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Chapter 679 Giratina Egg, Legendary Simulation! A discarded child of the antimatter world, destined to perish if it does not become king!

Ye Yinchuan did not rush to click "Yes".

He stood up and walked to the constant temperature warehouse.

The Giratina egg lay quietly inside. Dark red patterns slowly moved across its jet-black shell, like some ancient script breathing. The essence of the Fountain of Life circulated at a constant temperature, nourishing the egg's surface and maintaining its basic vitality.

The Insightful Eye for Treasures has been activated.

Golden data streams flooded my retina.

He had scanned the egg no less than a hundred times, but each time, the results were unpleasant.

[Pokémon Egg: Giratina]

Current vital signs: 11.7% (Extremely dangerous)

[Soul Integrity: 34% (Severely Damaged)]

[Antimatter Core: Not Formed (Key Organs Missing)]

[Details of congenital defects]

Firstly, at the soul level, the egg suffered from severe energy deficiency during its formation, resulting in irreversible damage to its soul. The existing soul fragments represent only one-third of a complete Giratina.

[Secondly, on the physical level, embryonic development is halted due to the loss of the soul. The six-legged structure only develops into the rudiments of four legs; the skeletal structure of the other two legs is completely missing. The dorsal wing membrane tissue has atrophied to 12% of its normal volume.]

[Thirdly: At its core, Giratina's essential organ, the "Antimatter Core," which distinguishes it from all other Pokémon, shows absolutely no signs of forming. Without its Antimatter Core, Giratina is like a human without a heart.]

[Overall assessment: Even under the most ideal incubation conditions, the probability of this egg hatching naturally is 0.3%.]

Even if they manage to hatch, the larvae are estimated to survive for no more than 72 hours, and their strength will be extremely weak!

0.3%.

Seventy-two hours.

Ye Yinchuan had seen these numbers many times. The first time he saw them, he remained silent for a long time.

Any normal trainer, upon receiving such a test report, would most likely choose to give up. It's not that they don't want to save it, but that they can't. This isn't just an injured egg; it's an egg broken from the very core.

It's like a building whose foundation has collapsed; no matter how much steel and cement you add on top, it won't hold up.

But Ye Yinchuan is not a normal trainer.

He has a legendary ability to simulate this unique power, which can turn the rotten into the miraculous!

He gently placed his palm on the eggshell. The warmth traveled through his palm, and the dark red lines trembled slightly beneath it, as if sensing the kindness from the outside world.

"Can you hear me from inside?"

The egg did not respond.

Ye Yinchuan didn't expect a response.

He withdrew his hand and sat back down on the sofa.

The reason why Snorlax's Legend Simulation was able to achieve an SSS-level rating is due to three key factors: reasonable initial conditions, optimal choice of route, and complete legend narrative.

But the situation in Giratina is completely different.

Its "initial conditions" are incomplete.

The mechanism of Legend Simulation is to use the potential and characteristics of a Pokémon as seeds to generate a "possible legendary life". The fuller the seed and the more fertile the soil, the more magnificent the story that grows.

The seed Giratina

It's almost too weak to even sprout.

"So the simulation will be far more difficult than the one with Snorlax." Ye Yinchuan tapped his fingers slowly on his knees, organizing his thoughts.

He closed his eyes briefly.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was calm and serene.

No matter how much you worry, it's useless. Things that need to be done won't become easier just because you hesitate.

He reached out his hand and tapped "Yes".

The world fell silent at that moment.

The sofa, coffee table, constant temperature storage unit, the night view outside the window, and the lights of the distant Elf Paradise—everything that contained external information—was as if a mute button had been pressed, completely stripped from Ye Yinchuan's perception.

Consciousness sinks.

It sank further.

It was deeper, farther, and colder than the one with Snorlax.

dark.

It is not the darkness of the night, nor the darkness of the deep sea.

It is a darkness more complete than "no light".

It is a darkness where light has never existed.

Ye Yinchuan felt as if he were floating in a boundless void. There was no up or down, no left or right, no flow of time, and no spatial coordinates. All physical laws failed here—he couldn't even feel the weight of his own body.

