"Wow, this line, just looking at it is enough to give me a headache."
This was already the umpteenth time Marc had heard this guy rambling on and on.
However, he was short, so he could only lean forward sideways.
Even so, he was well aware of the current situation.
All I can say is that Gamenova is incredibly resourceful.
This was the first time Marc had ever seen an event where the line stretched all the way to his doorstep.
This is already at a level that could affect traffic safety.
It's important to know that Gamenova didn't release any new titles.
Forget about new games, nobody really knows what's been renovated at the Pokémon Center this time.
Yes, GAMENOVA didn't say.
The media didn't say anything either.
Nobody knows.
But that's how people started lining up.
To be able to turn it into this state—it's truly unparalleled.
Marc sighed as he looked at the NovaPocket in his hand.
I thought I was one of the early ones.
Now it's much better; I can even jog a couple of steps home to get a bottle of water and come back later.
"Hey, sir, stop nagging. We're just killing time anyway, how about we play a match?"
"Who are you calling 'uncle'!"
John's eyebrows shot up, Marc with resentment. "Kid, I've only been out of school for a few years."
He pulled his NP out of his pocket and then casually grabbed a communication cable.
"But you're right, let's start a match and see how I deal with you. Let me tell you, my buddy has a championship badge, it's just a shame he's not here today, otherwise—"
In the midst of their rambling conversation, the two finally found something to do to pass the time.
[ Charizard is running out of energy!]
"Uncle, your skill level... seems a bit lacking."
"I might have picked up the wrong cartridge."
John remained silent, his gaze finally falling on the Pokémon Center that had come into view, and quickly changed the subject.
"Hey! Look, we're almost done! Hurry up and pack up, stop playing around."
That's true. Marc looked up and saw the Pokémon Center, which was different from the one he remembered.
Marc had a very deep impression of this store because it was close to his home.
It was originally built on the ground floor of a building along the street.
At first glance, it's clear that this Pokémon Center is no longer the same as what I remember.
The two floors upstairs were clearly acquired in one go, and the entire interior design was changed to match the Pokémon Center on the first floor.
The only difference is the color scheme, and it doesn't use the Poké Ball logo from the first floor.
Instead, it's a fan-shaped, radiating symbol, resembling something like a broadcast.
"That must be the Global Wonder Trade Center (GTS) that everyone was talking about before, right?"
"It seems so, but with such a large area, what exactly is going on?"
As the group drew closer, both of them became completely absorbed by the building.
Around 3 p. m., the two were finally able to enter the store.
By this time, even the earliest group of people couldn't hold on any longer and began to leave one after another.
The flow of the crowd was much faster than in the early morning.
However, the two of them are almost ready to become godsons.
As soon as he entered, Marc noticed the changes on the first floor.
The once empty first-floor lobby now features a floor plan.
[First Floor: Pokémon Center ]
[Second Floor: Pal Park and GTS]
[Third Floor: Random Battle/Multiplayer Battle]
Well, apart from the first floor, everything else is a completely new concept that I've never even heard of before.
What else is there to say?
Go upstairs!
But as soon as the two reached the newly built staircase, a bodyguard in black wearing sunglasses blocked their way.
"Halt! To go up to the second floor, you must be a trainer with at least one badge! Physical or digital badges are both acceptable."
"He?"
This is the first time I've heard of such a requirement.
Wouldn't onlookers who've never played Pokémon to join the fun be unable to even get upstairs?
Um--
It's pretty cool.
Suddenly, Marc felt incredibly proud of his dojo badge.
"Certainly."
After a brief moment of surprise, John pulled up his badge in the game.
The bodyguard quickly checked him over, then nodded and let him pass.
Next up was Marc.
Instead of taking out his NP, he pulled at his coat.
Two badges, gleaming with metallic luster, were pinned to his chest.
Both items are from a dojo located in California.
Grass-type and Electric-type.
"Ah!"
The bodyguard let out a very stiff, deliberate, and affected scream.
He shook his head vigorously, shifting his sunglasses slightly to reveal his shocked eyes.
"It's a famous trainer who owns two physical badges! Forgive my poor eyesight!"
After saying that, he immediately stepped aside, gesturing for Marc to go in.
This gesture left John, who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, dumbfounded.
In fact, this poor bodyguard has done this countless times today.
Honestly, my back ached terribly.
