Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Akroma began to feel restless; it had been more than ten days since his last study.

If the other party wanted to see him, they should have come long ago within a week.

Unless... the other party had no intention of seeing him at all, or simply forgot about it.

Akroma patiently waited another week.

He felt a deep sense of fear: if the other party never remembered him, wouldn't he have to stay in this dilapidated villa for ten years or more?

Akroma tried to articulate his demands in front of a camera in the living room, requesting a meeting with their backers.

However, his attempts were like throwing stones into the sea; breakfast, lunch, and dinner were still served on time.

The only things entering and leaving the villa were a few bags of household garbage.

"No, he can't do this to me..."

Akroma's appearance was no longer refined; his once neat slicked-back hair was now marred by a few messy strands of sideburns.

Sometime later, the clock on the wall broke, and the television stopped displaying the time.

Akroma could only guess based on the fixed programs on TV, until one day all the channels changed their schedules.

Unable to perceive time, he had no idea how long he had spent in the villa.

There were more than thirty marks carved on the wall halfway through.

The excruciating pain of being unable to conduct research was driving Akromar to the brink of madness; he was on the verge of collapse.

His golden age, when his intelligence, physical strength, and willpower are at their peak, is being wasted; his life is being squandered.

Akromah hysterically roared in front of the monitor and tried to break the glass with a chair to escape, but to no avail.

He even considered the possibility of dismantling the only electronic devices—the television and the remote control—and modifying them into a computer.

Until a report was delivered to the villa, hidden under a dinner plate.

[On the impact of shared dream states on the bond between Pokémon and Trainer]

The topic and content of this report have nothing to do with Akromma's research. He doesn't believe in the vague concept of bonds, so naturally he won't research it in the direction of trainers.

But Akromah, like a parched land receiving rain, watched with great eagerness.

He clung to the report like a drowning man grasping at a straw, muttering incessantly, "Dream smoke?"

"This is unreasonable... there are flaws in the experiment... the data is problematic..."

He picked up a pen and, with his monstrous intellect and intuition, sniffed out the flaws in the experiment.

From that day on, the daily multi-page reports became the lifeline for maintaining Akromma's rationality.

His restless research desires and the cathartic release of his brainstorming were emptied on the manuscript paper attached at the end of the report.

Old reports are sent out before new reports are received.

Gradually, Akromma stopped caring about the time etched on the wall.

He also discovered that the daily reports were beginning to include some of the ideas he had previously put forward, which delighted Akromma.

This continued until one day, when there was no draft paper under the plate.

"Where's the lab report?"

Akromah yelled through the delivery window, "Where's today's report?"

He pounded on the wall angrily, never expecting a response.

But this time a muffled voice came through: "You've caught up to the latest stage of our research. The experiment takes time, and there won't be any reports in the next few days."

Akroma was taken aback when he heard the first words spoken since entering the villa.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, but he was completely unaware.

This is probably the only chance to escape this living hell.

"Please, let me go out and do research."

"I can do anything."

...

The long-sealed door was opened, and the chubby Dr. Orange Dream appeared in the doorway.

He frowned: "You're really willing to do anything?"

Akroma saw a glimmer of hope, tears streaming down her face, pleading, "Let me do research, any kind of research, as long as it's research..."

Seeing his crazed state, Chengmeng felt a pang of pity.

Imagine how Izumi-ki tormented even the most brilliant geniuses who could deduce experiments solely from written reports.

But he is a wanted criminal with a criminal record and does not deserve sympathy.

"Since you have this awareness... then congratulations."

Orange Dream turned to the side, revealing the spring tree that had been waiting for her.

He smiled like a farmer at harvest time, and said, "Welcome to the Tingxiang Research Institute."

[Multiple female leads] [Wings don't get knotted!] [Peach-filled] [Pokémon]

……

[This week's superpowers have been updated]

Freljord

That day, Li Mingfei and Cynthia brushed past each other.

……

Li Mingfei never imagined that he would one day fall in love by sheer chance.

