A person abandoned by the Pokémon world

Leibo Mountain is one of the highest mountains in the Johto region, located between Yuju City and Kaji Town. Leibo Cave has three entrances on Route 42. There are many rare props and Pokémon in it, and this is also where Karate Wang Xinyan trains.

Leibo Mountain is a large natural cave that boasts of its boundless width.

Of course this is the in-game introduction.

In the game, players can only enter the caves in the mountain, and can't really see much of the scenery on the top of the mountain.

But in reality, Bai An was walking towards the top of the mountain.

Bai An, Xiao Mao and several other rookie trainers defeated the girl in the Yuanzhu Dance Hall.

I mentioned before that whoever defeats them will have the opportunity to go to the Bell Tower and observe the celebration up close.

Bai An thought that even if it was in the bell tower, he would not refuse and planned to join in the fun.

But who knew that this celebration had an important prefix, which was to climb up the Leibo Mountain to collect offerings.

Leibo Mountain was the first mountain conquered in Chengdu. It was once an agricultural mountain in Chengdu. All the arable land in the mountain was used to grow crops.

It was the place where people lived in the past. The ritual used to be to step into the Leibo Mountain, take an ear of grain from every household, and finally bring it back to the bell tower to offer to the god of harvest.

But now this high mountain has been converted from farmland to forest, a large amount of land has disappeared, traces of human activity are fading, and it is gradually returning to its wild appearance.

Bai An and Xiao Mao were hanging far behind the main group: "Where can we find crops in this situation? I see these berries are growing well, can't we just pick some and take them back?"

Bai An had no respect for the so-called God of Harvest. After all, the priesthood in charge of his own god, Juanlian Yun, was almost the same as that of the harvest.

Bai An also knew a god who was in charge of the harvest and had a grudge against him.

When he returns from Chengdu this time, Bai An will definitely go and ask for advice.

At this time, Dialga quietly landed on the top of the Leibo Mountain and said:

"Decided?"

There was no response for a long time, and Dialga seemed to be talking to himself, but would he really do such a meaningless thing?

After a long while, a faint sigh sounded, and then a gentle and elegant voice that one could tell from the sound was that of a gentleman sounded:

"Why would the god who controls time come to see me, a god who is about to die?"

"I'll do it~" Dialga paused and then grinned: "See you off!"

The owner of the voice was a little dazed. Although he introduced himself as "the dying god", that was just his self-deprecating statement. Deep down, he still didn't think that he would disappear.

After all, there is a group of people who believe in the God of Harvest coming up the mountain.

Yes, he is the God of Harvest, or to be more precise, the God of Harvest who has not yet completed his gestation.

Dialga's words left the God of Harvest at a loss for words. He was a modest gentleman and could not utter any vulgar words. He could not even utter any sarcastic words.

The silence was interrupted by Dialga, who said:

“There are usually three ways for gods to be born.

The first type is our innate knowledge, the divine intelligence is innate, and evolved along with Arceus' creation of the world.

The second type is that when he is born, he is like a human child, knowing nothing, and sinking in the world. When he realizes his own way or with the help of other gods, his mind and character are sufficient to bear the power of the priesthood.

Only then will his priesthood be born, and after the birth of the priesthood it will attract his master to merge with him. When the two are integrated into one, the god is born.

The third way is to rob or inherit. I don’t need to say more about this. Nowadays, most of the priesthoods are inherited.”

"What do you want to say?" The God of Harvest didn't quite understand why Dialga said that.

"A rotten tree cannot be carved." Dialga shook his head and continued:

"Don't you realize that the three methods I mentioned don't suit you?"

The God of Harvest suddenly realized: "So you are here to destroy me, because the way I was born does not belong to any of the above, and is not considered orthodox in this world.

No wonder you said at the beginning that you were here to see me off."

"Pfft~" Dialga laughed.

"You think too much. I welcome gods no matter how they are born.

Even though she is a god who was appointed by someone from another world, I am on good terms with her.

I just came here to tell you that you are on the wrong path!

It has been more than 400 years since you were born, right?