Then, that ancient sheepskin scroll resurfaced in the depths of my consciousness.

But this time, the condition of the reel was completely different from the last time.

The Snorlax roll is intact, warm, and has the patina of time.

The scroll of the Giratina is broken.

The scroll was torn open, its edges charred black, and its surface covered with scorch marks as if it had been burned. Only about one-third of the original size remained of the scroll; the rest was completely missing, and dark red energy fragments were slowly peeling off the broken edges.

This is the intuitive representation of a 34% soul integrity level in the Legend simulation.

The core text of the scroll is incomplete, with many paragraphs swallowed by nothingness, leaving only scattered, fragmented pieces of text.

Ye Yinchuan's heart sank.

But he did not hesitate and poured his consciousness into the tattered scroll.

The text lit up.

The sound was intermittent, like a radio with a very poor signal, struggling to piece together a sound amidst the static.

You were born in a place that shouldn't exist.

There was no sky, no earth. Everything there was—upside down, broken, twisted.

Your name — you have no name.

You are—the one who reverses the world—

The text ends here.

Blank.

A long period of silence.

Then [abandon the pawn].

An outcast in a world turned upside down.

Not the sovereign. Not the ruler. Not the third creator god on par with Dialga and Palkia.

A discarded pawn.

Ye Yinchuan's breath hitched for a moment.

In the previous article, he introduced Giratina to the world during a live broadcast, saying that "he was banished to the Reverse World because of his violent nature."

That's a legend about the complete Giratina.

But the legend surrounding the egg seems to have been rewritten from the very beginning.

The fragmented words continued to pour in, like the last cry for help from a drowning person.

—In this inverted world, there are no rules. Gravity is random, time is distorted, and space is fragmented. Here, powerful beings can act with impunity, while weak beings—will not survive the first "cycle."

You are weak.

Your six legs only have four. Your wing membranes can't open. The core inside your body, which should be burning with antimatter fire—is empty.

You are a dragon without a heart.

In the reversed world, you are no one of your kind—no, you have no kind. You are unique. But there are many things more powerful than you. They have no fixed form, no name, only hunger.

They are called "Voids." Voids feed by devouring fragments of the souls of other beings. And you, a broken...

Young dragons, lacking even an antimatter core—are, in their eyes, the easiest prey.

The scene began to take shape in Ye Yinchuan's mind.

A distorted, upside-down world. Huge chunks of rock float in mid-air, some face up, some face down. Waterfalls cascade from the ground to the sky. In the distance, the entire "sky" is a vast lake reflecting a dim, gray light.

In the center of this absurd scene, a small, curled-up gray figure is lying on a floating pebble.

It was a young Giratina.

But it is completely different from the Giratina that Ye Yinchuan knew.

It lacked the imposing presence of a six-legged creature. It had only four thin legs, and its body was nearly half the size of a normal juvenile. The enormous wing membranes that should have spread out on its back were now just two wrinkled, translucent membranes, clinging tightly to its spine like rags pulled from the water.

Its eyes were red, but weakly red, dull and cloudy.

Most importantly—its chest cavity, where the antimatter core, which should be emitting a dark red glow, is located, is a sunken, hollow gray area.

It's like something was taken away.

A critical decision point has emerged!

The words jumped out of my consciousness.

[Initial Status Confirmation: You are a Giratina larva born with congenital defects. You have no antimatter core, no complete limbs, and no companions. You have been abandoned in the most desolate, chaotic, and dangerous area of ​​the Inverted Universe's edge fragmentation zone.]

The first "illusion" has already sensed your presence. It's approaching.

[A: Hide by the gaps in the rubble and pray you won't be discovered.]

[B: Dragging his mutilated body, he fled deeper into the darkness.]

[C: Devour - When the "Void" approaches, it opens its mouth, attempting to devour the fragments of the opponent, feeding on its enemy.]

Three options.

Ye Yinchuan stared at it for a full ten seconds.

A is merely surviving. B is procrastination. Only C...

A dragon without a heart, from the very first moment of its birth, chooses to fill its void with the flesh and blood of its enemies.

This is not bravery.

This is a creature condemned to death by fate, fighting back against fate itself.