Just like the actors and owners that the Eight Gyms invited in the past, this time they also trained a group of staff.
Although the overall acting skills varied greatly, and the instances of stilted delivery were quite serious.
However, it must be said that this tactic has indeed been very useful to the trainers.
Especially when you see those players who came early to queue up and join the fun, only to be unable to get to the second floor because they've never played before, and then they're left pounding their chests in frustration as bodyguards escort them upstairs.
Goodness, that sense of superiority was practically tangible.
John curled his lip as he watched Marc follow him with his head held high.
I should have borrowed Brother Guan's No.1 phone.
Two shabby gym badges can make you look so cool; if I brought those things with me, wouldn't people go crazy?
"Alright, alright, it's just about going upstairs anyway, hurry up and go, kid."
Sometimes Lin Lixin really felt that this model was like running a public bathhouse.
" Pal Park —this should be it."
Upon entering the building, I discovered that the space upstairs was more spacious than I had imagined.
The entire second floor was divided into two areas.
There is a reception desk on the left, next to which are several digital displays that are rotating several sets of data.
[Today's highest score:----]
[Highest score to date: ----]
Beyond a turnstile lies a large indoor space.
Everywhere there were new machines that Marc had never seen before.
As for the right side, there is an extra-large globe right in the center.
Centered on this globe, a ring of equally unfamiliar machines surrounds it.
These machines were crowded with people operating them, though it was unclear what they were doing.
Clearly, what's on the right is the so-called GTS Global Trade System.
"Hmm... I'll go check out what's going on at Pal Park first."
Seeing that John was more interested in the GTS on the right, Marc suggested that they part ways.
They then quickly walked to the front desk of Pal Park.
After showing his physical badge again, he was welcomed into the Pokémon Center by the receptionist with the same exaggerated acting.
"Hey, this is actually kind of addictive, isn't it?"
This is awesome!
If it weren't for the awkwardness of it, Marc have even wanted to go in and out a few more times.
This is the most fun way to play.
Shaking his head, Marc walked into Pal Park and focused his gaze on the machines.
The receptionist already gave him a brief introduction to the place.
Simply put, this so-called " Pal Park " is like a daycare center.
Whether it's a console or handheld version of the Pokémon cartridge, simply insert it into the device, and it will recognize all the Pokémon in your inventory and Backpack.
Of course, in addition to this, one more indispensable tool is needed.
Marc reached into his pocket, pulled out a GAMENOVA All-in-One Card featuring Rambo from Contra, and inserted it into the machine.
Inside the vessel.
"Drop"
Welcome to Pal Park! (User Level: Basic Plan)
[Available slots: 0/30]
According to the receptionist's explanation, I can Pokémon in the game at the Pal Park ".
Pokémon raised in foster care will retain all of their data completely.
This includes levels, moves, and names.
Trainers can retrieve it from any version of Pokémon at any time.
The meaning is quite clear.
You can use the NP version to save Pokémon, and then use the console version to catch them again.
This completes the self-exchange between the two versions.
However, what really Marc was the few words the other person emphasized so deliberately.
"Any version!"
In other words, this also includes the upcoming sequel.
If I leave my current Pokémon here, I can even transfer them to the sequel game when the new game is released, so they can continue to accompany me in battle.
What's going on?
this----
This is so romantic!
In addition, after boarding your Pokémon at the Pal Park, you can see your Pokémon through the screens and corresponding interactive programs set up in the park.
Marc tried to foster a Pidgey, then looked at the television not far away.
With a flash of light, a new Pidgey appeared in the game world on the screen.
It hopped around in the grass a few times, and its lively and lifelike manner immediately made Marc feel a sense of Unreal.
Compared to the blurry images in NP, Pidgey's appearance on this screen is so much more lively.
Its glossy cream-colored feathers, pale purple beak and claws with a hint of pink—only then did Marc finally match it with the Pidgey he had imagined.
All of this is made possible, of course, thanks to the top-tier performance of our magnificent ATHENA chip and Nova Radeon display chip.
In fact, this is an arcade-level—no, it should be said to be a super-arcade-level platform.
GAMENOVA developed a separate software specifically for this.
Using local data, we can read the Pokémon data stored here in real time.
Grasslands, forests, rocky mountains, ponds, oceans----
All the environments that Pokémon need are available here.
It's as if I've actually entrusted a string of 0s and 1s to this place.
At this moment, the bond solidified into reality.