Even Sinnoh champions have to work hard.

At this point, Kyogre, having already finished enjoying himself, couldn't help but start complaining about Ho-Oh and Lugia again. These two unreliable guys had to fight amongst themselves at a time like this.

If Ho-Oh and Lugia were still alive, with the power of the three main gods, they would never have fallen to this state. Damn it!

"Are you ever going to stop?!" Kyogre glared angrily at Giratina, who had silently emerged from the shadows. He was burning with rage. "What the hell do you want? Giratina, have you lost your mind?"

"Don't be angry." Giratina slowly appeared in the darkness. In the Reverse World, Giratina has a strong home-field advantage. In fact, if Giratina wanted to, it could completely suppress Kyogre.

Deliberate suppression is unnecessary.

After all, the idiom "a cornered dog will jump over the wall" is not just a saying. If Kyogre is really pushed to the limit and forces Primal Reversion regardless of the cost, then he will be the one who suffers.

Giratina is intelligent and calm. She knows that all she needs to do now is hold off Kyogre in front of her. Everything else, including family matters, has already been arranged. If nothing unexpected happens, Kazama Shirai should not be a match for Cynthia in that state.

If we can successfully bring Kazama Shirozumi back, then it will be worth it no matter what. If we can bring Kazama Shirozumi to His Highness, then any sacrifice will be worthwhile.

If all I have to do now is keep Kyogre occupied and prevent him from going back to help, then that would be a huge achievement!

In these respects, Giratina is undoubtedly a wise man, a very intelligent Pokémon, and he thinks things through very thoroughly. It's just a pity that Giratina didn't expect that Cynthia had a traitor among her subordinates!

and many more……

Cynthia has lost her ability to react; has she been defeated?

Giratina sensed Cynthia's strength waning, indicating that she had been defeated. This shouldn't be the case. The current Cynthia was the result of Arceus's painstaking efforts to strengthen her, and her six Pokémon were also personally granted a portion of their power by Arceus. In addition, Cynthia's own strength made her one of the top champions. This really shouldn't be happening.

Could it be that Bai Mo has become so incredibly powerful?

That's really scary...

So now it's time for me to leave. If I stay here any longer, I'll probably be in danger once Bai Mo and Kyoka reunite!

Not wanting to put himself in danger, Giratina's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he disappeared into the night sky of the underworld.

"Hey, why did you suddenly run away without saying a word?" Kyogre stared blankly at the suddenly disappeared Giratina for a moment, but then realized that the key was not this mortal Giratina. He then flew towards the ground, searching for Bai Mo's figure!

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"Bai Mo, are you alright?" Kyogre, having transformed back into human form, flew back to the ground and strode over to Kazama Bai Mo's side, sniffing him with concern.

"I'm fine." Kazama Shiromo nodded to indicate that he was alright.

At this moment, Kyogre also noticed Cynthia lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious: "What happened to her?"

"I had Altaria use Sing to put Cynthia to sleep temporarily. Cynthia and her Pokémon are clearly not thinking straight right now." Kazama Shiramo knelt down and touched Cynthia's forehead, a look of worry in his eyes!

"Is he acting strangely?" Kyogre stroked his chin as if he had thought of something. "Come to think of it, I also think Giratina seems a bit off."

"Is something wrong with Giratina too?" Kazama Shiramo suddenly seemed to have grasped the key point of the problem: "Is Giratina also delirious and talking nonsense?"

“No, not at all.” Kyogre shook his head. “That guy isn’t much different from usual, it’s just…”

"What is it? Just tell me!" Kazama Shiramo looked at Kyogre, who was deep in thought, and felt anxious and frustrated.

"Although Giratina is perfectly lucid now and fights as ruthlessly as ever, there's always this feeling that her negative side is being amplified infinitely!"

“The negative aspects are amplified infinitely!” Kazama Shiramo immediately grasped the key point: “Yes, Cynthia is the same. It seems that Cynthia has retained all her memories. She still remembers who I am, and her fighting habits and so on have not changed at all.”

"Theoretically speaking, typical brainwashing wouldn't be like this. At the very least, it would erase the other person's memories and add the desires the brainwasher wants. But Cynthia's brainwashing is completely different. It's as if a shackle was simply added to Cynthia's mind, turning her into an extreme tool influenced by her obsession." Kazama Shiramo stroked his chin, confirming the other party's brainwashing methods. He had to admit, these brainwashing methods were truly ingenious!

