RNP Chapter 631 What are you doing?
Chapter 631 What are you doing?
Chapter 631 What are you doing?
The man yawned as he spoke and left.
"Creselia's feathers?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Cynthia’s eyes. Cresselia is an extremely rare legendary Pokémon. How could its feathers be so abundant?
Apart from Darko who appeared earlier, she hadn't seen Cresselia anywhere else.
Natsume approached a dozing coyote, examined the feathers on its neck closely, and his lips twitched slightly.
The texture and color of those feathers... were clearly just ordinary bob feathers, dyed in a variety of colors with inferior dyes.
"It's fake," Natsume said succinctly to Takeran.
"Fake?" Zhu Lan also took a closer look. As the champion, her knowledge was naturally extraordinary, and she quickly saw through the deception.
"Using dyed Bobo feathers to impersonate Cresselia's feathers, and selling this kind of thing at a time like this, really!"
The two exchanged a glance and both realized the problem.
This is not just a scam, but more likely an important clue as to who is exploiting people's fears.
Perhaps these guys are somehow related to the nightmares I'm having?
Natsume looked at the phone map again, his pupils contracting slightly as he watched the little red dot representing Kudo move in the same direction as the old town area that the passerby had vaguely pointed out "might sell feathers."
"Darkdo has also discovered the problem with the feathers, and he's tracing the source," Natsume immediately concluded.
"Let's follow them!" Zhu Lan made a quick decision.
The two quickened their pace, traversing increasingly dilapidated streets, and finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse district on the edge of the old town.
According to the location data, Dacto is located near one of the largest warehouses.
There was a small stall set up in the open space in front of the warehouse.
A person wearing a large hoodie, whose face was completely hidden in the shadows, was sitting quietly behind the stall.
On the stall were those colorful "Creselia Feathers," and next to them stood a crooked sign that read: "Nightmare Buster, Divine Feathers Protect You."
Strangely, the stall owner didn't say a word, just sat quietly.
When a few weary-looking citizens approach to inquire, a mechanical, emotionless voice will announce the price from below the stall: "One hundred thousand — one."
The whole scene had an indescribable eeriness about it.
What alarmed Natsume even more was that the red dot representing Darko on the phone map was clearly parked near the warehouse entrance, but when he looked around, he couldn't see Darko anywhere.
"Where are the Dak people?" Zhu Lan also noticed the anomaly and asked in a low voice.
Natsume did not answer; his sharp gaze swept over the silent stall owner and the area beneath the stall emitting the mechanical sound.
A powerful telekinetic perception quietly spread out.
"Disguise." Natsume snorted and gestured to the large Dragonite beside him.
"Smash that stall."
With a low roar, the giant dragon flapped its massive wings, instantly overturning the simple stall with a powerful gust of air.
Feathers flew everywhere.
"Waaaaah—!"
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A slightly panicked scream rang out. In the instant the stall was overturned, the figure of the "stall owner" twisted and rippled like water.
Beneath the hoodie, a cunning and slightly annoyed Zoroark was clearly visible.
Below the stall, there was hardly anyone, only an old smartphone taped to a wooden board, with a modified Pokémon translation app running on the screen, playing preset text in a mechanical voice.
"It really was it that was causing this!" Zhu Lan immediately realized.
"Scream!" Zoroark let out a shriek as his disguise was exposed.
Suddenly, more than a dozen Dark-type Pokémon, including Politoed, Feraligatr, and Murkrow, sprang out from the shadows of the warehouse and the surrounding ruins.
They all wore those fake feathers around their necks, and surrounded them with fierce eyes, covering Zoroark's rapid retreat into the depths of the warehouse.
Natsume did not order a pursuit; his attention was drawn to the old cell phone that was still playing a mechanical voice.
He stepped forward, picked up the phone, and looked at the familiar, rudimentary translation software interface on the screen—an icon he had named "Meow Meow"—and couldn't help but twitch his lips.
This software... is the Pokémon translation software that I submitted to the League back then, which automatically logged into the Pokédex of every trainer and became widespread.
I never expected that these Dark-type Pokémon would use it...
Natsume's lips twitched slightly as he held his phone and turned to look at Takeran.
