Pokémon, but cultural invasion

During the few days that Padia accompanied the strange tree on its sightseeing trip, he thought about many things.

Is he prepared if a Magnemite suddenly appears?

My heart is filled with anxiety, yet also with hidden hope.

This is a simulator game, which, as usual, stitches together many similar works from its predecessor, making it a complete Frankenstein's monster.

But at the same time, Izumi also wanted to add something of his own.

From birth to death, he hopes that players can simulate a person's complete life during the game.

He typed a few lines of text.

"Life is a journey of no return. What kind of life do you want to live?"

"Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh... even the far reaches of the world's edge, from obscurity to the pinnacle of the world, all you need is the company of Pokémon."

"Trainer, breeder, coordinator, gym leader, training center... No matter what path you choose, the soil you nurture with your hard work will eventually bloom into magnificent flowers."

"Birth, growth, love, childbirth...and ultimately withering away, may you have no regrets in your life."

The game is exceptionally large in scale.

Quanshu chose a 2D pixel art style similar to Stardew Valley, and wrote the copy himself, with Polygonus handling the editing.

Given the incredible number of side quests, this is definitely a daunting task.

But it's worth it, because the game's content is more exciting than you might imagine.

"Hey, what did you bring home?"

Black Sunflower walked over carrying a Rotom surrounded by blue translucent plasma and with an orange core.

He said irritably, "This guy was trying to play a prank by manipulating the refrigerator, but luckily I caught him in time."

"Otherwise, all the pastries I hoarded will be ruined."

"No, Loto~"

"Loto Camel hasn't done anything bad yet~"

Izumi glanced at Rotom in its initial form; mischief was in the nature of most Ghost-type Pokémon.

"Then I'll leave it to you to educate it properly. Rotom is one of the main characters in the next movie."

"Rotom...starring?"

Gastly thought that Izumi-ki's choice of Arcanine as the main character was groundbreaking enough, but it didn't expect there to be another master.

It had heard the script; it seemed to be a love story between Polygon and Rotom.

"For more than two thousand years, humankind has become increasingly unrestrained in its pursuit of self-expression."

Gastly grabbed the trembling Rotom and chuckled, "Good boy, learn some manners from your master."

"No, Loto!"

"How can a Gastly talk? Does that even make sense, Roto?"

Chapter 204 A Small Meteorite, a Visitor from Space

"Revenge, revenge against that green dragon covered in yellow rings."

In the dark night, a small meteorite, encased in a thick gray shell, opened its eyes. Who was speaking?

The purple core inside illuminated the hall, making Izumi, who was fast asleep on the folding bed, frown and change position to continue sleeping peacefully.

The cores of the Little Meteorite Clan come in seven colors, with purple being quite common among them.

But the little meteorite clearly remembered that its core used to be yellow, until that cataclysmic war broke out.

A colossal black shadow stretching across the sky devoured the fleeing tribesmen. One of the creatures was grazed by the shadow's claws and fell from the clouds.

Not only that, some foreign object crashed into its body during the fall, and even now that foreign object is still inside its core.

The foreign object was a deep purple gemstone, as deep as the vast starry sky, which caused a change in its core color.

After landing, the small meteorite was in terrible condition, dazed and confused, and had no energy left to deal with the gem inside its body.

After several weeks and as the situation improved, it remembered to expel the foreign object, but the gem was already tightly attached to the core and could not be removed.

The gem had no effect on the little meteorite, which was focused on returning to space and left it alone.

Then one night, the gem spoke.

"who are you?"

The gemstone's mysterious power allowed it to communicate directly with the mind of the small meteorite; it vibrated:

"Who I am is not important; what is important is that we have a common enemy."

"You want revenge, don't you? Go and defeat the powerful creature that hovers in the heavens and end the suffering of your people."

The core of the small meteorite flickered on and off; if one were to ask it honestly, not a single day would it not yearn for revenge.

Every single one of the countless small meteorites that had witnessed something similar to it was devoured one by one like cookies by this terrifying being.

It's impossible not to have thoughts of revenge.

“Revenge requires strength. Your race is too weak. Even if you fight with all your might your whole life, you will never be able to catch up with them.”

"Only I can give you the power to defeat the dragon."

The little meteorite was not overwhelmed by the sudden surprise; it lived on the ground for six months.

Its daily routine of returning to space in the morning, conducting combat training in the afternoon, and watching the evening news sets it apart from its ignorant and foolish counterparts.

It knows the simplest truth—there's no such thing as a free lunch.

"So what is the price for gaining power?"

The purple gem's answer was almost cold: "Continuously accumulate energy within this body, and then revive me."

"You and your body will become my nourishment. When I am reborn, I will inherit this will and go down the Sky Dragon."

During the battle... the little meteor suddenly realized that it understood the origin of the gem.

