Pokémon, but cultural invasion.

The image of the previous security guard packing up his belongings, carrying his clothes and water bottle, as he left flashed through my mind.

Read more books!

Larry has always been a tenacious person; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so determined to become a trainer.

So, he took his senior's advice to heart and rushed into the city center library.

What is he trying to do?

Wanlong was baffled. Although she was a novelist, she couldn't understand why people would run to piles of books whenever they encountered a problem.

Especially the sight of Larry with a white headband, full of energy drinks, and engrossed in his studies.

This is common during finals week for college students on Earth, but it's practically unheard of in the Pokémon world.

Even a poor soul hypnotized by a Ghost-type Pokémon is nothing special, right?

In the dim light of the exhibition hall, the hushed whispers of the visitors could be heard.

Only Cynthia considered a possibility.

She opened her eyes wide—no way!

"The Tyrannosaurus Rex, a king who lived a hundred million years ago, prided itself on its invincibility and acted like a king..."

"Fossil pterosaurs had a fondness for amber..."

Larry kept flipping through the information on the museum exhibits.

"Haize, a member of the Zero District expedition team two hundred years ago, wrote down his experiences in the Book of Zhu Zi. Later, because the contents were too bizarre, it was treated as a joke and became a ghost story..."

He was like a sponge, absorbing knowledge with all his might in the limited time he had.

Amidst the tense and upbeat music, Cynthia's fingers gradually clenched, mesmerized by her own guess.

Reading may not solve problems, but it can help you find ways to solve them.

If she guessed correctly.

Following his senior's advice, Larry plans to thoroughly study historical myths, identify the weaknesses of the corresponding characters, Pokémon, and items, and then formulate a targeted plan.

By utilizing historical knowledge, we ultimately return to history itself.

This is...so romantic.

It was the ultimate romance that Cynthia, as a relic investigator and mythologist, could not have imagined.

The gradually intensifying musical notes stirred her heartstrings.

Cynthia finds it hard to describe her current feelings to anyone, as she has never felt this excited and joyful, not even after defeating the reigning champion.

What no one had ever imagined—the ultimate romance belonging to historians—is gradually being realized on the big screen.

This technique is specifically designed for scholars, and it is especially effective for Cynthia, who has a great love for studying the myths and histories of various places.

When Wanlong was puzzled, she suddenly noticed that Sister Zhulan next to her was fidgeting in her seat from time to time.

what's the situation?

Where did my champion-style, aloof, and mature Zhu Lan go?

Who is this guy gripping the handrail with a dazed look in his eyes?

In other words, the spring tree cannot see this scene.

Otherwise, he would definitely sigh and say, "Sigh, liberal arts students."

Chapter 72 Teacher Quanshu is composing an immortal and magnificent epic.

At eight o'clock at night, the twilight faded in Yuhong City.

Larry, fully armed and carrying a shoulder bag, walked into the museum to the accompaniment of upbeat background music.

The first thing he did was to have Eevee climb onto the ceiling and cover the eyes of the aerodramus with a black cloth.

He then went up to the second floor and waited in front of the "Silhouette of Xicui Area" booth.

A group of people washing greenery surrounded Nian Meilong in various poses. A girl named Xiao Zhao stood in the corner, and Larry could hardly believe that he had spoken to her just last night.

But when the eternal flower of the temple began to bloom, a miracle occurred.

The exhibits were given life and gradually came to life.

Waking up from a long dream, Nian Meilong's first reaction was to jump off the stage and rush in the familiar direction.

Seeing this, the people washing greenery were not to be outdone and were about to give chase, but Larry stopped them.

"Gurgle, gurgle?"

Their hunt was interrupted, and as the dragon ran further and further away, they were clearly angry.

"This farce should end now."

Larry took a red and white ball from his waist, pressed the knob to enlarge it, turned around and threw it forcefully at Nianmeilong's back.

Years of experience in throwing the ball have made him incredibly accurate.

The Poké Ball landed precisely on Goodra's head, releasing a red light and capturing it inside.

"Ding...ding...ding...dong!"

Larry strolled out, bent down to pick up the ball, and showed it to the savages in a 360° circle: "Modern technology, kid."

A low chuckle immediately broke out in the theater.

Using modern technology to subvert and defeat the ancients—this peculiar idea has never been conceived before.

The group of people washing jade were immediately astonished. The sticky dragon they had been chasing for so long had just been captured like this?

They stopped running around the museum and squatted down around the ball, studying it curiously.

"You've become smarter." Xiao Zhao seemed very satisfied with his change.

"You really don't look like a jadeite washer."

