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Chapter 681 Giratina's Journey to the Human World! The Twin Dragons of Time and Space Siege! Farewell, Hades! The Legend Simulation Ends!

A critical decision point has emerged!

The text popped up faster than ever before.

The "Devouring Blade" is approaching. Its size is over forty times your current size. With your antimatter core at 25% integrity, the power gap between you and it is incalculable.

[A: Engage – Utilize the terrain advantage of the rift zone to wage a war of attrition against "Devourer".]

[B: Evasion – Deepen into the deepest part of the rift zone and use spatial fragments to conceal your presence.]

[C: Escape—rush towards that strangely eerie crack you've never approached before.]

Ye Yinchuan's gaze swept over the three options.

A is excluded. A forty-fold size difference, a war of attrition, and other forms of slow suicide.

B seems like a safe bet, but the fact that "Devourer" can move across "layers" indicates that its perception capabilities far surpass those of "Void." Hiding is merely a delaying tactic.

C

That "crack that exudes an unusual aura".

Ye Yinchuan had noticed it in the previous footage. Deep within the rift zone was an extremely peculiar crack, unlike the other spacetime rifts which were dark and cold. Its edges gleamed with a faint golden light, as if something was shining on the other side of the crack.

That is not the light that turns the world upside down.

That was—sunlight.

"C".

In the video, Giratina doesn't hesitate at all.

The giant, dark purple eye of "Devouring" stared at it from a distance of less than a hundred meters. There was no emotion or intelligence in that eye, only a pure and extreme siphon force that would dismantle, absorb, and digest anything that approached.

Giratina turned and ran.

With all four legs pushing off, its claws scraped sparks from the rocks. Gravity reversed twice, throwing its body up and pulling it down, but each time it precisely gripped the nearest rock face, using the momentum to change direction and race toward the golden crevice.

Behind them, "devour" moved.

The entire rift zone trembled. Dozens of floating rocks were crushed into dust by an invisible force. The body of "Devourer" emerged from behind the fragments—it was not something that could be described by shape. It was more like a living, breathing abyss. Its dark purple surface churned and swallowed everything around it.

Its movement does not depend on limbs. It moves forward by "collapse," compressing and swallowing the space in front of it, leaving behind an absolute void.

fast.

It's much faster than the Giratina.

The distance is shrinking rapidly.

Eighty meters. Fifty meters. Thirty meters.

Giratina could feel the siphon force pulling at its scales from behind. A few scales at the tip of its tail were torn off and drifted into the abyss behind it.

The golden crack was right in front of them.

ten meters.

The crack was only about two meters wide, just enough for Giratina's body to squeeze through. But "Devourer" was definitely too big to pass through.

five meters.

Giratina leaped into the air.

Its four claws closed, and its body stretched into a gray arrow, piercing into the golden crack.

Behind them, "Devour" crashed into the edge of the crack.

The entire rift zone trembled violently. The crack expanded, contracted, and twisted—but did not break. The essence of that crack was not a wound in space, but an "interface" between two worlds. Its existence was maintained by some higher-level rules.

"噬" cannot be passed.

The image blurred in a chaotic golden light.

When the light faded, Ye Yinchuan saw the blue sky.

A real, uninverted blue sky with the sun hanging in it.

Giratina fell from the sky and crashed into a barren plain, creating a crater ten meters in diameter.

It made its first contact with soil. Soft, damp earth, carrying the scent of grass roots. Not the cold, hard, suspended gravel.

It raised its head and looked up at the sky with its dark red eyes.

The sunlight shone on its scarred, scale-like body. It was somewhat dazzling, yet also somewhat warm.

It doesn't recognize this feeling.

You have left the Reversed World.

You have arrived in another world. The human world.

The text format on the reel has changed. "Period" is no longer used for measurement. A new unit of measurement has been introduced.

[The first year after arriving in the human world.]

Giratina lay motionless in the crater. Its antimatter core throbbed faintly, and the dark red, egg-sized sphere in its chest cavity emitted an unstable light.

The journey between the two worlds was extremely taxing. It could feel its antimatter core losing energy—the price of maintaining a creature from the reverse world in the normal world.

It needs to be supplemented.

But there is no "illusion" in this world.

It could not smell any familiar food. There was only the smell of soil, grass, the faint sound of flowing water in the distance, and footsteps.

The sound of human footsteps.

A figure appeared at the edge of the pit.

Backlit. Face obscured. Only a tall, thin silhouette visible, wearing some kind of long coat, one hand in pocket, the other holding a glowing device.

The man did not panic. He did not retreat.

He jumped into the pit.

A low, threatening growl came from Giratina's throat. It opened its mouth, and a dark red glow of antimatter flickered between its teeth.

The person stopped. Less than three meters away.

The data on the instrument was fluctuating wildly. The man glanced at the data, then put away the instrument and squatted down.

He pulled a piece of ore from his coat pocket. It was dark in color, like some kind of high-density energy mineral. He tossed it in front of Giratina.

