Chapitre 109: Chapter 109

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As the Whitebeard Pirates and their company entered Pokémon Island and faced the boundless prairie before them, all were uniformly struck dumb.

Even Newgate's eyes widened, his mouth agape, momentarily forgetting the Happiny hanging on his beard.

"Hey, hey. Is this for real?"

Marco wiped his forehead where no sweat existed.

"The truth is right before our eyes, isn't it?"

Jozu, although surprised, quickly became distracted by a few small Pokémon nearby.

These kids had previously been seen at the Hatchery; he hadn't expected to see them again.

"This world... no, it's another world altogether now, I guess. This universe is far bigger than we imagined."

Vista placed his hand on his hip, only to grasp at air.

He then remembered that Old Man had instructed them all to leave their weapons on the ship.

Old Man trusted the Mystery Hatchery House, believing they wouldn't attack and wouldn't allow the Navy to do so on their turf.

"Vista is excited, huh."

Thatch, ever the relaxed one, was slightly surprised but mostly thrilled, casually draping an arm around Vista.

"Ah, I'd like to see the level of swordsmen in other worlds."

Vista nodded, a smile spreading across his face, "And I'd also like to see what level I can perform at now."

When Vista said this, everyone fell silent.

They were all top-tier fighters at sea, naturally aware of their own current capabilities.

"At most... probably just a bounty of tens of millions in the Four Seas."

It was Izou who spoke, his dual guns less demanding of physical prowess than other captains.

"I might be at a few million level."

Blamenco clenched his fist, then looked towards the nearby fishman, "How about you, Muel? You should be stronger than the average person, right?"

"No, it's about the same, a few million. But if there's a lot of water nearby, I could probably reach tens of millions."

Muel shook his head but then looked ahead, "There should be a sea or a huge lake up front, the wind blowing from there is very moist."

"Don't just stand there, sons, let's go see what the Mystery Hatchery House has to offer."

Newgate snapped back to reality and took the lead, walking ahead with his sons.

As for whether his sons might feel rebellious at such a time, Newgate never considered it.

He trusted Dak, an outsider, so why wouldn't he trust his own sons?

But soon, Newgate encountered a roadblock.

"Munch~."

The young Munchlax opened its mouth wide, pointed at its throat, then rubbed its belly.

Clearly, it wouldn't move without food.

"Hey, Munchlax, stop messing around, the boss will beat you up if you keep this up."

The guide tried to pull the little Snorlax away, but to no avail.

"Hahaha, too funny, here, try the new Pokémon food I've been working on. Happiny likes it a lot."

Thatch came from behind, pulling out a biscuit and handing it to the Munchlax.

Munchlax tossed it into its mouth, chewed twice, and its eyes instantly lit up.

It shared the Normal type with Happiny, so if Happiny liked the food, there was a good chance Munchlax would too, barring any significant difference in personal taste.

"Munch~"

Munchlax immediately hugged Thatch's leg, clearly intending to cling to him.

"Hey, what are you doing, acting all spoiled."

Thatch tried to shake his leg free but couldn't!

His strength was suppressed, and he couldn't handle the weight and strength of Munchlax. At this moment, Thatch truly understood how powerful Pokémon could be to those weaker than themselves.

Remember, this Munchlax was just over a month old, a lazy creature that, until now, did little more than eat and sleep.

"That, guest, according to our leader, Munchlax might have taken a liking to you."

The nearby guide explained.

"Ha? I'm not getting married."

"?"

Slap!

"Baka!"

Newgate couldn't help it; he slapped Thatch on the back of his neck. If his strength hadn't been suppressed, Thatch would have been laid flat on the ground from the hit.

"He obviously wants you to be his trainer, idiot."

Marco rolled his eyes at Thatch, perplexed at how such a simpleton had managed to earn the favor of a Pokémon.

"Is that so? Do you want to go with me?"

Thatch laughed upon hearing this, thinking it wouldn't be bad to have a little glutton Pokémon by his side to help him taste test his food creations.

After all, the taste preferences between humans and Pokémon could be quite different.

"Munch~"

Munchlax nodded without hesitation.

"Alright, alright, let's go!"

Thatch wasted no time, pulling Munchlax along as they continued forward, leaving the other Whitebeard Pirates speechless.

