Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Dressed in night clothes, Asura took out a ring cutter from her backpack, ready to start.

"Shhhhh-"

A sharp whooshing sound rang out as several irregular, dark yellow stones shot from the shadows, radiating violent rock-type energy.

Unaware of the danger, the symbolic bird was instantly struck and fell to the ground, its fate unknown.

"who!"

Asura's hand instinctively reached for the Poké Ball at her waist.

"Boom!"

Several powerful lights came on at the same time, and Asura's breath hitched.

Excadrill, Flygon, Krookodile, King Toad... the room was surrounded by six Gym Leader-level Pokémon.

"Sneak attacks are not my style."

Kiku-sama emerged from the shadows, saying, "It was definitely the right thing to kick your Plasma Team out of Fanba City."

He was astonished; Natsume's ability to foresee events even in the Unova region was awe-inspiring.

If it's so accurate, why not find some time to visit and have my daughter's future marriage predicted?

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Black City, Plasma Team Headquarters.

Quixote stood with his hands behind his back, the electronic map in front of him flashing with dots and arrows drawn.

"Report: Sage Asura has lost contact. Police raided his lectures in Tangcao Town, Feiyun City, and Fuki City, and many people were arrested."

"Your apartment, where you are officially living, was also searched. Fortunately, most of the Plasma Team members have gone underground and thus escaped unscathed."

Listening to his subordinates' report, Quixote's face was ashen. He had not expected things to be exposed so quickly, and Officer Jenny's offensive to be so swift.

"Too precise, too fast."

He murmured, "It's as if some unseen force is guiding the police."

Before he could even think, another subordinate came to report – “Wang is at the building entrance; he wants to see you.”

Quixote abruptly turned around and strode towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Below the building, N, wearing a hat, stood in front of the crowd of plasma team members, gazing at him from afar.

"What...does this monster want?"

Quixote whispered.

No matter how much bad news came his way, it did not shake him in the slightest. But suddenly the puppet broke free of its strings and gained its own consciousness.

This made Quixote very uneasy.

He didn't respond to N immediately, but instead asked, "What about Akromar? Tell him to evacuate Black City and head to the seaside caves."

Has he set off?

The subordinate said in a panic, "Lord Akromar said that his experiment is at a critical moment and he absolutely refuses to leave."

"Tsk, what an idiot."

...

"Lord Akromma, please leave."

The two team members knelt on the ground, looking up and saying with tears in their eyes: "The police will find this place soon. Even if you disregard your own safety, you should think of Lord Quixote."

"If Lord Quigish is arrested and imprisoned, Team Plasma will cease to exist."

Akromar ignored their pleas, watching the two elves wearing the experimental devices on the monitor screen to see their reactions.

"You're disturbing me."

He said calmly, "Quechice is your leader. If he is arrested, just elect another one."

"As long as it doesn't affect my research, I don't care who takes the position."

"For example, you, for example, me."

The team member he pointed to felt extremely uncomfortable and said urgently, "Sir, please don't joke around in this critical moment."

"I'm serious..."

Akromma wrote down his observations.

Seconds later, Quidditch strode in, and the three-headed dragon behind him immediately spewed flames as he entered the room, engulfing the laboratory in flames.

The detector and data panel were both reported as unusable. Akromma's expression changed: "Quechice, what are you doing?"

"The police will be here soon, and your research data and contents must be completely destroyed."

Quixote's gaze turned icy as he said, "Besides, you won't leave unless you do this."

"You dare burn down my laboratory?"

Akroma remained unfazed, glaring at him defiantly.

After a moment, Quixote backed down and said apologetically:

"If the data is lost, we can just do it again. Once we get to the grottoes, you can build ten or a hundred labs like this, it's up to you."

"If I kill your son and then say you can have more children, ten or a hundred, it's up to you, would you agree?"

Akroma, usually so gentle and refined, burst out with words; his heart was bleeding.

These research findings were more precious to him than his own son.

"Lord Akromar has lost his mind. Take him to the cave."

Quixote's face darkened, and he waved his hand.

Several team members forcibly removed the cursing Akroma.

