Live Stream Treasure Appraisal: Your elf isn't thriving!

Chapter 688 The God of Ocean Currents Appears! A White-Winged Bird in the Storm! O Sea God, why are you so lonely?

"Boom!"

A thick bolt of lightning pierced the sky and tore through the heavy leaden clouds.

In a brief burst of bright white light, the colossal creature was fully revealed to everyone.

It was enormous. Its massive wings spread wide, their deep blue fins carving visible trails of air in the storm. It didn't flap its wings; it merely glided using the thrust of the storm, and the thunder and gale of the entire sea automatically followed the flow of its body.

Ye Yinchuan stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes flashing with golden light as he activated his Eye of Insight.

On the retina, a golden data stream refreshed the panel, displaying "[Ocean Current Pokémon: Lugia]".

[Attribute: Superpower/Flight]

【Features: Intimidating, Multiple Scales】

[Status: ??? (Abnormal residual energy detected)]

[Level: 100]

This wasn't the first time I'd seen a mythical beast.

Lugia truly deserves its status as an existence on par with Ho-Oh; its power and imposing presence speak for themselves.

Ye Yinchuan's expression didn't change much, but his right hand unconsciously gripped the railing tightly.

The live stream chat exploded the moment the lightning flashed.

The dense text instantly covered every corner of the screen.

[Poseidon! It's Poseidon!]

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! This oppressive atmosphere is suffocating, even through the screen!

[That physique, that posture, there's no mistake, it really is the legendary Lugia!!!]

[Okay, okay—the streamer really is here to find the mythical beast!]

Lugia didn't look down at the sea. It didn't even notice the metal warship drifting with the current below.

It passed through the heart of the storm.

The mere edge airflow generated by the wings tearing through the air transforms into a devastating wind pressure that crashes down from above.

"Bang!"

The light blue deflector shield on the outer side of the warship didn't even last half a second before it overloaded and shattered, turning into countless points of light.

The moment the protection was lost, a gale-force wind and torrential rain poured in. Under immense pressure, the ship tilted violently, the angle instantly exceeding forty-five degrees.

The people on deck were thrown about, their screams swallowed by the storm.

"Snorlax! Gravity!" Ye Yinchuan roared fiercely in the storm.

"Click!"

Snorlax's massive body pressed firmly against the tilting deck, its paws slamming into the ground. The gravity field unleashed its full power, forcefully suppressing the ship's impending capsizing and pulling it back to level.

Pang Yan Guai strode heavily, blocking the bridge and using its indestructible rock body as the first windbreak, protecting the crew behind it from the deadly gale.

The Blazing Roaring Tiger crouched atop the highest point of the ship's bow, the flames at its waist battered violently by the torrential rain, crackling and popping. Undeterred, it roared to the heavens, forcefully channeling its fire-based energy to create a faint but steady patch of light and heat amidst the cold, dark storm.

[The shield shattered in a second? And this is just the aftershock?!]

It didn't even glance at it! It just passed by! And shattered the shield as it passed by!

Legend has it that Lugia can cause a storm with just a flap of its wings!

[I remember the streamer saying that Lugia is even more powerful than Moltres, and now I believe it!]

Lugia swooped down from the clouds, heading straight for the sea.

It did not launch an attack. But the moment its wingtip sliced ​​through the sea, the entire ocean was cleaved in two.

The seawater churned and receded to both sides, creating a vacuum channel tens of meters wide and hundreds of meters long. This channel remained unfathomably deep for a full five seconds before the seawater on both sides suddenly rushed back and closed in.

Just as Lugia entered the sea, Ye Yinchuan's discerning eye caught an extremely subtle detail.

Lugia had a laceration several meters long at the base of his left wing.

The edges of the wound were spreading with an unusual purplish-black color, like corrosion. That purplish-black color was not like bruising, but more like some kind of corrosive foreign force, slowly seeping into the depths of the wing along the cracks in the wound.

The white feathers around the wound showed signs of withering, cracking, and turning gray, as if something was slowly eroding its life force.

This is definitely not the kind of damage that could be caused by ordinary physical attacks.

Ye Yinchuan's brows furrowed slightly. The thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it deeply because something more urgent was happening.

Lugia disappeared beneath the surface of the sea.

However, the storm did not stop; instead, it became even more violent. The waves rose from twenty meters to thirty meters.

Ye Yinchuan instantly realized that the storm was not a skill initiated by Lugia. It was merely a secondary climate disaster caused by its massive body stirring up deep-sea currents as it dived into the ocean.

