20demayo Chapter 653 Natsume's Script
Chapter 653 Natsume's Script
Chapter 653 Natsume's Script
Just then, the door to the intensive care unit was gently pushed open.
Darko walked in silently. His gaze swept over Natsume, who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and the man with the middle parting, before landing on Cresselia, his eyes questioning.
"Lord Dream God, what's his condition?" Dakdo's voice sounded somewhat hoarse.
Cressia relayed her previous perception to him again.
Upon hearing this, Dakdo's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
He stood there silently, his gaze lowered, shadows obscuring most of his face.
But inside, a storm was brewing.
All the nightmare energy converged within him...
A dark thought, one that even he himself found somewhat shameful, uncontrollably surfaced:
What if—what if Natsume and his strange Pikachu never wake up...
If their consciousness is completely swallowed and assimilated by this immense nightmare energy...
"So, the unclaimed Nightmare Cleric..."
His gaze unconsciously drifted to the ordinary Darkrai that was quietly following beside him.
A burning desire ignited within him.
perhaps...
"...The opportunity has arrived?"
He quickly suppressed the thought, trying to maintain a calm expression.
But Zhu Lan still keenly caught the fleeting, strange light in the depths of his eyes.
She didn't point it out, but simply sat back down in her chair, clenched her fists, and looked at Natsume with a determined gaze.
"He'll be fine."
Zhu Lan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable conviction.
"He never does anything he's not sure of. If he dares to do it, he must have his reasons."
"All we need to do is... believe in him and wait for him to wake up."
And indeed, Natsume will wake up soon.
However, the noise of waking up was a little loud...
It was dark all around, with stars scattered across the sky and silver light falling on the earth.
On the ground, countless small black balls clustered together, staring in astonishment at the new space they had suddenly arrived in.
Their senses told them that this was not the nightmare space where they originally lived.
This place is much larger; rather than a small nightmare scene, it's more like a vast, magnificent world.
"Heh heh..."
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No nightmare demon would ponder why it was there, or why there were so many of its kind gathered here.
They cannot think, they have no capacity to think, and they will soon dissipate.
Nightmare material from memories is the greatest nourishment for dream demons; once separated from it, no dream demon can survive.
The nightmares' bodies began to become transparent, and their size continued to decrease. Their originally scarlet pupils turned into an extremely pale pink.
Suddenly, they became restless.
"Heh heh!"
"Heroic One"
"Hehehehe!"
As if by unspoken agreement, all the nightmares, like fish about to die of thirst, encountered a torrential downpour, abruptly raising their heads to look at the sky.
As if grasping at a straw, all the nightmare demons stared at the sky with fanatical expressions.
There... lies the nightmare material they depend on for survival, a profound sense of fear.
This fear was immense, as if... as if the very world they inhabited emanated from it.
My name is Natsume.
Of course, this is my name in this world.
I come from another place, a place that is "home" to me.
Arriving here was an accident, or rather, the beginning of a scam.
An entity calling itself "the System" told me that as long as I can create the legendary ultimate weapon—Rotom-Amazing Mech—in this Pokémon world.
I will then gain enough power to tear through space and time and return to my original world.
Come back home.
This thought, like an inextinguishable flame, burned in my heart.
I threw myself into it like crazy, studying it day and night.
From the most basic Rotom properties to the complex energy circuit engravings, and then to the structural mechanics of the massive machine... I am like a greedy sponge, absorbing all the knowledge of this world.
Dr. Oki's research institute became my library, and historical sites around the world became my source of inspiration.
I even "borrowed" the power of legendary Pokémon: Ho-Oh's divine authority and Killer Bee's time travel...
Everything, everything, is for that one and only goal.
The process was arduous, with countless failures and countless restarts.
Explosions in the lab were commonplace, and the pain of the energy backlash was unforgettable. But I never wavered.
Watching each component transform from blueprints into reality, and hearing the hum of the energy core when it first lights up, the sense of accomplishment surpasses any championship title.
I could almost see the road home unfolding in the glow of the completed mecha.
Finally, that day arrived.
Six giant Rotom machines, each with a unique shape and containing terrifying power, were assembled in front of me.
When the last piece of armor was put together, and when the energies of the six attributes resonated perfectly and merged into one in the core, the world paled in comparison.
The Rotom-Homecoming mech was born.
It stands tall on the earth, as if a god has descended.
With a wave of his hand, mountains crumbled and the ocean boiled.
Legend has it that Pokémon pale in comparison to it, and everything else is as insignificant as ants.
Standing atop the mech's skull, overlooking the world, I felt an unparalleled sense of power and the ecstatic joy of returning home.
I initiated the time-space jump program.
Energy converged, space distorted... and then, nothing happened.
Please develop Pokémon that break through the limits of the world.
The cold voice kept echoing in my mind.
At that moment, I was stunned.
Immediately following was a surge of overwhelming anger.
I've been tricked! I've been completely used! The ultimate Pokémon I poured my heart and soul into creating was just a joke?
A key to the house that can't be found?!
After the anger came a chilling despair that seeped into my bones.
All my hard work has gone to waste. In the eyes of others, I am incredibly successful, but only I know that it was all for naught.
Why isn't this considered breaking through the world's boundaries? Do we have to find Arceus's true form and fight it?
The "Homecoming" train is no longer just a symbol of hope for returning home; it has become a powerful weapon for my conquest.
With overwhelming power, I absorbed all the remaining members of the evil organizations in this world—Team Rocket, Team Galaxy, Team Magma, Team Aqua...
They were combined and given a new name—the Rainbow Rockets.
I am the sole leader.
My goal became clear and brutal: to find Arceus.
Based on my speculation, Arceus, as the creator god, is slumbering at the origin of the multiverse.
A portion of the energy flow that destroys Pokémon worlds and returns them to their origin will eventually flow into Arceus itself.
If I destroy enough worlds, I can locate Him like a tracking beacon!