At the beginning, you were just a little ignorant consciousness, and came into being due to the prayers of many human beings.

You cling to the wheat ears and sway in the wind, and the sounds of humans talking while harvesting wheat make you curious.

Your ignorant consciousness has grown up with the increasing certainty of human beings and your own listening.

Give back to humanity to the best of your ability, so that the fruits of their labor can be more fruitful.

Your spiritual wisdom and mind have matured, and you have realized that your own path will bring you a good harvest.

Then came the call from the Mortarboard Mountain, and you came here and merged with the priesthood.

It has been more than 180 years.

Am I right?"

“I don’t have a concept of time, but as the God of Time, you shouldn’t make mistakes regarding time.

Let’s just leave it at that.”

"Let's just treat it like this~

You are so interesting, what a pity...

Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore and continue to help you solve your doubts.

Have you ever been confused over the years? Everything in the world has its own form, but why is it that you are always a ball of intangible and invisible consciousness?

Even if it has been integrated with the priesthood, it is still a mass of consciousness.

that is because……"

Dialga had some bad intentions, and he didn't continue talking until an anxious voice came from the void: "Why on earth!"

Dialga was satisfied, and continued with a smile on his face: "That's because your path has become narrow.

In fact, you can become a god using the second method. However, if you want to become a god using this method, you not only need the acceptance of humans, but also the recognition of Pokémon. It is not to recognize your divine power, but to recognize you as a living being.

Think about it, have you ever helped even one Pokémon in these four hundred years?

This world is made up not only of humans, but also of Pokémon.

You have a physical form, you have become a true god, and you are also a Pokémon, but why haven't you ever thought of using the power of the priesthood to help Pokémon?"

"I……"

Before the voice could speak, Dialga interrupted, “Did you feel the need to condense your form not long ago?

But before it could gather much, this feeling disappeared?"

“Yes, isn’t it because humans are holding harvest festivals again?

I have a feeling that once this celebration is completed, I will be able to condense my physical form and become a true god!"

Listening to the longed-for voice in the void, Dialga shook his head: "How foolish~"

The two pictures were captured by him from time, which are two pictures taken at the same time but in different places.

One of them is where Dialga is, the top of Mount Labyrinth.

Another picture showed a coin falling on a dilapidated shrine. When a little Snorlax straightened the shrine and bowed, light was gathering on the picture of the Mortuary Mountain.

"This……"

The voice in the void sounded somewhat unbelievable.

"Keep reading."

Dialga's voice was heard, and the content on the screen changed. A little Rattata knocked unconscious on the shrine and was swallowed by the Abraxas.

The shrine reappeared and fell to the ground, the coins on it disappeared, and the light body condensed in the picture of Leibo Mountain dissipated.

"The reason a consciousness can survive to this day is because of human belief.

But as humans stopped farming, the God of the Harvest was ignored and forgotten by them, and your consciousness gradually weakened.

It won't be long before it dissipates.

It's ridiculous that you still think that after humans hold this harvest celebration, you can condense your physical form and come out.

Ask all the Pokémon in the world, who knows you, the God of Harvest?

This harvest celebration is the last one held by humans. It is a funeral held by humans for you!

As time goes by, humans will forget you. Without faith to support your consciousness, there will no longer be a harvest god like you in this world."

There was a long silence. After a long time, a choked voice came from the void: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

“I don’t have this obligation. The duty of the gods born from the first method is to maintain order in the world.

The main responsibility of gods born by the second and third methods is to maintain the balance between Pokémon and humans.

You were attached to an ear of wheat when you were born, and you listened to humans complaining that this Pokémon was stealing crops and that Pokémon was stealing food.

So you look down on Pokémon from the bottom of your heart, never pay attention to Pokémon, and only care about humans.

But have you ever thought that the essence of God is also Pokémon?

Have you ever thought that Pokémon steal food and crops because they are hungry?

If you give some of your divine power to Pokémon and make the forests where they live more fruitful, will they still be willing to take the risk of snatching a bite of food from humans? "

There was still a long silence. Dialga couldn't stand this atmosphere anymore and spoke:

"I know your plan, but I have seen 91,842 possible futures, and there is only one path for you to perish.