Giratina stared at the ore.

I looked at that person again.

The first words the man uttered were recorded on the scroll.

"We waited three years, then another three years. Signal positioning, spatial anchor points, energy summoning arrays—we used them all."

His tone was flat, even a little tired.

"You're much weaker than I thought."

Giratina did not move.

The man didn't urge him. He simply sat on the muddy ground, his hands resting on his knees, quietly watching the scarred dragon.

A long time passed.

Giratina's mouth reached for the ore. It hesitated for two seconds, then picked it up.

Chew it thoroughly. Swallow it.

Energy—weak but real energy—enters the body through the esophagus and is absorbed by the antimatter core.

The man's lips twitched slightly. It wasn't a smile. His tense expression relaxed a little.

"My name is Li Feng," he said. "From now on, you'll be working for me."

Giratina looked at him.

It crawled out of the hellish world of the reversed world, and before it could figure out the rules of this world, it encountered a human sitting in a mud pit feeding it stones.

It decided not to eat him for the time being.

[First Year, Second Half]

Li Feng is not a good person.

Ye Yinchuan observed all the details of this character in his mind and quickly came to this conclusion.

Li Feng is an exceptionally talented trainer, but he has no League registration record. For over a decade, he has been building an underground laboratory in a remote, untouched wilderness, all in an effort to summon a Pokémon from a reverse world.

He knew of Giratina's existence. But he didn't know about Dialga and Palkia.

There was a huge blind spot in his knowledge: he thought the Inverted World was the only "other world" and that Giratina was the strongest being in that world.

His goal was simple: to overthrow the League's ruling order by using the Giratina's antimatter power.

He calls this "reconstruction".

Ye Yinchuan calls this "late-stage chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome).

But Li Feng's execution ability is anything but childish.

He spent six months figuring out the Giratina's dietary patterns—it needed a large amount of high-density energy ore to maintain its antimatter core, but the energy concentration of natural ore in this world was far lower than that of the "virtual" in the Inverted World. So Li Feng designed an artificial compression system that increased the energy density of ordinary ore by seventeen times.

He did not attempt to catch Giratina with a Poké Ball.

"Use a ball to tame the spirit? What's the difference between that and tethering a dog with a rope?" These were his exact words to Giratina.

Giratina doesn't speak. It doesn't speak human language.

But it appears at the feeding point in the laboratory on time every day.

Li Feng gave it a name: "Ming".

When Giratina first heard the name, its ears twitched. Then it continued gnawing on the ore.

Li Feng noted this reaction down in a worn notebook. He wrote only one line: "It heard it."

[The second year.]

Li Feng began to take action.

Using Giratina's antimatter energy as its core, he created a special energy weapon—one capable of briefly distorting small...

The spatial structure within the area. The effect is simple, but enough to render all of the Alliance's existing defense systems ineffective.

Alone, with only a Giratina unbound by a Poké Ball, he attacked three League Power Stations in the western wasteland of the continent.

There were no casualties. Li Feng always cleared the area before each operation.

"I won't kill anyone," he told Giratina, his reasoning simple: "If you kill someone, you'll be labeled a ferocious beast. Then the League will really send powerful experts to wipe you out."

Giratina squatted beside him, chewing on an iron pipe it had pulled from somewhere. It didn't seem to care much about the power struggles in the human world.

But it is concerned about whether Li Feng has fed the food on time.

Also, the energy in the energy station is a great source of nutrition!

In the latter half of the following year, Li Feng formed a small organization. He named it "Antimatter" himself.

There are only seven members. They are all trainers and scholars marginalized by the league system.

Li Feng never explained his ultimate goal. He only said one sentence at the first meeting: "The existing order is bad."

I will build a new one.

The seven people glanced at Giratina, who was standing behind Li Feng and whose tail swept across half of the conference room wall, and decided not to ask any more questions about the details.

The scene moves rapidly. Ye Yinchuan sees a series of compressed scene clips showing Li Feng calculating spatial coordinates in a laboratory late at night.

Giratina lay outside the lab—the lab couldn't fit it—peeked through the window, rested its chin on the worktable, and watched Li Feng write.

When Li Feng went out to run errands, Giradina squatted on the highest rock in the base and waited for him.

Li Feng has a broken umbrella. On rainy days, he would stand on top of Jiladina's head with the umbrella.

Giratina's head is twenty times larger than the umbrella.

But Li Feng always persevered.

There were no words on the scroll describing their "relationship." Only images. Frame by frame.

Ye Yinchuan looked at these images without saying anything.

[The third year.]

Antimatter core integrity: 41%.

Giratina is nearly two-thirds the size of an adult. Its four legs are thick and powerful, and its wing membranes on its back allow it to glide short distances. The dark red core in its chest is the size of a fist, beating powerfully and steadily.

It still only has four legs. It still doesn't have two other legs.