Its every move is a natural disaster.

Just then, Ye Yinchuan looked down at the Giratina baby dragon beside him.

The young dragon stood taut on the deck, its dark red pupils fixed on the area where Lugia had disappeared. The rice-grain-sized antimatter core in its chest throbbed violently, and a dark red light flickered from between its scales.

It did not get out of control.

On the contrary—it is extremely clear-headed.

Ye Yinchuan looked into its eyes and understood.

That was not fear, nor was it a prelude to a rampage.

That was hunger.

A very clear-headed, purposeful desire.

When Lugia parted the sea, it left behind a large number of extremely high-level supernatural energy fragments. These energy fragments were scattered across an area of ​​several hundred meters in radius, slowly dissipating with the movement of the seawater.

For Giratina, who possesses the [Reversed Hunger] trait, this is a Manchu Han Imperial Feast that is counting down to its end.

The young dragon raised its head and looked at Ye Yinchuan. A rare, almost pleading expression appeared in its dark red pupils.

It is seeking permission.

Ye Yinchuan crouched down to be at eye level with the young dragon.

The strong wind whipped his black hair back, and the torrential rain lashed his face, but his gaze remained as steady as a mountain.

"Do you want to go downstairs to eat?"

"Hiss." The young dragon hissed softly and scratched the deck with its front paws.

Ye Yinchuan remained silent for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

"OK."

He stood up, looked back at the terrified faces of the guards and crew, and then glanced at the live broadcast camera.

"Don't be nervous. I'm here."

He took a Poké Ball from his waist and threw it toward the raging sea beside the ship.

A red light shone forth.

A tall, elegant, silver-white figure emerged from the water, raising its noble head amidst the towering waves. Its scales reflected a chilling gleam in the lightning of the storm, like a silver dragon descending to earth.

Milotic.

Its body moved through the thirty-meter-high waves as if walking on flat ground. With each swish of its tail, it forcefully cleaved a safe passage through the surrounding turbulence. It turned to look at Ye Yinchuan, its gentle yet resolute gaze conveying only one meaning: it was ready at any moment.

[Wait a minute—is the streamer going to actually go into the adult entertainment industry?]

[A 30-meter-high wave on the surface, with the sea god that just sank below—who could withstand that?]

Milotic is undeniably beautiful and incredibly powerful, but is it really that bad?

【Mr. Kirby, are you crazy? That's Poseidon's domain!】

Ye Yinchuan ignored the comments.

He crouched down and patted the Giratina baby dragon on the head.

"The rules are settled." He held up one finger. "We'll only consume the residual energy scattered in the water, and we won't chase after Lugia. Within three minutes, whether you've eaten or not, come back when I tell you to call it a day. If you attract Lugia's attention—don't try to fight back, don't be reckless. Focus on defense and wait for me to come get you."

The young dragon tilted its head, seemingly unconvinced.

Ye Yinchuan flicked its forehead with his finger.

"Gah!"

"obedient."

Ye Yinchuan stood up and stepped onto the railing at the bow of the ship. The storm whipped his coat through the air. He glanced down at the churning black sea, then leaped overboard.

Milotic caught him precisely. Ye Yinchuan gripped Milotic's neck fin with one hand and reached for the deck with the other.

"Walk."

The Giratina baby let out an excited roar, leaped off the railing, and landed steadily behind Milotic, its four claws gripping its scales.

Milotic let out a long roar, and with a powerful swish of its tail, it carried the man and the dragon into the heart of the storm.

[Dude, it's one thing for Pokémon to go down, but you're going too?]

[What is this? Eating Lugia's foot skin?]

[Host, you absolutely have to come back alive! I can't eat without you!]

Milotic's underwater mobility is on full display at this moment.

Thirty-meter waves appear like tiny splashes in a stream before it. It weaves through the surging waves with an almost dance-like fluidity, its silvery-white body forming a striking yet harmonious contrast with the black seawater.

Ye Yinchuan rode on Milotic's back. Milotic's energy formed a thin, pinkish-blue light film around him, protecting him from the torrential rain and the corrosive effects of the seawater. His gaze swept across the sea surface, and his Eye of Insight continued to operate.

"Over there." He patted Milotic's neck fin and pointed to the right front.

Milos lowered its head to peer underwater, then adjusted its direction.

Within a depth of five to ten meters below the surface of that sea area, a large number of fragments of Lugia's residual super-energy have not yet dissipated.

Scattered. They shimmered with a pale silver light, like scattered stars in deep water, drifting slowly with the current, beautiful yet eerie.

