Pokémon Dream Walker

After returning home.

The single scabbard clamored to go to the dream world.

Shang He originally wanted to think about something, but he felt too tired after a bumpy night, so he went to sleep as he wished.

In the ancient mansion, an elf appeared again, and it turned out to be a big-mouthed baby.

After several confrontations, Shang He roughly deduced its strength level based on the moves it mastered, which was approximately between level 35 and 40.

Kind of awesome!

At the same time, just like the Dragon King Scorpion, it is very suitable as an opponent with a single scabbard.

Shang He did not intend to fight quickly, and gradually reduced the frequency of command, letting Du Sword Sheath use his sword skills to constantly deal with Big Mouth Baby.

The Single Sword Scabbard lacks everything and has the best training environment. The only thing missing is combat experience.

"Fortunately, there is an old mansion, otherwise I might have to go to Yacar Forest often..."

Shang He sighed with emotion.

Half an hour later, the single scabbard sent a signal - "That's it", and Shang He allowed it to end the battle.

After Big Mouth Baby was defeated, a mass of unknown energy disappeared, and was absorbed and digested by the scabbard like experience points, making his momentum even more powerful.

Through these few days of trying, Shang He roughly figured out the rules of spawning monsters in the ancient mansion.

——It’s just irregular, refreshed completely randomly, and the strength of the elves is variable, once every 24 hours.

Shang He made a bold guess.

——Perhaps these are all unlucky guys caught randomly in the dreams of many creatures!

He has another guess.

According to the principle of conservation of energy, after those unlucky ones wake up, their strength may be inexplicably reduced by a small amount, because a small part of their "strength" has entered the belly of the single sword scabbard.

If the Single Sword Scabbard loses in the battle, something bad may happen to him.Of course, this has not happened so far.

The ancient mansion is like an arena where everything can be mortgaged. The winner takes all and the loser is embarrassed.

Of course, the above are just guesses.

Shang He knew very well that if he could not master the dream world, he would never understand its secrets.

How to control the dream world?

Can any elf do it?

Neither the God of Dreams nor the God of Nightmares can control the dream world.

The level may just be equal to oneself, with the power to play with dreams, and the dream world controls all dreams in the world.

Are we [Admins]?

Yes, a very appropriate description. Maybe this is the "duty" of myself and the Twin Dream Gods.

"The legendary elves can live forever, can I do it if I work hard..."

Shang He sat under the tree and muttered.

Eternal life is the eternal pursuit of mankind, and even Shang He is not immune to it.

……

Coming out of the ancient mansion, the single scabbard slipped into a real dream to figure out the secret of the holy sword.

This should be the last time for me to gain enlightenment in a while.

Because he has no jade to release.

The detective agency must be opened as soon as possible to help customers complete their "commissions" and realize the vision of eating two fish.

Leaning on the dream tree, Shang He recalled his revenge steps.

He laughed at himself: "The Poison Gang is probably still staring at me. My old house is really attractive to them..."

"Will the white team take action?"

Shang He shook his head: "I'm not sure. I'll go to the port street tomorrow to have a look, but remember to be careful and you won't make a big mistake."

"There is a dog-headed military strategist in the Fierce Poison Gang. His very clever tail-cutting survival method has made the police department's clues cut off by the man in black robe, making it impossible to continue the investigation."

"After that, as long as he disappears for a while, there is a high probability that he will survive this incident."

"Oh, I just don't check some things if I can't find them. This is a common workplace routine..."

"We still have to rely on ourselves!"

"Ahem... From now on, I will be a superhero, the executioner of Manhattan, and the eternal nightmare of gangsters!"

After making the second declaration, Shang He felt uninterested and his head quickly cooled down.

Torture yourself and ask: "What do the Poison Gang think of me?"

"They can probably... no, they will definitely be able to find out that I am pursuing them, and they will probably choose to eliminate me as an uneasy factor."

"The single scabbard is so recognizable!"

"Last night, Bao Bao was raped and witnessed by more than ten people. Baidu Blight can get my information from them."

"If I communicate with the Fierce Poison Gang again, I will definitely be able to use the scabbard to lock my identity."

"..."

After thinking about it, the result is nothing more than silence. Sooner or later, it will happen.

"But they certainly don't dare to come over openly."

"I don't dare to come right away."

"Probably you'll let me be cool for a while and then kill me after the storm has passed, but you want to kill me quietly in the city?"

"Haha... I'm just talking nonsense!"

Shang He put himself into the perspective of the Poison Gang and thought of other possible methods.

"Or, they will wait until I leave the city and go to the wilderness before taking action..."

"There are many trainers who disappear in the wild every year. It would be normal for me to be attacked by wild elves and die. At that time, there will be no one to inherit the old house, and it will belong to the municipal department, and will be operated by the white team personnel. , a high-quality asset worth tens of millions is newly released.”

"Even if you need to take care of things in the middle and stuff money and bribes here and there, you can still have 500W left, right?"

"Tsk tsk..."

Shang He is very clear about the valuation of his property.

The house he lived in was very comfortable.

The front and back yards have unique scenery, with gravel courtyards, landscaped bamboo bushes, and pond pavilions... Although it is Japanese style, it can barely show some hometown flavor.