Unfortunately, Larry didn't have time to investigate further; he had to deal with two major problems on the first floor.

The fossil pterosaur remained quiet for a moment because of the black cloth covering its eyes, but it didn't last long.

The monstrous Jaw Dragon had awakened and was staring at him menacingly.

Larry took out a golden crown.

He bowed humbly: "Ancient kings, to appease your anger, I wish to crown you."

To treat the ancient creature that considers itself a king with the courtesy due to a king.

Larry broke out in a cold sweat, but the Monster Jaw Dragon was actually falling for this trick.

It let out a low growl and allowed Larry to put the crown on its head, without launching another attack.

The pterosaur with its wings outstretched saw the amber on Eevee's back.

Larry resorted to his old trick, producing a bunch of cheap handicrafts that looked like amber to appease the fossil pterosaur.

Inside the museum, his lavish performance began.

The headless dinosaur was easily lured back to its original position; the scythe-horned dinosaur caught its prey, but when it opened its mouth, it inhaled a powerful sedative; a small inflatable pool gave the dinosaur turtle a great time, and a few handkerchiefs were enough to keep the archaeopteryx spinning around.

"As you know, I've always been a fan of the Book of Zhu Zi, and your experience isn't fabricated..."

With tears welling up in his eyes, Hai Zhe took off his glasses and kept wiping them: "They all say I'm a liar."

Larry patted him on the back: "People are always foolish. Everything will pass."

After comforting Hezer, he rushed to the wax museum, transforming into an emotional harvester for scholars and celebrities.

"You are my only conscience, my last line of defense, my only remaining reason, my destined philosophical thought..."

The audience below the stage couldn't stop laughing, because he said that to everyone.

The chaotic museum is back on track under Larry's guidance.

He was wearing boxing gloves, and his final stop was the sandbox of "Reality and Ideal".

The dense rain of arrows was completely blocked by his gloves, and Larry easily took away the leaders of both armies with two fingers.

"Guys, we need to talk."

Outside the sandbox, reality and idealism still clash.

Larry sighed, "Why can't you all get along?"

When this is mentioned, Li Xiang is furious: "He's pessimistic, rigid, and unambitious."

He scoffed, "He's stupid, impetuous, and out of touch with reality."

It seems that the two ideas will not change because of a few words, and Larry has no intention of doing so.

He realized this when he accidentally entered the sandbox last time: the best way to unite the two forces within is to have an external force.

He said fiercely, "I'm not pretending anymore. I'm actually here to destroy the Dark Giants of the Unova region."

Larry threw the two back onto the sand table: "Your current defenses are useless to me. I'm only giving you one night to build the sand table. If you don't want the United States to be destroyed, then hurry up and struggle to the death."

The two armies immediately reconciled and began constructing joint defensive fortifications.

After doing all this, Larry breathed a sigh of relief.

Modern museums, while not necessarily perfectly organized, at least have something to do with each exhibit.

Just when everyone thought everything was going smoothly, a loud bang suddenly came from the temple that housed Xerneas and the Flower of Eternity.

...

Wanlong stared at the big screen, stealing a glance at Cynthia beside him every now and then.

As time went on, her condition not only did not improve, but continued to worsen.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were unfocused...

It wouldn't be accurate to say she was simply happy; if Wanlong had to describe it, it would be a sense of satisfaction.

"Sister Zhulan, what's wrong? Cheer up!"

What if he has a fever?

Out of concern for her health, Wanlong could not stand idly by.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little too excited."

Unable to contain herself, Cynthia looked up at the screen and exclaimed, "The great Izumi-sensei is writing an immortal epic in the world of historical films!"

"This is a love letter to all historians."

Wanlong: ?

What does it mean?

My Zhulan sister isn't like this. How are you going to compensate me for making such a mess of the spring tree?

...

Larry followed the sound to its source and was shocked to find that the ultimate weapon, which had been enshrined in the temple and emitted a seven-colored light, was nowhere to be found.

He strode to the tree and confirmed that the eternal flower embedded in the center of the tree had indeed vanished into thin air.

"What happened? Was it taken by one of the exhibits?"

Larry paced back and forth anxiously, deep in thought.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dull thud was heard, and Larry was struck hard on the back of the head.

He stumbled and fell to the ground.

In the horizontally positioned shot, a Meowth carrying a baseball bat strolls over and snatches the Poké Ball from his waist.

"Who...are you?"

Larry fought off the dizziness. He saw not only Meowth, but also two suspicious people who appeared to be trainers.

"Since you have asked so sincerely, we will mercifully tell you."

A male and a female voice rang out: "To prevent the world from being destroyed, to maintain world peace."