But it was powerful enough. Powerful enough that the entire alliance classified the "Antimatter" organization as an S-level threat.

Then in the autumn of the third year.

The sky cracked open.

It wasn't a storm, it wasn't a natural disaster.

The sky split open with two slits. One shimmered with a deep blue, cold light; the other glowed with a dark pink radiance.

Two enormous figures, so large they blotted out the sky, emerged from the two cracks.

It was a creature, deep blue all over, with diamond-like rhomboid gems inlaid on its breastplate. Its four legs stood in the void, and each step caused a perceptible, minute pause in time.

The other one was entirely dark pink, with pearl-like protrusions on its shoulders radiating a soft yet irresistible glow. It had a slender body, and when its wings were spread, space itself seemed to bend.

Dialga.

Palukia.

Li Feng stood at the entrance of the base, looking up at the two indescribable beings in the sky.

His face turned pale.

It wasn't out of fear. It was because—he genuinely didn't know.

He didn't know such a thing existed in the world.

His entire cognitive framework collapsed completely at that moment.

"Ming," he turned his head.

Giratina has already rushed out of the base.

Its antimatter core was throbbing wildly. Not with excitement. It was a fear etched deep into its genes.

It recognizes these two existences.

I haven't just seen it. I know about it.

It's as instinctive as breathing.

God of Time. God of Space.

And it—a discarded pawn of the reversed world.

Dialga's gaze fell from the sky, like a mountain pressing down on everyone's heads.

Its gaze toward Giratina held no anger, no hostility. Only a pure judgment: "annihilation."

Palukia flapped its wings. The space within a radius of several kilometers was distorted into a closed sphere. There was no escape.

Li Feng stood at the feet of Jiradina.

His seven subordinates had already evacuated with the Pokémon immediately. That was his order.

Only he stayed.

Giratina looked down at him. His dark red eyes held a question.

Li Feng pulled the tattered notebook out of his pocket and tossed it to the ground.

"Ming." His voice was flat. "Go back."

Giratina remains stationary.

"Go back to your original world," Li Feng said. "I'll open the passage now."

His hand rested on a metal device at his waist—a spatial anchor generator. The device he'd used three years ago to summon Giratina. It could be activated in reverse, opening a portal back to the Inverted World.

But there is a cost to starting it, which is not considered a cost.

Nearby organisms will be completely decomposed by the spatial turbulence, including Li Feng himself.

Giratina shook his head.

This was its first clear, non-food-driven response since it came into this world.

Refuse.

Li Feng looked up at it.

There was a three-second silence.

Then he laughed.

It wasn't a bitter smile. It was a very relieved, even slightly irritating, smile.

"You think you can beat those two up here?" He pointed to the sky. "Don't be ridiculous, they look way stronger than you! Besides, one against two, what makes you think you can?"

He pressed the button.

Golden light burst forth from the device. A portal to the Inverted World tore open behind Giratina.

Li Feng stood in front of Giradina.

Golden energy began to devour his body from beneath his feet, slowly disintegrating upwards from the soles of his shoes.

His expression remained unchanged.

He simply reached out and patted Giratina on the shoulder.

"Walk."

Giratina let out a roar. It wasn't a dragon's cry; it sounded more like a howl.

The golden spatial turbulence had already engulfed Li Feng's knees. His legs disappeared, but he did not fall—the energy itself was supporting his disintegrating body.

"Matter doesn't really disappear, it just moves, or exists in another form—I mean, don't be sad, even though you may not know what sadness is."

Giratina remains stationary.

Li Feng's waistline disappeared.

"I said let's go!"

Dialga's attack landed. A blue torrent of time, powerful enough to erase the past and future of anything.

Li Feng's upper body was rapidly disintegrating. With his last remaining right hand, he braced himself against Giratina's breastplate and gave it a powerful push.

Perhaps humans shouldn't have such great power.

Giratina was pushed into the golden passage.

In the last frame of the closed channel, it saw Li Feng's face.

It's already hard to see clearly.

But his mouth was still moving. Silently.

"Goodbye forever, Ming."

The golden light vanished.

The channel is closed.

Dialga's torrent of time swept over that coordinate point.

Nothing was left.

Even the ink stains on the notebook were erased, leaving no trace of their existence.

The screen disappeared.

The last words on the scroll were coldly cruel.

You have returned to the reversed world.

Your wing membranes still prevent you from flying. Your six legs still only have four.

But there's something new in your chest cavity.

It is not antimatter.

You don't know what it's called.

It is very heavy.

The simulation has terminated.

The reel broke.

Ye Yinchuan's consciousness was bounced back to reality.

He opened his eyes.

Sofa. Coffee table. Temperature-controlled storage unit.

The night outside the window was just as it had been before I left.

He looked down at the pitch-black egg in the constant-temperature storage compartment.

The dark red patterns on the eggshell were slightly brighter than before the simulation.

The system panel appears.

[The simulation of the legend is complete.]

[Entering the settlement phase —]

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