I just happened to pass by here today to see you off.

But the future is not static, and I sincerely hope that you can become a true god.

I’ll leave first~”

Dialga spoke briskly as he flew up into the air. When he was in midair, he suddenly seemed to remember something and started to speak:

“By the way, I believe you have also noticed the special child halfway up the mountain. After all, his aura cannot be concealed.

He put that coin there, and that Snorlax is also his Pokémon."

After saying this, Dialga flew away, at least that's what the consciousness in the void seemed to think.

The God of Fertility turned his gaze towards the full, golden ear of wheat in the crevice of the rock, because he was too weak and could not mobilize much energy.

This ear of wheat is the product of his last strength, as long as Bai An and the others reach the top of the mountain.

When they touch this ear of wheat, the entire Leibo Mountain will grow golden wheat.

In this way, they will think of the God of Harvest, and mankind will not forget him, and the individuals who regain their faith will not dissipate.

This is the plan of the God of the Harvest, to spread miracles to make humans believe in the God of the Harvest.

The plan was perfect, but the God of Harvest misjudged people's hearts.

Bai An and his group did not reach the top of the mountain. They stopped halfway up the mountain.

Because they found an ear of wheat.

After picking the wheat ears, Bai An and his friends returned the same way they came.

"Tsk, formalism.

This is no different from finding a random ear of wheat in Yuanzhu City."

"Why would you make such a trip to Yuanzhu City just to find a wheat ear?"

As the conversation between Bai An and Xiao Mao faded away, two figures, one big and one small, walked out of the forest.

"Bana~"

“As expected of you, Venusaur, you transplanted that ear of wheat and made it look like it was grown naturally.

Let's go back to the Pokémon Center to hand in the quest. I'll take you to eat Sunflower Seeds from Sunflower Monster tonight."

"Bana~"

"What, you still want to eat crab claws?"

"Bana!"

"Okay, okay, I promise you. I was lucky enough to tame a foodie like you in the wild."

In contrast to their cheerful atmosphere, the atmosphere on the top of Leibo Mountain was very depressing.

The God of Harvest knew this trainer with Bulbasaur. His grandfather was a believer of the God of Harvest.

Only after his grandfather prayed to the God of Harvest was he able to successfully encounter Bulbasaur in the forest and bring it back safely.

When his grandfather passed away, no one in their family believed in the God of Harvest anymore, and the child who had conquered Bulbasaur because of the God of Harvest became the one who stabbed the God of Harvest back.

The Bell Tower was holding a dance to honor the God of Harvest, and the God of Harvest on Leibo Mountain came here for this reason.

The dance was beautiful and the atmosphere was lively, but the God of Harvest was not happy.

"If I used the last of my power to benefit Pokémon, would there be a different outcome?"

The God of the Harvest thought of the ears of wheat that were still standing in the crevices of the rocks.

"It's so boring, shall we go?"

Bai An, who was leaning on Xiao Mao, yawned lazily and suggested.

"Let's go. There's no need to read any more formalistic stuff."

"Formalism, that's true." The God of Harvest in the Void heard Xiao Mao's words, sensed that he was still disappearing, and agreed.

"It's death either way, I don't want to watch it anymore.

In the name of the God of Harvest, I bless you~"

Thinking of Dialga's words, the God of Harvest came to Bai An, and the will of the God of Harvest whispered on Bai An's forehead.

Along with the words of the God of Harvest, his will dissipated, and the last bit of strength that had just maintained his will was injected into Bai An's body.

Even though Dialga said that, even though he had experienced something, at the last moment he still chose humans, not Snorlax.

If the will of the God of Harvest disappears, then the priesthood created by him will also disappear.

The disappearance of the priesthood was more serious than the fall of a god. At this moment, wheat rain was falling from the sky over the entire Chengdu area.

At the Laba Mountain, Dialga, who was judged to have left by the God of Harvest, reappeared:

"When will the gods die?

It’s time to be forgotten~”