Before the Sky Dragon came to prey on their people, a brief but fierce battle broke out between outer space and the atmosphere.

For those few minutes, the sun and moon dimmed, and the stars lost their light.

"Were you the loser in that battle?"

The purple gem remained silent for a moment. If it had won, it wouldn't have had its core destroyed by the Sky Dragon.

“I have no ill intentions toward this planet; I have only come here to find my companions.”

"When we left the atmosphere with our companions, we were attacked by Him and ended up here."

Little Meteor couldn't help but wonder, if this guy couldn't even beat the Sky Dragon in its prime, could it really defeat it after being resurrected with its help?

Seemingly sensing its doubts, the gem sneered: "The Sky Dragon and your race have an intractable problem, destined to be mortal enemies."

"According to my observation, all the meteorites that He swallowed were refined and then stored in a triangular organ."

"That triangle contains enough energy for Him to evolve again, so you are not only food for the Sky Dragon, but also fuel for His evolution."

"If you want to stay on the ground and eke out a living for the rest of your life, then I have no objection." "After all, in a sense I am already dead and cannot interfere with your decision."

"To fight or to flee, it's up to you."

The fuel for evolution... The secret was revealed, and Little Meteor finally understood why the Sky Dragon was chasing them relentlessly.

Even though there are countless delicious foods on the ground, He insists on chasing after a group of minerals formed from dust.

The Sky Dragon recklessly took the lives of countless small meteorites simply to evolve again.

"I didn't understand before why my brother was eaten by the dragon that day."

The little meteorite was relieved; its purpose in returning to the ozone layer was to reunite with its kind.

If its people are eaten, even after returning to space, it will still have to live in constant fear and hide from the dragon.

Then there's no point in going back to space.

"Give me strength."

Countless days and nights passed, and the little meteorite never seemed to escape the memory of the day it crashed to Earth.

Its deep claw marks still remain on its shell, a testament to its unwavering resolve: "I will drive the Sky Dragon from this world!"

The gem admires the little meteorite's do-or-die determination and courage; if this weak race must have an individual to shoot down the dragon.

It should be it, and it can only be it.

"Starting tomorrow, I will go in search of energy."

The core of the small meteorite no longer rejected the purple gemstone; the two merged, and the purple light illuminating the hall gradually dimmed.

A few seconds later, a terrifying aura flashed by.

Gastly emerged from the wall and stared in surprise at the sleeping Meteorite on the cabinet.

What's going on with this thing?

A sudden realization dawned on me; only today do I truly know who I am.

Another toy I could freely manipulate has disappeared. Why are there so many monsters after leaving Maiden's Gorge?

Gastly is really worried. Could it be... that I'm not a genius?

...

The next day, Quanshu got up and stretched comfortably.

I spotted Little Meteor still sleeping on top of the cabinet; it's rare to see it not disturbing anyone's peaceful sleep.

After he had breakfast, he set off for Golden City, followed by Naz.

After filming Tiga ended, Nobuhiko returned to the dojo to rest for several weeks. Then, his master, Asahi, took him to the Galar region to attend a ceremony for their lineage.

Nobuhiko's two apprentices stayed with the crew, working primarily as stuntmen and doing odd jobs as well.

"Izumi-ki, Alola~"

A-Che sat at the entrance of the stadium with a grin and greeted, "It's been more than ten days since I last saw you. Why do you look so pale and weak?"

"Don't talk nonsense, where did you learn that verbal tic?"

"It wasn't even a blind date arranged by my mom."

Thinking of the big, dark-skinned woman who ate so much, Ache said dejectedly, "She's said to be a wealthy businesswoman from the Alola region, owning several mines."

"Being famous isn't a good thing either. In the past, people wouldn't have looked up to me."

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

The two of them walked and talked.

Inside the No. 2 Gymnasium in Tingxiang, there is a rusty, yellow garbage recycling bin with sand and gravel piled at the bottom.

"It's hard to find places with mountains of garbage in movies, but it's easy to build a cozy little home for WALL-E."

Looking at the strings of LED lights strung up in the recycling bin and the wall cabinets crammed with all sorts of small items, Quanshu sensed the meticulous work ethic of the props team.

Chapter 205 WALL-E's Happiness

"Mitsutsugu is processing the Eva mecha sent by the research institute. He'll use Ditto as a substitute until he finishes."

Sitting on set, with her legs crossed, Miyajima Minami Asahi Izuki waved.

A-Che: "Anyway, there aren't that many Rotoms. A lot of robots in the later part of the movie will rely on Ditto and special effects."

The spring trees circled around the garbage recycling bin, a truly perfect recreation of the scene.

Although it's not quite the same as he remembered, it's generally correct and the style is right, so there's no need to nitpick over the details.

"During the actual filming, a green screen was laid out around the perimeter, and the background was left to calm calculations."