"If that's the case, then that's terrible!" A bead of sweat appeared on Kyogre's forehead. "If that's really the case, then it means Giratina is just a brainwashed Pokémon. Think about what level of enemy we're about to encounter!"

Giratina is a Pokémon of the highest caliber. More importantly, Giratina is also a Pokémon that governs the divine authority of reincarnation, which is a type of spiritual authority. This unknown mastermind was able to brainwash even Giratina. You can imagine how terrifying this mastermind is!

"But that's not the worst problem!" Kazama Shiromo shook his head, remembering a very serious issue!

"What is that?" Kyogre looked at Kazama Shirayuki, who was shaking his head, and a vague, unpleasant premonition flashed through his mind. Perhaps things were much worse than they imagined.

Chapter 152 In the Dream (Fourth Update)

"What is that?" Kyogre looked at Kazama Shiromi shaking his head, a vague sense of unease flashing through his mind. Perhaps things were much worse than they imagined!

“The problem is even worse. Who can we trust in Sinnoh?” Kazama Shiramo gave a bitter smile. “Generally speaking, brainwashing is very easy to detect. But if it’s brainwashing that preserves the original memories and habits, then it means a very bad situation.”

"Are you saying we can't distinguish between enemies and allies?" Kyogre thought about it and realized it was a bit scary. The feeling of someone suddenly stabbing you in the back was definitely not a pleasant thing!

“The scary thing isn’t that!” Kazama Shiro sighed. “I’m now 100% certain that Xilan is a product of brainwashing, which is why Sinnoh has been acting so abnormally lately.”

"The even more terrifying problem is that if they've already brainwashed Cynthia, the worst-case scenario is that there might not be a single person left in the entire Sinnoh Pokémon League that can be trusted!" Kazama Shiramo imagined this terrifying scene, as if a dark hand was manipulating the entire Sinnoh Pokémon League like a puppet. Although Sinnoh may seem the same as before, it has been fundamentally transformed into a completely different organization—an organization that will not obey the League's orders at all. What's even more terrifying is that the Pokémon League is still unaware of this!

"So what should we do now?" Kyogre asked with a bitter face. Objectively speaking, Kyogre is not a Pokémon that is all brawn and no brains, but the current situation is too complicated for Kyogre to know what to do.

"In short, we need to escape now." Kazama Shiramo nodded: "Escape from this inverted world, and at least escape from the Sinnoh region. We can't stay in Sinnoh any longer."

“Of course, if possible…” Kazama Shiramo looked at Cynthia lying on the ground, fast asleep, “I want to try to wake Cynthia up first. It’s always good to find a way to get her awake!”

“We can give it a try.” Kyogre nodded in agreement with Kazama Shiramo’s opinion: “You have a very high level of expertise in psychic abilities. I will try to use divine power to bless you and try to use telepathy to see if I can awaken Cynthia.”

When will it begin?

"Right now!" Kyogre said decisively. "That little bitch Giratina is gone now and probably won't be back anytime soon, but it's hard to say what will happen if it goes on for too long. Let's take Cynthia to the hotel first and try to wake her up. If we really can't wake her up, we'll just have to leave her here."

"Leave it here..." Kazama Shiromo was a little taken aback; this way of handling things was a bit hard to accept!

"Don't worry." Kazama Shiramo was a bit confused because he was caught up in the situation, but Kyogre understood very well: "The other side wouldn't just let go of such a top-tier Champion-level fighter. After all, Cynthia, as the Sinnoh Champion, has immense value in terms of both her strength and influence. They wouldn't just leave her here unattended. In fact, it would be a real loss for us to let her go. But think about it, you wouldn't actually kill Cynthia, would you?"

"That seems to make sense. Let's go back to that hotel and try it." Kazama Shiramo picked up Cynthia in his arms and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

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To be honest, Kazama Shiramo felt it wasn't a good idea to put Cynthia on the bed in the original room.

After all, the room and the bed were filled with the smell of hormones, the place where Kyogre had just fought, and there were still Kyogre's water stains on the sheets.

Tsk tsk tsk, what can I say? Kyogre truly lives up to his title as the god of the sea! Oh, ocean, you are all water!

Ahem, but there's no time to worry about the consequences in this emergency. Kazama Shiramo gently placed Cynthia on the bed, glanced back at Kyogre, and Kyogre took Kazama Shiramo's hand, indicating that he could begin.

Kazama Shiromo sat on the boat, leaned down, and gently pressed his forehead against Cynthia's forehead.

