"Damn! Why is that monkey still chasing me! ”

An elderly man wearing a beige police uniform in Lap Chung City had gray hair and ran in panic on the street outside the police station.

Behind him, a Pokémon with a flame burning on a certain butt followed.

The Pokémon was small, but the pursuit was extremely fast.

From the perspective of others, you can only see a bright firelight jumping in a broken line, and accelerating on the ground, road signs, stop signs, and garbage cans along the way, leaving a shallow scorched footprint every time you jump.

But in the frightened eyes of the old man who was being chased, the approaching flame behind him seemed to come from the claws of the abyss.

The unknown people on the street may not recognize the Pokémon species, but the old man is different, he used to be a professor at the top university in the Sinnoh region, and although he taught public relations subjects that had nothing to do with Pokémon, he was no stranger to the little flame monkey, one of the Sinnoh beginner elves.

It's not the breed of this little flame monkey that's scary, it's what it's meant to do!

Although the old man was wearing a police uniform, he did not dare to call for help or turn back to fight, so he could only continue to run by relying on this old human body.

Why is my young self trying so desperately to escape on the street? Why did you have to run away in front of this very weak monkey? What went wrong with Quedges' near-perfect plan?

Smra, one of the Seven Sages of the Plasma Regiment, who is in charge of the Order's ideological promotion work, couldn't help but ask herself.

In the heavy gasping and accelerating heartbeat, all kinds of pictures of sixty years appeared in front of his eyes-

Among them, there is his own ambition to study hard and obtain a degree; There is dissatisfaction and resentment when being excluded and surpassed by peers in the research field; There was also the impassioned oath of alliance with six other like-minded scholars in a café in Raven City...... But what remained in the depths of his memory was the tremor he felt from the depths of his soul when he looked up at the sky at the king's enthronement ceremony not long ago.

It was only then that he truly made the plasma group, an organization he had been involved in founding since the beginning, his lifelong belief.

After seeing the great glory of the chosen heroes, and hearing the call of distant gods, the rules of the world have long since become irrelevant.

If it had been the university professor named Smura in the past, he would never have been involved in such a conspiracy. But the sage of the plasma group, Simra, can calmly dye his hands black.

If no one is in the quagmire, how can the world reach the other side of the ideal?

The beginning of this incident starts with N's exodus-

The king of Weifu's private visit cannot be accompanied by important ministers, and Simra is the one among the seven sages who is responsible for secretly protecting N.

But the so-called protection does not only refer to the physical level, but more importantly, to maintain the purity of Wang Sheng's ideals.

The Elven Alliance is always adept at hiding its filth with a façade of harmony, and if N were to be fooled by their flowery superficiality and abandon the Order, the consequences would be dire, as the proponent of the Seven Sages declared.

In fact, Smra himself was very unimpressed by this concern, believing that N could not abandon his faith because of the blindness of the alliance. But after all, there were seven of the Seven Sages, and the high-level members of the Order, who gathered the elites of various fields, each had their own ideas. Eventually, Vio and Quiches teamed up to convince all the higher-ups to launch a covert operation called "Escort".

Much of the content of the "escort" operation was related to the propaganda work organized by the Order, so it was only natural that Smola was chosen as the general director of the operation. Of course, a veteran like him would not personally act as a bodyguard who secretly tailged, but when it came to the collective beliefs of the plasma regiment, and sometimes the "escort" work involved confidential matters, he had to work alone and unobtrusively.

Smra likes to call his work "propaganda." From a young age, he discovered that he had an incomparably sharp sense of social discernment, and was able to discern what the public liked and hated in an instant.

He is not a psychiatrist, nor does he have superpowers such as hypnosis, but he is good at learning, and the public relations cases in human history are an inexhaustible treasure trove of experience.

With this ability, he can conceive brilliant speeches in an instant, control the surge of collective consciousness like the thorny dragon king who leads the waves, unearth complaints and fears where no one notices, and turn uneasiness into flames of anger...... In between face-to-face conversations, he is also able to turn unfavorable arguments into favorable opinions, sowing otherwise unacceptable ideas into the minds of his listeners.

But coalition officials and police seem to prefer to call his petty actions in the shadows "incitement."

In the 115th year of the League, the first elven liberation movement march broke out in the United States. In Raven City, known as the "City of Fashion", more than 3,000 citizens and 20 artists took to the streets and smashed the Poké Balls in their hands. This almost performance art performance shook the entire United Crowd and became the first wave in the wave of the new era.

In 116, a "Pokémon abuse incident" broke out in the city of Fanba with a mass protest march. Through the operation of a then-unknown organization, the marching trainers clashed violently with the coalition police, and three of the trainers were arrested.

But the day after they were taken to the detention center, an even louder protest erupted again, with crowds nearly setting fire to the Union building in the city of Fanba. The latter was pressured to release the three imprisoned trainers early – in this case, the Order, which had been secretly developed for many years, showed its fangs for the first time, and the name of the "Plasma Regiment" was published in the newspaper media of the United States for the first time.

To this day, nearly 100 protests, demonstrations, and public riots have erupted in the United States area, all of which demonstrate the courage and determination of the plasma group to completely change the world.

While such demonstrations caused some complaints among the United Population, they also brought a steady stream of new believers to the plasma cluster. What's more, every uprising that arises pushes the United Alliance further to the precipice of collapse.

Now, more than half of the officials of the United Alliance have begun to be intimidated by the momentum of the Order, and they are no longer shouting and shouting as they were in the previous years, and are gradually adopting a way of coexistence of concessions and compromises; The idea of "elf liberation" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and has almost become politically correct in the intellectual and artistic circles, and those who oppose it will be violently attacked by the so-called people.

- No one except within the Seven Sages knew that there was a common planner for these vigorous movements, and that was the gray-haired old man.

In this city of Lichong, the Plasma Regiment has always been well aware of the catticity of the power plant - the female engineer named Arno had attended several inter-congregation meetings, and after a fortuitous gaffe, Director William had already circled around to the round table of the Seven Sages of the Plasma Regiment by using the news that the elves had blown himself up to develop the factory.

At that time, N was about to embark on a journey, and the seven sages agreed that it would be profoundly educational to let the true nature of the power plant be fully revealed in the king.

Smura's original plan was to directly expose the shady scenes of the factory, so that N, who traveled around the country, could witness the greed of human nature, so that the merciful king could see the irreconcilable contradictions between humans and Pokémon.

However, Quichisi, the original advocate of the plasma group, N's adoptive father, and one of the Seven Sages, thought that such an exposure was too gentle. He maintained that look of compassion at all times, and implicitly pointed out that if he could make things irreparable, he might be more determined to change the world.

As their eyes met, Smura understood the voice of her old friend and nodded silently at the old man's head in response......

The fate of the destruction of the power plant was predestined at this moment, just like the college student who died in the fire in the deep alley half a year ago.