The opponent is still the Sinnoh League Champion, Cynthia.

That day he said, "I won't eat your rice for free; I'll earn money through live streaming to support you."

That day she replied, "Okay."

At that time, he was just a greenhorn who had just transmigrated.

Aside from his dirty tactics, his fondness for playing in the Baby Cup, and his tendency to pontificate, he doesn't seem to have any real skills.

Aside from the fact that the elves were all incredibly competitive, they managed to push Li Mingfei to the top of the world's strongest while he wasn't paying attention.

Sigh, this life. It seems like all I can do is drift through life.

.........

However, it seems that Pokémon isn't the only one experiencing intense competition.

"You're really good at making money, huh? How many girlfriends do you support?"

A group of female trainers surrounded them, and their eyes looked strange!

"...This, this isn't right. I just wanted to make friends with everyone, why did it turn into a battleground?"

"Gardedor, Ursaring, how did you two get in here too!"

What do you want to do?

Don't lift it!

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Chapter 202 Rotom-Kid with the Poké Ball and Dragonite

On the first day back to work after the annual leave, the Tingxiang Research Institute had an extra person who was both crying and laughing in front of the instrument panel.

"What's going on with this guy?"

Zheng Hui, who had just returned from Manjin City and given his gambling-addicted father a lecture, felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of his father's maniacal laughter.

"Of course, it's a new colleague."

Cheng Meng remained calm and composed, sipping her coffee: "If you weren't crazy, what kind of researcher would you be?"

"After all, in this line of work, talent is everything."

Talent is everything... Zheng Hui wholeheartedly agrees.

Undeniably, the original sin of researchers is mediocrity.

"Dr. Orange Dream, I didn't expect you to have Rotom. Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Quanshu fiddled with a small, red cell phone.

The phone has a prominent lightning bolt symbol at the top and a pair of blue eyes and a smiling face on the back.

"Because Orange Dream is forgetful, Loto~"

A slightly mocking electronic voice came from the phone.

"I was also shocked when I heard that the village was recruiting Rotom trainers."

"As for your question... well, I am, after all, a PhD."

Cheng Meng opened a discarded document on her computer and explained, "Most professors will specifically try to capture Eevee and Rotom."

"The former's multiple evolutionary forms and the latter's ability to switch between various forms depending on the machine it is attached to both have great research potential."

"Research findings on these two are also evergreen in the academic community."

The discarded document on the screen opened, and a picture of a silver-gray sphere popped up.

Izumi raised an eyebrow: "Is that a Poké Ball?"

The curved sphere in the picture exposes gears and complex internal core components; it is unpainted and looks like a semi-finished product.

"Strictly speaking, it is a type of Poké Ball, and it was also a scrapped project in my graduation project."

Orange Dream, with his stubble-covered round face, recalled his glorious past.

"Studying the Eevee track was too complicated, so I chose to study Rotom's form as my graduation project."

"Rotom can enter washing machines, microwave ovens, lawnmowers, electric fans, and refrigerators and transform into different forms because of the special motors inside them."

“Young people are always ambitious. I have big ambitions. I want to reconstruct a Rotom form with a special motor as the core.”

"I named it the Poké Ball Rotom."

Zheng Hui was amazed by the wildly imaginative ideas.

He frowned and asked, "Does this special Poké Ball still have the ability to capture Pokémon?"

"That's right, even stronger."

Orange Dream was also proud and excited about the success of the Rotom Poké Ball.

"Rotom can bind any wild Pokémon if it wants to, until the Poké Ball is destroyed from the inside."

"A weak Pokémon cannot destroy a Poké Ball, and a powerful Pokémon needs time to destroy it. It sounds perfect."

"Unfortunately, I cannot break through the Poké Ball's underlying code, so the capture function only works on wild Pokémon."

"The compatibility between the Poké Ball and Rotom is also problematic. It cannot maintain the Poké Ball form for a long time or use any moves, and its flexibility is vastly different from that of the other mainstream forms."