The divine authority of the ocean was gently transmitted, and the gentle, water-like divine authority once again blessed Kazama Shiro. His spiritual power slowly seeped into him, and Kazama Shiro's spirit traveled down his forehead and into Cynthia's mind!

It was passed on, passed on, passed on, and so on, until it reached Cynthia's dream.

……

White, a vast expanse of white, like the pristine white ward of a mental hospital, indistinct and incomprehensible.

The gentle singing echoed through the vast space. The singing was beautiful, but also indistinct; it was neither audible nor clear enough to understand.

The slowly echoing singing sounded like the lullabies your mother used to sing to you when you were little, or the hymns sung by the little angels in the church choir.

A beam of light illuminates...

A layer of misty rain, scattered...

The little deer in the countryside are so happy...

When will that handsome young man arrive...?

A resounding song is being sung on the banks of the River of Souls…

My heart, where are you now...?

Kazama Shiro followed the slowly echoing song, and although it was a vast expanse of white, he seemed to be able to easily find the path under his feet and where he was going.

Finally, finally, a scene appeared before my eyes—a tree. That tree was so strange.

Although the tree was already withered and had no leaves left, it still had many fruits hanging on it.

Peaches, pears, oranges, apples, bananas, strawberries, dragon fruit, mangosteens, yellow peaches... Why can such seemingly fragile branches be hung with heavy cantaloupes and watermelons?

This is so illogical! Kazama Shiromo shook his head, feeling a bit silly for seeking a sense of reality in a dream; he must be crazy!

Kazama Shiramo walked into the tree, stroked it, and then thought, "Wait, something seems off."

The rough tree trunk seemed to have some kind of texture, and it looked like words were carved on it.

Kazama Shiramo gently wiped the dust off the tree trunk, watching the gradually clearer texture, on which was faintly engraved the words—"One flower blooms only for one tree..."

Chapter 153 Three Years as a Starting Point (Fifth Update)

Kazama Shiramo gently wiped the dust off the tree trunk, watching the gradually clearer texture, on which was faintly engraved the words—"One flower blooms only for one tree..."

One flower blooms only for one tree...

Kazama Shiramo looked at the tree suspiciously. The tree trunk was carved with the words "One flower blooms only for one tree," but there was no other text on it, only…

A tree full of all sorts of strange and wonderful fruits...

How strange! What kind of strange things are in Cynthia's dreams? Kazama Shiramo is a little confused, not knowing what young girls are thinking these days.

Wait, there's a path behind the tree, lined with weeds and wildflowers, as if it's guiding me somewhere.

Kazama Shiromo didn't hesitate and walked along the path, but he didn't see the withered tree behind him, which seemed to have come to life, splitting open to reveal a sinister smile...

"That is……"

Kazama Shiramo followed the path and arrived at the front of a courtyard. There, he saw a figure flash by. It looked like a Pokémon that resembled a rabbit, but it ran so fast that Kazama Shiramo couldn't quite make out what it was.

The little deer in the countryside are so happy...

When will that handsome young man arrive...?

A resounding song is being sung on the banks of the River of Souls…

My heart, where are you now...?

The singing started again. Indeed, Kazama Shiro felt that the voice was extremely familiar. He walked in through the small gate of the courtyard. Kazama Shiro couldn't help but feel a little guilty and sneaked in.

Peeking out from the bushes, I could see that the loud singing was indeed coming from this little courtyard. It was a little girl who looked about eight or nine years old, singing in the courtyard.

Her long golden hair swayed gently in the breeze, truly a classic example of someone who made a fortune in three years and was even sentenced to death!

This must be Cynthia as a child. Kazama Shiramo wasn't blind enough to recognize her completely; she knew exactly who the little girl was. It was precisely because of this that Kazama Shiramo understood what kind of situation she was in.

In the dream, I met the young owner of the dream. Even a fool would know what this meant!

To unravel this dream and awaken Cynthia, the crucial moment lies before us, but...

As footsteps approached, Kazama Shiromo suddenly felt extremely guilty for some reason. He quickly shrank into the bushes and cautiously peeked out from the gaps to watch the person walking towards him.

It was a man, a very familiar man, so familiar he couldn't be more familiar.

Thin lips, slightly upturned corners of the mouth, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes—this man looked so familiar, you could see him every day just by looking in the mirror. Kazama Shiromo covered his face, unsure whether to laugh or cry.