Then came Mihawk.

Silently, he walked on until they reached the grand tournament venue.

And then, the world's first batch of Pokémon trainers arrived.

"Feeling it?"

Sengoku had just entered this world, and his first action wasn't to focus on the affairs of this world, but rather to look to his side at Karp and Zephyr.

"Same as in the Hatchery, it suppresses a person's strength to the range of an ordinary person."

Zephyr had also noticed this and was carefully observing the surroundings.

Clearly.

"Quack!"

Just then, Garp suddenly made a sound like a duck's quack. Everyone turned to see Garp's mouth wide open, a long stream of snot flowing out.

"What are you doing?!"

Sengoku had had enough of his antics, unsure what Karp was up to this time.

"This place is simply wonderful. If I could spend my free time lying here in the sun, eating senbei, and watching Luffy and the others play, it would be the perfect vacation life!"

Garp shook his head, his saliva nearly dripping, already reveling in the prospect of such a life, "Sengoku! I'm resigning! I'm going to live here from now on."

"Idiot! Stop talking nonsense! This is the Mystery Hatchery House's territory, how could they possibly let you stay here forever!"

Sengoku clenched his fists, barely holding back from punching Garp.

But admittedly, he might not be able to beat Karp right now.

"Mr. Garp's idea isn't bad at all. After I retire, I might consider it too, try to buy a permanent residence here from manager Dak. Given his way of doing things, as long as there's enough Belly, it shouldn't be difficult to buy such rights."

Kuzan deeply agreed with Garp's idea.

If everyone from the pirate world came to such a place, where the gap in strength wasn't so vast, the world would surely become much more peaceful.

Such a world was too wonderful to even imagine.

"What if this Mystery Hatchery House takes this opportunity to take us out? Right now, we don't have the strength to fight back."

Sakazuki was somewhat wary, looking at the nearby guides and the Pokémon on the ground.

At this point, he might not even be able to beat the seemingly harmless Pokémon lying around.

How could he feel at ease under such circumstances?

"I think there's no need to worry that much. A power capable of creating such a place probably no longer harbors any designs against us in the Navy."

Borsalino saw things more clearly than Sakazuki.

As the most level-headed of the three admirals, if anything was amiss, he would have been the first to run, not still casually strolling on this grassland.

"That's right, so far, everything the Hatchery has done involves money and Pokémon, they have no need to take us out, and Dak's attitude seems to lean more towards justice."

Tsuru agreed with Borsalino's view.

This time, the Navy's doves and neutrals were on the same page.

"The power of Pokémon hasn't been weakened, if we want to ensure our safety in this world, we'll have to rely on our Pokémon partners. Clearly, this world crafted by the Hatchery is meant to elevate Pokémon's status in the hearts of their trainers, their talk of creating a Pokémon era wasn't just for show."

Whiskers stroked his beard, watching the Pokémon at the back of the group voice his opinion.

With the Navy's strength suddenly diminished, some were unable to control their energetic Pokémon.

Like that Tauros, who, seeing the prairie, couldn't help but start sprinting, his trainer hanging on his back still unable to restrain him.

It was only with the help of other Navy members and Pokémon that they managed to calm Tauros down.

"Hard to imagine what this world will turn into, but based on the current situation..."

Sengoku looked down at the grass beneath his feet, tiptoeing slightly.

"Ah, I understand what you mean. When people's strengths are similar, many considerations arise in their minds, making them hesitant to act rashly, even someone like Sakazuki wouldn't just strike at a pirate in this world."

Zephyr murmured beside Sengoku, only those close like Tsuru and Garp able to hear their conversation.

"That way, this world would become much more peaceful. Those villains without the aid of Pokémon couldn't achieve much, and someone like Dak wouldn't hand Pokémon over to a bunch of reckless villains."

Tsuru's thoughts also quickened, having known her old friends for so many years, how could she not understand the intentions of Sengoku and Zephyr?

Even the usually dopey Garp was silent at this time, his eyes flickering with an indescribable light.

(End of Chapter)

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As the Navy procession reached the grand tournament venue, everyone came to a unanimous stop.

They surveyed the majestic field arranged in a tri-star configuration and the cluster of buildings shimmering with rainbow hues across the lake.