It is still the ancestral home of the original owner.

Therefore, no matter how difficult his life was, Shang He would never sell his house, nor would he allow others to rob him of his nest.

"Tsk, tsk... Speaking of which, meow, I'm tempted by this. This is a business without capital!"

……

day.

Shang He went to the streets to look for shops again, again targeting the commercial district near the port street. He knew the importance of a good store.

There were many suitable empty storefronts, but it was a pity that he was so poor that he couldn't afford the long-term rent with the scraps of money in his pocket.

Failed.

In the evening of the next day, Shang He rushed to the port street on time.

On the spacious street, a van was parked on the side of the road, with its two side walls propped up flat to look like a stage.

Speakers were erected on both sides, playing exciting rock music.

The area around the truck stage was crowded with people, most of them holding number plates in their hands.

Shang He frowned and had no intention of squeezing in.

The scabbard of the single sword circled around him, with impatient words written all over the sword, and the ribbon shook wildly in a ventive manner.

There is no doubt that it definitely wants to kill these noisy cicadas with its sword.

When Candlelight Spirit faced this situation, he had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge with his single scabbard.

Shivering.

Jumping from your shoulder to your head, this seems to make it feel integrated with you, and it will not be hacked to death by a single sword scabbard that is not pleasing to your eyes.

Shang He felt that he was about to be knocked unconscious by the scabbard of the single sword, so he quickly held it down.

"Okay, just wait a little longer and wait for the results, then we can go home."

Like an ancient swordsman, he stood upright with his sword in his arms, the single scabbard now at ease, and occasionally brushed his chin with a ribbon.

……

"Wish for a million? Can you really give me 100 million? Is it reliable?"

"I don't know. Look at the excitement. I don't have a number plate."

"It should be true. I saw this car getting off the freighter a few days ago. It came from the Carlos area. It is said that it is following the will of an old count and traveling around the world to help trainers achieve their goals. desire."

"Helping the trainer fulfill his wish? No wonder you need to get the number plate through the elf battle."

"Haha, from what you said, it seems to be true. If I get the lucky spot, I will definitely change to a bigger house!"

"Look at your little profit, I got this money to move, to the Galar region."

The white-collar man said mysteriously: "Let me tell you a secret, the Galar region is developing rapidly, and there are opportunities everywhere. If you work hard, you can live a prosperous life. In the next ten years, the Galar region will definitely be able to Become the best league in the world!"

Behind the crowd, Shang He listened with his ears pricked up and couldn't help but look up at the white-collar man.

Damn, there are so many smart people in Hezhong?

Some time ago, a doctor persuaded me to buy a house in Ripple Town; now there is another white-collar worker who encourages me to move to the Galar Alliance...

A major league with elf competition as its industry is probably on its way now, and its future development is indeed excellent.

Shang He fell into thinking again.

Being in a strange and different world, he always has to recall his past life memories to deepen his understanding of the elf world.

Someone nearby started shouting impatiently.

"You all said you were helping the trainer fulfill his wish. How could the organizer satisfy your selfish life needs?"

"That's right, this is a subsidy for trainers. If you want to rely on your wishes to improve your living standards, you'd better stop daydreaming!"

"I will use this money to travel in Hezhong, win the Eighth Avenue Pavilion on the way, and finally win the championship in the league conference!"

"I want the show crew to give me a one-headed dragon!"

"I heard that Bankiras live in Ross Mountain. I will use this money to ask a bounty hunter to take me into the mountain. I will conquer Yukila!"

……

"Haha, you'll be in trouble. You'll probably be eaten by the bounty hunter without any bones left."

Shang He complained in his heart.

The person who just made the bold statement was a kid who had not yet suffered the beatings of life.

Under Yukira's temptation, make the bounty hunters behave?It's like forcing a tiger to look at the chicken and eat the cabbage.

Suddenly, the crowd's noise level rose again.

Shang He looked up and saw that the organizer had already appeared on the stage. He was a middle-aged gentleman in a suit.

"Gentlemen!"

"Girls!"

"Thank you for coming and allowing our [Millions of Wishes] project to proceed..."

The eloquent opening statement lasted about three or four minutes.

They mentioned in the middle that their original intention of holding this event was very different from what someone said before.

——From the Kalos region, sponsored by an old count, no one needs to pay anything.

At least that's what it sounds like on the surface.

Soon after, we finally got to the point. The staff moved in a machine, and the number on the display screen stopped at "000".

"No more wasting time, the next step is to witness the lucky moment!"

The middle-aged host held the microphone, stretched his neck and shouted excitedly, his face turned red, completely destroying his image of a gentleman.

But at this time, no one cared about this.

"start!"

With a loud shout, the middle-aged host slammed his fist on the button, and the numbers on the display jumped rapidly.

"The whole audience is counting down to tens!"

"ten!"

"Nine!"

……

The atmosphere in the whole place was ignited, and everyone counted down with shouts at the top of their lungs.

It attracted the attention of people on the boat and upstairs;

It startled a large group of long-winged gulls squatting on the pier.

……

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Bang!

The middle-aged man's fist hit hard again, the machine trembled twice, and the numbers on the display froze.

"This lucky guy, he is..."