolve into a Gengar to exude domineering power?"

That's like bringing up a sore spot; Gastly reluctantly gave up the idea.

It took it two thousand years to evolve into Gastly, who knows when it will evolve into Gengar.

"You have scenes to film tomorrow, so get some rest."

Urged on by Izumi-no-Kage, Gastly reluctantly crawled back into the painting.

After ordering takeout, Quanshu turned on the TV in the living room. He doesn't usually watch TV; having it on creates a better atmosphere.

Inside the bustling villa, the five Pokémon and the humans each went about their own business.

Ironbarel and Smeargle are drawing, Gastly is sleeping, Eevee is scrolling through its phone, and Porygon occasionally passes by on TV.

Izumi was chatting with the Electric-Do Gym Leader; it seems only Sabrina would pay attention to television content.

"Izumi Tree, the owner of the museum who hosted us before, is on TV."

"Ok?"

Izumi looked up and saw Rika, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, on the TV.

She appeared as a guest on a plant science talk show, speaking eloquently to the camera:

"The flowers of the blue mandarin orange, which bloom before fruiting, have a rich, refreshing fragrance that can soothe the soul and relieve anxiety..."

Is it because of the last time we had Rika do a live stream of Fruit Ninja that she actually agreed to go on the show?

Quanshu shifted into a more comfortable position; it had been a long time since she had drunk flower tea.

?

Blueberry Academy, Unova Region.

The waves roared under the night sky, and Ziyu lay on the bed wearing soft pajamas.

"I wonder if the artists I follow have updated today..."

She has always been drawn to cute things, and after getting online, she developed a particular fondness for Pokémon with adorable art styles.

Ziyu's main focus is on artists who occasionally post chibi-style Pokémon illustrations on social media platforms.

Unfortunately, the artists didn't produce any content today.

Just as she was about to close the platform, the comic covers and titles that popped up below caught her eye.

Goodbye, Eri.

Unlike other artists' short stories of four or five pages, "Goodbye Erii" is a full two hundred pages long.

Driven by curiosity, Zi Yu clicked on the details page.