Ye Yinchuan's lips curved slightly.

"Giratina, Giratina."

"Your legend is not a gift from heaven, nor a divine favor."

"Your legend 'has to crawl out of hell on its own'."

I choose C.

You no longer cowered. You raised your head, your dim red eyes meeting the shapeless "illusion" approaching from the darkness.

[From your throat came the first sound you'd ever made since birth.]

In the picture, the thin, crippled baby dragon stood up shakily.

His four legs were trembling, and his body was swaying.

But its mouth—was open.

Deep within that mouth, a faint, almost invisible dark red light shone.

That wasn't fire, it wasn't dragon's breath.

Those are seeds of antimatter.

The last spark hidden deep within the fragments of the soul.

It's burning————

"Xu" means "without eyes".

It doesn't need eyes. In the inverted world, vision is the most useless sense—light doesn't travel in straight lines; it refracts, deflects, and disappears, randomly and chaotically.

"Emptiness" relies on the sense of smell.

To be precise, by smelling the soul.

It was an irregular, dark gray, semi-liquid mass, about the size of an adult calf, its surface constantly writhing, like a piece of mud ruffled by the wind. It floated slowly among the pebbles, and with each rock it passed, a thin layer of ash would be eroded from its surface.

It smelled it.

That faint, broken, almost extinguished aura of the soul.

To it, the taste was no different than throwing a piece of raw, bloody meat into a pack of hungry wolves.

The "emptiness" has accelerated.

The previously scattered wriggling became rapid, and the entire clump of semi-liquid matter began to gather, shrink, and solidify towards the rubble platform where the young dragon was located.

Fifteen meters ahead. Ten meters. Five meters.

The four legs of the Giratina larva were still trembling.

It was too weak. Even when it stood up, its entire body swayed uncontrollably. The two shrunken wing membranes on its back...

It's pressed against my back, I can't turn it over.

But its mouth was open.

Zhang is very big.

The faint, dark red light deep in his throat was like a candle flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Xu" seemed to sense the prey's unusual behavior and slowed its floating speed by half a beat.

Just this half-beat.

The baby dragon moved.

It wasn't a charge. Its legs couldn't support a charge. Its movement was more like a tackle.

Pushing off the ground with all four legs, his entire body tumbled forward.

Touch the ground mouth first.

To be precise, the mouth first bit the edge of the "empty".

The "virgin" has no sense of pain, but it does have a stress response. The moment it is bitten, the entire semi-liquid mass vibrates violently, spraying out a large number of corrosive gray particles from the contact surface.

The particles landed on the young dragon's head and forelimbs.

"hiss"

The skin was corroded.

Grayish-white burn marks spread rapidly across the young dragon's scales, as if someone had poured sulfuric acid on it. The pain was immediate, intense, and merciless.

The young dragon's body convulsed.

But it didn't loosen up.

Ye Yinchuan watched this scene from within his consciousness space.

His fists clenched.

It wasn't nervousness. It was a very complex feeling, like watching a toddler who had just learned to walk fall on broken glass, bleeding, but stubbornly refusing to let go of the piece of candy he was clutching.

In the image, the faint, dark red light deep inside the young dragon's throat suddenly brightened.

It's not a flame.

It is the instinct of antimatter.

When Giratina's mouth touched the "virtual" entity, the antimatter seed hidden deep within the soul fragment...

It triggered some kind of primitive, genetically ingrained mechanism.

Swallow.

break down.

Transformation.

The edge tissues of the "Void" began to disintegrate in the young dragon's mouth. This was not because the young dragon's teeth, which were not yet fully developed, were chewing.

It's a dismantling process that happens directly at the molecular level. The tiny energy released by the antimatter seed peels away, breaks down, and absorbs the "virtual" constituent matter bit by bit.

"Buzz"

"Xu" realized something was wrong.

This is no ordinary prey.

Ordinary prey will not bite back. Nor will they dismember their own bodies as food.

It began to struggle. The semi-liquid mass writhed wildly, trying to pull itself out of the young dragon's mouth. More corrosive particles erupted from its body, relentlessly swarming the young dragon.