Are Dark-type Pokémon from the Sinnoh region really that intelligent?
"Um... I think someone must have been behind this." Zhu Lan touched her nose.
"Okay—hmm!?"
Natsume suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
A figure emerged from the shadows.
"Hmph, looks like someone beat me to it."
Suddenly, Dakdo appeared silently not far behind them.
He was still wearing that long black trench coat, collar turned up, hands in his pockets, his short white hair fluttering in the breeze.
His dark red pupils swept over the messy stall and scattered fake feathers, and a faint, disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
His Darkrai hovered beside him like a shadow, emanating an unsettling aura.
"Dakto? Where were you just now?" Zhu Lan frowned slightly; she hadn't noticed his presence at all.
"I just observed from the sidelines who were behind these little tricks."
Dakdo spoke calmly, but his gaze was sharp as he looked toward the direction where Zoroark had disappeared deep inside the warehouse.
"It seems that the one who created this chaos is nothing more than a rabble hiding in the shadows."
His words were filled with absolute confidence and disdain for his opponents.
Seeing Darko's completely confident demeanor, Natsume spoke again, calmly suggesting, "It seems we share the same goal. Mr. Darko, now that we've found this place, why don't we cooperate? It would be more efficient."
This was the first time Dakdo's gaze truly landed on Natsume, his eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny and a hint of condescending indifference. He gently shook his head, his tone distant yet firm: "Cooperation? Not necessary."
"I can handle tracking down a Zoroark that's good at disguising itself and resolving the farce it caused all by myself."
"Bringing unrelated people along will only slow me down."
His words were crisp and direct, categorizing Natsume as someone who "might be a hindrance," and even seemingly excluding Ran from the list of "necessary partners."
In his eyes, perhaps only legendary Pokémon and absolute strength are worthy of attention; ordinary trainers, even those who are fellow champions, are unlikely to catch his eye.
After saying that, Darko ignored Natsume and turned to Ran, nodding slightly as a greeting: "Champion Ran, I'll handle the trouble here. You don't need to worry about it."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation, took Darkrai with him, and chased after him into the depths of the warehouse with steady and swift steps. The hem of his black trench coat drew a neat arc in the air, and his figure quickly disappeared into the dim shadows.
As Takeran watched Dark's departing figure, she sighed softly and smiled helplessly at Natsume: "That guy has always been like this."
Natsume's face remained expressionless, he simply gave a faint "hmm," seemingly unsurprised by Darko's attitude and unconcerned. He looked down at his phone screen, where the red dot representing Darko was moving rapidly inside the warehouse, its direction clear, pointing directly to Zoroark's retreat path.
"Let's follow them and see," Natsume said to Takeran, his tone still calm.
Zhu Lan nodded in agreement.
Instead of following Dakdo's route, the two chose a parallel passage and silently infiltrated the depths of the warehouse area, intending to observe the situation from the side.
The warehouse was dimly lit and filled with discarded crates and machinery, with the air thick with the smell of rust and dust.
Natsume and Ran cautiously made their way forward, using the obstacles as cover.
On the phone screen, the red dot representing Dakdo moved extremely fast, demonstrating his determination and efficiency in tracking him.
However, just when Natsume thought that Darkrai would advance triumphantly and strike at the heart of the enemy, a sudden change occurred.
On the phone screen, the red dot representing Dakdo, which had been moving steadily and quickly, suddenly accelerated without warning.
It wasn't the kind of autonomous pursuit and acceleration, but rather... being forcibly dragged and moved at high speed by some enormous force.
The red dot streaked across the complex map area inside the warehouse in an almost straight line at a completely illogical speed, shooting off in a fixed direction.
"What's going on?!" Zhu Lan also noticed the anomaly on the map and exclaimed in surprise.
Natsume's pupils contracted, and he immediately stopped in his tracks, staring intently at the screen.
"Dakto might have... been attacked and kidnapped?"
Natsume speculated.
After a dazzling series of rapid movements, Dakdo's red dot finally...
Suddenly, it perfectly overlapped with several other red dots on the map that he was extremely familiar with—the red dots representing the middle-parted hair, Tyranitar, Moltres, and Hoopa.
Natsume:
"???"
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What are you guys doing?