After looking at the news content for a while, Kairos roughly understood the ins and outs of this so-called Ghost World.
Generally speaking, it was a special space that existed independently from reality, containing a large number of Ghost-type Pokémon.
In recent years, just as Litwick had described, the Ghost Pokémon inside had sohow begun rioting, with groups of them escaping into the real world from ti to ti, causing injuries to people and damage to cities.
According to the news, they left the Ghost World through special passages that connected the two realms, appearing in the real world.
Such passages were distributed around cities in various regions, and there was a sizable Ghost World passage near Viridian City, where he was currently located.
Seeing this, Kairos understood why Litwick had suddenly appeared in his room.
It seed Litwick had probably erged from the Ghost World passage near Viridian City.
He closed the news interface and searched further, finding that the Ghost World passage near Viridian City had shown anomalies two days ago.
The League had therefore increased security around nearby cities, even dispatching elite trainers to support Viridian City against the riots.
Even so, so small towns near Viridian City had been attacked by Ghost-type Pokémon, though fortunately, there were no casualties.
Similar situations were occurring worldwide, and with increasing frequency.
Kairos clicked his tongue—it seed this Pokémon world wasn't completely peaceful either.
Fortunately, with the League's presence, ordinary citizens' safety could still be sowhat guaranteed.
Speaking of which, his luck was pretty good too—the Litwick he encountered was actually a Ghost-type Pokémon that didn't want to harm humans.
The more Kairos thought about it, the luckier he felt. He took out another can of Pokémon food from the cabinet and opened it for Litwick.
"Eat as much as you want, I've got plenty. If you want to change flavors, just tell —money's no problem for us."
Litwick nodded in seeming understanding and buried his head in the food.
anwhile, Kairos watched him, lost in thought.
Regarding becoming a trainer, he really wasn't interested.
His current inco from making gas was enough for him and several Pokémon to live happily.
But this Ghost World news reminded him of one thing—the world he was in wasn't entirely safe.
To live peacefully, having the ability to protect oneself in ergencies was important.
With that in mind, his gaze fell on the five "Miraculous Candy Gift Boxes" in his system inventory.
—Why not just use all these candies on Litwick?
After all, Litwick was his only Pokémon right now, so only he could use them—they couldn't be given to others like the other five sets.
After brief consideration, Kairos decided to hold off for now, not rushing to feed them to him.
According to the ga's chanics, this item had different effects based on a Pokémon's current level—the higher the level, the better the effect.
And Litwick was still in his developntal stage. Using all the Miraculous Candies at once would be sowhat wasteful.
Better to wait until he grew a bit more… then feed them to him.
With that thought, Kairos stretched and headed to the bathroom.
It was getting late—ti to wash up and sleep.
Tomorrow, he'd set out with Litwick.
Night deepened.
The lights throughout Viridian City dimd, and the city fell quiet.
Everything looked peaceful and serene.
However, at the city's edge, dozens of kiloters away in a suburban clearing, a massive deep purple whirlpool was suspended in the air, constantly emitting black mist that quickly dissipated, looking ominous.
Around the whirlpool, dozens of trainers wearing League uniforms watched it intently, their expressions both grave and fatigued.
Clearly, they had been guarding it for so ti.
Beside them stood powerful Pokémon one after another.
Leading them was a woman with long, dark blue hair.
"Everyone, please stay alert. Today should be the last night of this Ghost World tide. Once any Ghost-type Pokémon appear from the passage, subdue them imdiately!
"I know you're all very tired, but whether for protecting citizens' safety or for the rewards the League is giving us, we must push through this final mont with all our strength."
Her latter statent was obviously more effective than the first. As soon as she said it, everyone's eyes lit up, they straightened sowhat, and looked up at the whirlpool.
Most of these people weren't official League trainers but had been temporarily called in due to the ergency.
For them, the reason they stood here was purely the generous compensation the League offered.
Just then, the whirlpool suddenly began shaking rapidly, with deep black mist pouring out!
Wailing howls arose, sending chills down their spines.
—Sothing seed about to erge.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
At the sa ti, in the Ghost World.
This was a gray space with neither sun nor moon. The black earth was dry and cracked, stretching endlessly.
Under the crimson canopy, a figure erged from a shadow on the ground.
It was a man wearing a mask and cloak.
He pointed forward, and the surrounding air shattered like bubbles, revealing the place's true appearance.
—A deep black coffin dozens of ters high stood quietly before him.
It was wrapped in countless golden, wrist-thick chains, with dense incantations on its surface flickering with faint light.
All of this… seed to be binding whatever was inside!
Above the coffin was a massive claw mark… bearing fresh red traces that made one shudder.