Sengoku couldn't stay calm and pulled aside a nearby receptionist to whisper urgently.

"How much did all this cost?"

"We're not sure, the boss never told us, but I guess it must be at least a billion Belly."

The staff member looked somewhat bewildered but quickly grew proud.

A billion Belly—something unimaginable to him!

Sengoku, however, just smirked. As the current head of the Navy, he was well aware of the value of a billion Belly.

Not to mention the colorful porcelain buildings, just the kilometer-long arch bridge nearby might cost a billion Belly to construct.

"What is that place? Can we go in and take a look?"

Sengoku knew he wouldn't get much out of these folks, so he asked instead.

With over an hour left until the opening match at eleven o'clock, they had plenty of time to check it out.

"Sorry, that's not possible."

The staff member promptly refused.

The leader had already emphasized that it was the Pokémon League's headquarters, off-limits to non-League personnel.

"Let's go, then."

Sengoku nodded and continued towards the tournament venue.

The others didn't seem to mind, but Sakazuki appeared slightly irritated. Who dares to obstruct the Navy in their duties?

But remembering that the Mystery Hatchery House wasn't a den of pirate villains, and the Navy had no right to force an investigation, he calmed down.

Besides, with his current power, even dealing with this lackey in front of him would take some effort.

As Sengoku led by the staff into the spectator seats, he stopped dead.

Because he recognized a group of familiar faces.

"Whitebeard?!"

Sakazuki was the first to shout, raising his fist and striking the air.

His fist glowed briefly red.

He then remembered, this was the Hatchery's territory, and no one here could start a fight; everyone had to follow the rules.

"What's that magma brat up to? Is that some new greeting on the high seas?"

Whitebeard and his crew were quite far from the Navy.

Although the Navy had numbers on their side, the Whitebeard Pirates weren't intimidated, knowing well that the Hatchery would deal with troublemakers.

It was like being guests on Whitebeard's turf, and they were obligated to ensure their guests' safety.

"Doesn't look like it, should Marco and Jozu respond?"

Izou, with his keen eyesight, could see the hostility on Sakazuki's face.

"Alright."

Marco raised his chin and lifted a hand, fully activating his Phoenix Devil Fruit powers.

Then, a purple light glimmered on his fingertips.

Seeing this, Marco's face twitched.

"I'll pass."

Jozu glanced at Marco's fingers and then shook his head.

At best, he could produce a bright light, which would hardly be visible in broad daylight and would only be more embarrassing.

Elsewhere.

"The audacity! They dare provoke us! Let's go smash them up, even if our strength is suppressed, we have more people. It's the perfect chance to keep Whitebeard here permanently."

Sakazuki was furious. When had he ever tolerated such humiliation?

"Calm down, Sakazuki! This isn't the open sea, look up."

At this moment, Sengoku spoke up.

Sakazuki first glanced at Sengoku, noticing cold sweat on his forehead.

He then looked around and saw that Garp, Kuzan, and others were also staring blankly at the sky.

Subconsciously, he too looked up.

Miles of white clouds obscured the blue sky, seemingly hiding nothing.

But within a second, a shadow hundreds of meters long emerged from the clouds, its true form unclear, but one thing was certain—it spelled death if provoked.

"Is that a Pokémon too?"

"It must be."

"Remember what Dak said, this world was created by a Pokémon."

"What kind of Pokémon could be so massive, when even the likes of Sceptile and Darkrai have such power, how strong must this one be?"

"Pokémon size doesn't correlate with power, remember, a newborn Onix is huge but is still afraid of a baby Marill."

"Even so, with the size of that Pokémon in the sky, it's definitely not ordinary."

The Navy wasn't really panicked because they knew they wouldn't be attacked.

They were just shocked to see such a massive Pokémon and began discussing among themselves.

"Let's go there."

Zephyr quickly recovered and pointed towards a direction opposite the Whitebeard Pirates.

Thus, the Navy's ranks headed that way.

When they sat down, they suddenly realized there was another faction present in the spectator seats.

"Hawkeye."

Tsuru noticed but quickly diverted her gaze.

Mihawk's dealings with the Mystery Hatchery House were hardly a secret, so his presence was not surprising.

"This field is really big."

Borsalino sat with his legs crossed, looking at the battle area below and the Whitebeard crew, which seemed like mere specks in the distance.

