“The enemy's defense exceeded expectations; we failed, retreat immediately!”
“To be fair, he played pretty well, but this is Douying, so I can only say that my little cat brother needs more practice.”
“Are the average commanders in the bullet comments 100,000 stars?”
“eight treasure congee planner, I know you're watching the live stream, quickly nerf the shield dogs in the large battlefield.”
Zeraora put down the mouse, preparing to ponder why his cat life had encountered such things as shield dogs, but suddenly a team invitation popped up.
It was a random teammate from the previous match; he didn't know why he was inviting Zeraora.
Zeraora accepted the team invitation.
“My Driftwood is Dead” joined the team.
“Bro, are you even human? My eighty-year-old Old Lady plays better than you. Seriously, if your brain isn't working, don't come and mess with people. You TM kept charging forward with your Water Gun to hit his shield when you saw a shield dog. Go to the hospital and get your brain checked…”
“Ora ora ora!” (What the heck are you yelling about! You didn't enter the point to kill anyone, you just kept sniping with that broken sniper rifle from the back, you dead sniper, how dare you complain!)
Zeraora was triggered by the random teammate from the previous match, and his pent-up anger erupted.
Unfortunately, the person on the other side didn't understand what Zeraora was saying. Instead, he realized that Zeraora was not human, but rather the extremely popular creature on the internet that could play eight treasure congee.
As if he had found a breakthrough, “My Driftwood is Dead” kept harping on the fact that Zeraora was not human, saying a lot of nasty things and shouting insulting terms like “monster, monster.”
At first, Zeraora retorted a few times, but then he stopped responding to the other party's barking, though his mood had already turned awful.
“No, the other side still has the nerve to bark.”
“Is this a person without driftwood? Sure enough, the price of gaining power is losing something important.”
“Laughing to death, that human on the other side wouldn't care about his driftwood if he chose a name like that.”
“Found it, all of his battle zone records are ‘Orlulu Secret Aerospace Evacuation Failed’.”
Fortunately, the audience's eyes were sharp, and many people flooded the bullet comments to encourage and support Zeraora. Although Zeraora was illiterate, the smart AI read these comments aloud to him, and Zeraora's eyes regained some sparkle.
However, there were also some people full of malice towards Pokemon, sending unfriendly bullet comments on the public screen.
“Monsters are monsters; if they are not of our kind, their hearts must be different—that's a lesson left by our ancestors.”
“This monster is utterly spoiled, there's nothing to defend.”
On the screen, that person was still mouthing off, using the most uncouth language to insult Zeraora.
Suddenly, a hand rested on Zeraora's shoulder.
It was his Trainer!
“Ora…” (A Tu, maybe we should just go back to our world.)
A Tu did not answer Zeraora. He connected headphones to Zeraora, making it so Zeraora couldn't hear his voice for now, then picked up the microphone and began to confront the person without driftwood.
“Not speaking, huh? Looks like not only is it a monster, but it's also mute.”
“What are you yelling about?”
“Oh, the human traitor is here too, hey, come on, that damned monster doesn't understand human speech, it's good to have someone who does understand human speech so I can curse a bit.”
“If I defile your mother, does that make me a human traitor, my child? Am I right?”
“Keeping these monsters in your home makes you a human traitor.”
“Keeping your mother's mistress also counts as a human traitor, oh, I always forget your driftwood is dead, that's what your ID says.”
“You! F*** you!”
“He's getting angry, he's getting angry.”
…
To deal with this kind of low-quality human male, you just have to out-curse him until he breaks down, gets enraged, and runs away.
Sure enough, the next second the other party left the room.
Zeraora didn't know when he took off his headphones, watching A Tu confront that stinky sniper, and a warmth seemed to flow through his heart.
Before they had met, the still-young Zeraora was severely injured after being chased and cornered by Pokemon hunters, and A Tu had stood in front of him, enduring the pressure, just like this.
“Trainer's closeness actually doesn't feel uncomfortable. I won't stop him in the future,” Zeraora thought to himself.
A Tu let out a long breath. After confronting him for over ten minutes, he was a bit parched. He casually picked up the glass of water on the table and chugged it down.
“Burp, Zeraora, you can continue your live stream.”
Zeraora nodded, sat back in his seat, and prepared to switch to a different mode of play.
“Oh, if anyone else is so rude, just call me, and I guarantee I'll curse them until they're covered in dog blood.” A Tu walked to the door, turned back, and said to Zeraora with a cheerful smile.
“Mm.”
…
“No, I still need to ask Arceus for a tool that allows Pokemon to communicate with humans.”
He opened the system he hadn't used in a long time, found the port to contact Arceus, and got in touch with Arceus.
“Hey, Arceus, are you free?”
Arceus on the other end of the port seemed to be in the middle of an intense battle.
Bang! (M700 sound)
Dede de… (M250 sound)
Knocked down!
Clang! (Red hit sound)
After a few seconds, Arceus's voice came through, but it wasn't directed at A Tu, but rather at Arceus's random teammates.
“Human, return My main battle tank model to Me, that bag was Mine.”
“F***, still calling yourself ‘My’, I'll just snatch your bag!”
Arceus was silent for a moment, then suddenly the M700 gun sound rang out again on the field.
“Ahhh~”
That random Wei Long fell to the ground in response.
“The sky belongs to Hafuk!” (Old Lady's voice)
Accompanied by strong music, a red light flashed on the high platform of the launch area, and the random Wei Long was sent back to the special operations department by the Old Lady with both hits and finishes.
A Tu finally felt a hint of emotion from Arceus's tone, though it would have been better not to feel it at all.
“Well done~ Safety Director, well done~ The sky belongs to Hafuk.”
Rayquaza: Why do I feel like someone is trying to usurp power?
Arceus picked up his M700 and sent the Old Lady back to Hafuk for retirement with four shots, and just as he was about to savor his teammate's delicious bag, he remembered that A Tu was on the line with him.
“What's wrong?”
“Lord Arceus, do you have any tools that can allow Pokemon to speak human language? This is crucial for promoting harmonious coexistence between humans and Pokemon.”
“Wait, I'll make one for you now.”
With that, Arceus started making a small tool for A Tu while organizing his bag and stir-frying.
After a few minutes, a spatial channel opened, and four long, strip-like items fell into A Tu's hand. Each had a circular disc at its end, engraved with the letter “R”.
It was actually a Relink brain-computer interface.
“Lord Arceus, are you sure it'll be fine to wear this?”
“Oh, the bag is fine. Both humans and Pokemon can use it. At most, they'll shout 'The sky belongs to Hafuk'.”