The cloaked figure glanced at the coffin and raised his hand again. A golden magic circle burst forth beneath his feet.
The symbols and patterns matched those on the coffin, but the light was more dazzling and carried a sacred aura.
The man carefully checked the surrounding magic circles. After confirming everything was correct, he stared at the coffin for a mont, sighed softly, and turned to leave.
The air beca blurry and distorted again, concealing the massive coffin.
But just as the last piece of void closed…
A barely perceptible sound rang out.
"Crack."
—Sothing had broken.
The next morning.
Hoenn region, Rustboro City.
Today had rare good weather. Roxanne pushed open the doors of Rustboro Gym, looked up at the clear sky, and her mood imdiately brightened.
—Weather like this was perfect for slacking off.
Today should also be a day without challengers, right?
Thinking this, she prepared to move a lounge chair out from the gym to sunbathe and spend the day leisurely.
But then she noticed sothing wrong.
She was surrounded by a large crowd of trainers—dozens of people!
—Why were there so many people at Rustboro Gym's entrance today??
The mont they saw Roxanne, they sward up, raising Poké Balls and Pokédexes, competing to challenge her:
"The gym's open!! I'm first!"
"I was here first!"
"Please accept my challenge first!"
"Miss Roxanne, can I challenge that Lileep and Archen?"
"Yeah, let us see!!"
Roxanne: ???
Archen?
Lileep??
What were they talking about??
At the sa ti, in the Sinnoh region.
Cynthia was in a good mood because today she had rare free ti with no ergency missions.
Naturally, she would use it to advance in Erald.
As usual, she started her live stream, then launched the ga.
Tens of thousands of viewers imdiately joined.
Whether it was her imagination or not, ever since she started streaming Erald, her viewer count had been significantly higher.
—It seed everyone was interested in this ga too.
"Good morning everyone, it's Erald again today."
She smiled and greeted the chat, but froze at the ga's notification popup.
She hadn't expected the ga to update again last night…
This update's content was enhancing CG realism?
Cynthia's expression beca strange.
When watching that Regirock CG sequence yesterday, even her consciousness had been deeply drawn in.
And now this update said it had further enhanced that realism?
What would that be like?
Suppressing her curiosity, she read the second update notification, understood the content, and opened the rankings.
A series of prompts appeared about weekly ranking rewards and indicators.
Like Iono, Cynthia wasn't interested in rewards.
She only wanted the ga creator's contact information.
After skimming the prompts, Cynthia checked the progress of other players.
She froze.
The player ranked first wasn't her account "Strawberry Ice Cream," but "Dragon Types Rule."
That incredibly familiar na—she'd recognize it even if it turned to ash.
When did Lance start playing this ga??
And… how was his progress faster than hers??
She checked Lance's profile:
[NO.1 Dragon Types Rule]
[Current Ga Progress: 2 badges, arrived at Slateport City beach.]
[Current defeated NPCs: 35]
[Current team: Fletchling, Pidgeotto, Grubbin, Magikarp, Horsea]
[Registration ti: 19 hours ago]
[Play ti: 18 hours 50 minutes]
The live stream erupted:
[Registration ti… equals play ti? Dragonite, you crazy guy]
[Too insane, he probably only slept 10 minutes ago.]
[You can tell he really loves this ga]
Seeing the nearly identical play and registration tis, Cynthia suddenly felt relieved.
No wonder his progress was so ridiculous… he'd powered through an afternoon, evening, and all-nighter.
Even sleeping just 10 minutes ago…
"Tsk, this guy."
She shook her head.
Clearly an Elite Four mber, yet still capable of such childish behavior.
But then, that was exactly the kind of thing Lance would do…
Well then, ti to reclaim first place!
Cynthia's gaze sharpened as she entered the ga.
Originally, she'd wanted to fish, but considering last night's fishing experience and her need to catch up, she boarded Old Man Hachi's boat to Slateport City.
Slateport was a coastal city connecting to Mauville City in the Hoenn region.
It was full of harbors, with cruise ships arriving daily.
As Old Man Hachi's boat docked, Cynthia thanked him and walked up the beach.
After a few steps, several trainer NPCs with exclamation marks appeared to challenge her.
As before, their difficulty wasn't high. After Cynthia defeated them, her team's overall level increased by two.
In this ga, even Pokémon that didn't participate in battle gained most of the experience.
Now, Ludicolo was level 22, while Grovyle and Stufful were both level 21.
Just as she was about to leave the beach…
A figure jogged up to her.
He wasn't tall, with purple hair, dark sportswear, and an unsmiling, cold expression.
"I saw you defeat quite a few trainers. As my target today… You'll do just fine.
"So… prepare to battle!"
Amid rousing music, Poké Ball icons flashed—the battle was about to begin!
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