"Go on." Ye Yinchuan patted the young dragon behind him.

Giratina could no longer contain himself.

It leaped into the sea from Milotic's back, its four-legged paddling motion less than elegant, but decisive nonetheless. Its dark red pupils locked onto the silver specks of light scattered across the water.

It opened its mouth.

[Hunger Reversal] is being activated at full power.

A dark red suction force erupted from its mouth, like a miniature black hole. The fragments of super-energy scattered in the water were irresistibly drawn towards it, one after another entering its mouth and flowing along its meridians towards the antimatter core in its chest cavity.

The core light visibly brightened.

The two wrinkled wing membranes on the young dragon's back began to stretch slightly, though not dramatically, under the infusion of high-purity super energy.

Ye Yinchuan rode on Milotic's back, calmly observing everything. He neither urged nor showed any anxiety.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

At the two-minute and fifty-second mark, an extremely low hum came from the depths of the sea.

The sound was not loud, but it pierced through thousands of meters of seawater and rock, causing the entire metal structure of the distant warship to resonate and emit a distorted sound that made one's teeth ache.

Milotic's body tensed up suddenly.

Lugia—I've noticed.

It detected a trace of antimatter fluctuation in the water that did not belong to this world. To the deity who governs the order of the oceans in the present world, the aura of the reversed world was strange, distorted, and like a thorn.

A tangible mental pressure surged up from the deepest part of the sea.

That wasn't an attack, nor was it a skill.

It was merely the gaze of the sea god.

But the mere act of being gazed upon is enough to send shivers down the spine of any living being that perceives it.

The moment the mental pressure pressed down, the Giratina hatchling's body stiffened abruptly. Its limbs rigidified, and its dark red energy...

The energy was forced back into his body by an invisible force. With the last wisp of energy fragment still dangling from his mouth, his entire body began to sink uncontrollably.

That was pure dominance.

The sea god was scrutinizing this weak creature that exuded an aura of heresy.

Ye Yinchuan showed no sign of panic.

He didn't even move. He just glanced down at the sinking baby dragon and then let out a soft breath.

Milotic.

"Sing".

Milotic reacted faster than anyone expected.

Its slender body resembled a silver sword as it plunged into the water. The seawater automatically dispersed around it, and its powerful affinity for water allowed it to maintain far greater agility than usual even within Lugia's mental pressure field.

Three seconds.

Milotic used its long tail to precisely wrap around the stiff Giratina hatchling from a depth of twelve meters underwater, then turned upwards and burst out of the water like an arrow.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

The baby dragon landed back on Milotic's back, its limbs still stiff, but it was no longer in danger of sinking further.

Ye Yinchuan reached out and pulled the baby dragon into his arms, stabilizing its body with one hand.

Just then, Lugia's mental pressure spread along the seawater into Ye Yinchuan's perception range.

The pressure is immense, like an invisible mountain.

Ye Yinchuan did not resist.

He merely released his heavenly aura slightly to envelop the young dragon in his arms, while simultaneously sending a wisp of spiritual energy—not combat-oriented, but rather declarative—following the path of that pressure into the deep sea.

The idea is simple and straightforward.

"Luggia, this little creature is my companion. It meant no harm, it's just hungry. I apologize for any offense it may have caused."

His tone was sincere, and everything was true.

Deep in the ocean.

The overwhelming mental pressure stopped.

The pressure receded like a receding tide.

Lugia did not pursue the matter further.

But its consciousness was not completely severed. In the last moment before the mental pressure subsided, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible emotional fluctuation rose from the bottom of the deep sea.

That wasn't anger.

This is not a warning.

It was something that Ye Yinchuan took several seconds to recognize.

That was a sigh.

The lament about loneliness even carried a hint of joy.

In that instant, an image involuntarily flashed through Ye Yinchuan's mind: at the very bottom of the endless deep sea, in a trench with no visible edge, a huge white figure curled up alone. There was no light, no sound, and no one of its kind around.

No living being dared to approach it.

Countless years of coldness and nothingness.

It lies dormant there. Occasionally it awakens, traverses storms, briefly skims the surface of the sea, and then sinks once more into that endless darkness.

Repeatedly.

"That's not right—"

Ye Yinchuan was stunned.

According to his "Pokémon common sense", the three legendary birds should not be Lugia's "subordinates". Even if other creatures dare not approach Lugia, the three legendary birds should still come, right?

Furthermore, Lugia species have appeared in official Pokémon series, including a Lugia with a baby.

In the real world of Pokémon, why is this sea god so lonely?