The young dragon's front half was almost entirely covered in grayish-white scorch marks.

Its left foreleg gave way in excruciating pain, causing its body to tilt and nearly giving way.

A critical decision point has emerged!

The words in my mind popped up again.

The "Void" is retaliating with all its might. Your body is being extensively corroded; if it continues to bite, you may lose consciousness before you even finish devouring it.

[A: Retreat to preserve your remaining strength and wait for the next opportunity.]

[B: Maintain the status quo – hold on tight and gamble on a time difference.]

[C: Bite Deeper—Burying the entire head into the core of the "Void" body, a desperate, extreme devouring.]

Ye Yinchuan did not hesitate at all.

A is a dead end. He relented; given the state of his body, there wouldn't be a second chance.

B is too conservative. The system has already predicted the outcome of maintaining the status quo—they'll most likely lose the war.

C is correct.

A young dragon condemned to death from birth, its legend contains no second chances.

Either eat the enemy.

Either be eaten by the enemy.

There is no middle option.

"C".

In the video, the young dragon lets out a hoarse, unformed roar.

The sound wasn't even a "dragon's roar," it was more like the instinctive whimper of a drowning cub.

But within that sob lay an inexplicable, obsessive will to survive.

Its four legs gripped the edge of the rubble platform tightly, and its entire head plunged into the core area of ​​the "Void".

Grayish-white corrosive particles instantly covered its face completely.

pain.

The pain was far greater than the previous one.

The senses are screaming, the nerves are snapping, and every inch of corroded skin is sending the same signal to the brain—loosen up, retreat, run away.

But a faint, dark red glow appeared deep in his throat.

It's no longer a faint light.

It was a dark red vortex the size of a fist.

Under extreme life-or-death pressure, the antimatter seed exhibited a devouring efficiency far exceeding its normal state. The core structure of the "Void" began to be dismantled and absorbed at a visible rate.

"Void" emitted a sound—if it could be called a sound—a silent shriek. Its size shrank rapidly, from the size of a calf to the size of a dog, and then to the size of a cat.

Finally, it vanished completely.

Only the baby dragon remained on the rubble platform.

Its head and the front half of its body were covered in wounds, with grayish-white burn marks all over its body. It looked so terrible that it was painful to look at.

But it is alive.

Moreover, in the hollow cavity of its chest, there is a small, dark red dot of light, about the size of a bean, that is slowly and faintly pulsating.

Like a heartbeat.

You have completed your first ingestion since birth.

You extracted a tiny, yet crucial, fragment of antimatter from the remnants of the "Void."

[Your antimatter core is beginning to sprout—current integrity: 0.7%.]

0.7%.

We are still 99.3% away from a complete antimatter core.

Ye Yinchuan stared at the number without saying a word.

0.7%.

This means that the young dragon would need to devour approximately 140 "Void" of the same level in order to acquire a barely usable heart.

Each devouring is a life-or-death struggle on the edge of a knife.

How long is this road?

It's so long it has no end.

But in the picture, the young dragon, covered in wounds, did not fall.

It lay on the rubble, panting heavily, its red eyes cloudy but not closed.

It is watching.

Look at this upside-down, broken, and insane world.

Among those suspended rocks, more "virtual" entities are rushing to the scene. Not just one.

It's a group.

On the tattered scroll, new words slowly emerged: "In this world of reversals, there is no rest."

Your first meal is over.

But the blood you shed attracts even more hungry creatures.

The second cycle begins.

Ye Yinchuan tapped his knee lightly with his fingers.

The difficulty is on a completely different level from Snorlax's simulation.

Snorlax's story is heartwarming. Along the way, it receives help, food, and protection, and eventually becomes the one who protects others.

The Story of Giratina

It's cold to the bone.

No helpers. No companions. No food. Only two options: hunt or be hunted.

It's hell mode from the very first second.

but----

Ye Yinchuan's gaze fell on the dark red dot of light that was pulsating with 0.7% integrity.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Good."

"Once you take the first bite, you'll want to take the second."

"Come on, let's turn the world upside down—"

"This unknown legend, if it doesn't make a king, it will perish!"