As Quixote descended the stairs, the headquarters building behind him was ablaze with red light; the flames would bury all filth and sin.

Upon exiting, one is greeted by that monster dressed in human skin.

An indescribable disgust flashed in Quixote's eyes as he exchanged glances with N.

"Gryphons, why are there elves hypnotizing people at Team Plasma's speech?"

"Was this at your behest?"

"Harming elves also harms humans."

N's voice was deep, "The ideal of liberating the elves should not be achieved in this way."

Quixote did not answer his question, but said coldly, "A king has his duties, and a subject has his duties."

“You do not sit on your throne, but instead come down to interfere in worldly affairs; this is a breach of morality.”

Chapter 187 Special Prize

"Lord Quixote, how dare you talk back to the king?"

Xinshan yelled and snarled, "Are you trying to seize power?"

Kuiqisi glanced coldly at Xinshan, who was jumping around in the crowd, wishing he could strangle him.

Violence may solve the problem, but killing the king he raised in public would mean Team Plasma's demise is not far off.

If we really have to take action against N who has slipped out of control, we should at least strip him of his kingly status first.

It's beneath you to even speak a word to a nobody.

"Your Majesty, return to your rightful place."

Quixote's blood-red eyes were cold, and the scepter in his hand created an extremely oppressive aura, attempting to force N to bow his head.

N shook his head and said, "I need a reasonable explanation."

"Even if the price of explaining is that Barbena and Holina will be burned to a crisp?"

Quixote sneered. He really didn't have time to argue with N, so he broke the unspoken understanding between the two of them: "Are you sure you still need my explanation?"

When N emerged from the remote forest and stood here, it meant he had stepped onto the opposite side of Quixote.

Therefore, Quixote did not hesitate to use the cruelest methods to force this out-of-control doll back on track.

N's pale green pupils showed a look of entanglement and struggle.

Quixote's smile grew even more cheerful as his childhood friends Barbena and Holina bound N.

He doesn't think monsters have the concept of family affection; it seems N is unwilling to shed the human skin he uses as a disguise.

"Our king, are you going to stand by and watch the treacherous villains lead Team Plasma to destruction?"

Xinshan couldn't sit still any longer. The moment he asked to see N and incited the other captains to gather, he should have been on the gallows.

If N is threatened and then gives up, then he can find a place to jump off the bridge.

Below the steps, a large group of team members watched as their king confronted the leader of the Seven Sages across the distance.

They couldn't help but think of the same question—if the king broke with the pope, who should they follow?

"So you've been lying to me this whole time?"

N clearly sensed the immense, burgeoning ambition pulsating within Quixote's chest.

Do you truly agree with the ideal of liberating the elves?

His gaze seemed to penetrate one's soul.

Quetzs loathed those sinister eyes that seemed to see right through people, and he roared, "What kind of king are you who hasn't even had the ceremony?"

"If you want to rebel against me, obtain the legendary power first, then we can talk about anything else."

The idea of ​​using force to suppress the protests crossed Quixote's mind. Suddenly, Smura leaned close to him and whispered, "We have reliable intelligence that the police and the Champions are approaching Black City."

"Adek?"

Quixote scoffed, “He’s too old; he might be able to fight him.”

"No, it's Galarian Champion Dante who's here."

Smura wiped the sweat from his brow: "That one can be described as young and strong."

"How could it be the Pill Emperor?"

Quixote couldn't believe it.

“I don’t know either, but he did raid your apartment ten minutes ago and capture the body double.”

Smura couldn't understand why Leon would appear in the Unova region.

"Time is running out."

If the situation had been under control before, Quixote suddenly had a premonition of impending doom.

"Grab N!"

Quixote flicked a series of Poké Balls from his waist, causing flashes of white light.

In any case, the key to unlocking the legendary power must never be leaked.

"Lord Quixote, please reconsider!"

Rhodes and Geralt, both members of the Seven Sages, simultaneously released their spirits and shouted to dissuade him.

You two are traitors!

Smura was so angry she jumped up and down.

Aside from the missing Asura and the demoted Smura, half of the remaining four sages chose N.

"Our king, please leave this place and do not put yourself in danger."

"You two, stop the insane Quixote!"