Such a battlefield, capable of accommodating two thousand troops, was to be used for a few Pokémon battles?

Regarding this, Dak could only say that the Navy would understand in time.

Pokémon battles were never just simple 1v1 duels.

Double battles, team fights were all part of the competitions, just not shown in the animations.

Likewise, effects of Earthquake, Blizzard, Sandstorm, Rain Dance, Sunny Day, Grass Terrain, and other wide-range moves and abilities weren't depicted either.

As people from the Navy discussed what they had seen and heard along the way, even Sengoku and Tsuru were whispering about some plan, making the time pass not so slowly.

Close to ten o'clock, five mysterious individuals in cloaks took their seats in the spectator stand, opposite Mihawk.

Now, the seating was divided into four sections.

Navy.

Whitebeard crew.

Revolutionary Army.

Shichibukai.

As ten o'clock approached, everyone's attention shifted towards the entrance.

Next would be the arrival of numerous prospective trainers who had purchased Pokémon in Water Seven City.

The Whitebeard crew and Mihawk were probably just there for the spectacle.

But for the Navy and the Revolutionary Army, it mattered a lot.

Outside the tournament venue.

Every person entering Pokémon Island had two reactions: either stand agape or scream in astonishment.

Doflamingo and Morgans, both big shots from the underworld, were seen walking together, at least somewhat familiar with each other.

"Hehehe, this is too extravagant."

Doflamingo, excited by everything he saw, had initially been uninterested in the invitation to Pokémon Island. His Donquixote family was busy plotting over celestial gold and had no time for shows.

But then, he had handed the Crescent Feather to Senor Pink.

When he visited Senor Pink's room at midnight, seeing his tough family member tear up in his sleep, muttering apologies and regrets, tightly holding the gradually dimming feather, Doflamingo knew he had to make a trip with the Yuki Yuki no Mi and a billion Belly.

The Mystery Hatchery House was not just any powerful force; it was an extraordinary organization beyond 'normal' bounds, wielding powers other than Devil Fruits.

He needed to know more about the Mystery Hatchery House.

At that moment.

Doflamingo finally understood what kind of existence the Mystery Hatchery House was.

Wasn't this just another world's Celestial Dragons?!

No, they had surpassed those powerless fools.

Controlling the power of an entire world, developing it according to their whims, playing all people within their grasp.

Doflamingo envied Dak immensely.

He too wanted such power and status.

He too wanted...

To stand above the heavens!

Morgans had no time to worry about Doflamingo's reactions; he brought three cameras, fearing today's events wouldn't be enough to capture.

His fingers were nearly flying off from pressing the shutter.

When he saw the tournament venue and the League headquarters, he literally crowed with excitement.

Around ten-thirty, Doflamingo and Morgans entered the spectator seats, sitting near but still some distance from Mihawk.

Other ordinary spectators were quite dispersed, mostly gathered around the Navy and Revolutionary Army areas.

Few dared to sit near the Whitebeard Pirates, as they were all ordinary people and didn't feel the bodily changes; the world's suppressive effects were ineffective on them.

Their inherent strength was even lower than that of Newgate and others after suppression.

By eleven o'clock, the spectator seats looked quite filled.

The entire venue buzzed with excitement, voices everywhere discussing passionately, unable to stop sharing their experiences.

One could imagine, once these people left Pokémon Island today, the story would spread across the seas.

The Mystery Hatchery House would once again surge to the pinnacle of public discourse.

Surely more people would come to the Hatchery to buy Pokémon Eggs, even wondering how to enter Pokémon Island to see for themselves.

Some wealthier individuals in the audience began speculating on how much it might cost to buy permanent residency on Pokémon Island from the Hatchery.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to our Pokémon Island!"

As people discussed, the central screen in the tournament arena started showing images and sounds.

But hardly anyone watched the screen.

Because all eyes were on the man floating in the center of the arena.

The man with the microphone and green hair.

"I'm Dak, the manager of the Mystery Hatchery House! Delighted to meet you all!"

Dak floated in mid-air using psychic powers and gracefully bowed to the surroundings.

"I know many of you are filled with questions, but please be patient. Before the exhibition match starts, let me explain."

"About the story of another world."

(End of Chapter)

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