Elf: Is the bear apprentice the weakest? I'll shatter the sky with my fists.

"Although I still don't understand..." he gently traced the cracks in the Poké Ball with his fingertips, "why you appeared here with Groudon and Kyogre..."

Outside the building, the torrential rain gradually subsided.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on Sakaki's graying temples.

“But this power…” He took a deep breath and straightened his hunched back, “this will that even the original Mewtwo acknowledges… I, Giovanni, concede defeat.”

Sakaki slowly straightened his tattered suit collar, his eyes regaining their usual sharpness: "Then... state your terms."

Li Chen looked directly into the eyes of this ruthless man, his voice steady and powerful: "I want you to join my camp as Sakaki."

“Oh?” Giovanni raised an eyebrow slightly, and the Poké Ball spinning between his fingers suddenly stopped. “That’s…an unexpected proposal.”

"Although everyone hates the Rockets, I think..."

Li Chen took a step forward, and Primal Groudon roared behind him, "Someone needs to... reshape its soul."

The mental fluctuations of the original Mewtwo suddenly softened, and it released its suppression of Mewtwo Y, floating between the two.

Sakaki gazed at this creation that had once fled from him, and suddenly chuckled softly: "Interesting... You want me, this 'villain,' to be the reformer?"

His gaze gradually deepened. "Li Chen, you are more interesting than I imagined..."

Giovanni tapped the surface of the Poké Ball lightly with his fingertips, the metallic clanging sound particularly crisp in the silent ruins.

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the boy before him with a gaze as sharp as a knife: "Give me a reason."

His voice was low and slow.

"Why choose a 'villain' like me?"

A meaningful smile curved Li Chen's lips: "I think... you should have already investigated my affairs, right?"

Giovanni's movements suddenly stopped. His memory flashed back to a month ago, to the incredible reports sent back by Team Rocket's intelligence network when this mysterious boy first appeared in the Galar region.

“A trainer from the East…” Giovanni murmured to himself, his hands unconsciously clenching. “They’re said to come from… another world?”

Although the conclusion was as absurd as a scene from a third-rate science fiction novel, at this moment, looking at the Primal Groudon beside the boy, and the first-generation Mewtwo nodding to him.

All impossibilities have become undeniable facts.

“It seems…” Sakaki suddenly chuckled, a hint of self-mockery in his voice, “that my intelligence agents need a raise.”

Li Chen nodded slightly, turning his gaze to the first-generation Mewtwo hovering in the air: "Mr. Giovanni, we can discuss the specific handover details later. Now... I need to have a private talk with this old friend."

Sakaki gave the boy a deep look, then gazed at the perfect creation that had once escaped his control.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand to straighten the tattered collar of his suit, and as he turned around, his cape fluttered in the aftershocks of energy.

"I'll be waiting for you in the reception room."

Leaving those words behind, Sakaki's figure gradually disappeared into the smoke at the elevator entrance.

His footsteps were steady and composed, as if the defeat had never happened.

Only that arm hanging by his side, trembling slightly, revealed the true resentment in the heart of this ruthless man.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Super Dream Y struggled to his feet and, dragging his battered body, followed in the footsteps of the creator.

The original Mewtwo watched them leave quietly, its purple eyes filled with complex emotions.

Li Chen's gaze fell on Mewtwo, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "You actually came?"

He instinctively looked around, "Where's Delija?"

Mewtwo landed gently on the shattered tempered glass, its toes lightly touching the ground. A gentle spiritual aura surrounded it, conveying a reassuring message to Li Chen.

You mean...?

Li Chen frowned slightly. "Did Delija agree to let you come alone?"

Mewtwo nodded gently.

Then, Mewtwo's mental fluctuations suddenly became heavy. It slowly raised its hand and sketched a holographic image in the void.

Countless tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, gradually forming a vast star map.

"Li Chen."

Mewtwo's voice rang out directly in my mind, unusually tinged with urgency: "Your world is being eroded."

The image focuses on a meteorite streaking across the night sky.

When the image is zoomed in, a translucent blue crystal can be clearly seen attached to the surface of the meteorite.

The crystals writhed slowly like living things, emanating an eerie chill.

“Ice-touch bodies…” Mewtwo’s thoughts were heavy as lead. “They hitched a ride on the meteorite and broke through the atmosphere not long ago.”

The holographic image suddenly switched, showing several city ruins covered in ice crystals.

The buildings retain their intact outlines, yet their entire surface is an unnatural ice-blue color, like amber that has been paused.

"The far north has fallen."

Mewtwo's pupils reflected the scene of the disaster: "They are... turning the whole world into specimens."

However, after saying that...

Mewtwo's mental fluctuations gradually softened, and with a gentle wave of its hand, the ice crystal image changed accordingly.

Several familiar figures appeared in the scene.

"There's no need to worry excessively."

Mewtwo's voice echoed in Li Chen's mind, "The Elite Four level trainers of your world have already taken action."

"The Four Heavenly Kings worked together very well."

Mewtwo nodded slightly. "The rate of erosion is currently under control."

"But the real threat..."

Mewtwo suddenly changed the subject, focusing the image on a writhing black shadow deep within the ice crystals. "It's this thing that's awakening. You need to deal with it personally."

Li Chen stared intently at the blurry black figure in the image, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"This is really..."

His voice was a little dry, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the Poké Ball at his waist.

Even though he had traveled the world many times, he felt a chill creep up his spine.

Mewtwo's telepathic communication clearly transmitted the data of that being; the energy reading was increasing exponentially, and the surrounding ice crystals were merely the "breathing" it unconsciously emitted while asleep.

"This is tricky..."

Li Chen tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly stiff smile.

He recalled his fierce battle with Sakaki earlier and suddenly felt that the duel was like children playing house.

His right hand unconsciously pressed against the Primal Groudon's Poké Ball, the cool touch of the metal shell calming him down slightly.

“There’s one more thing…” Mewtwo’s voice was unusually hesitant, “I detected a waveguide frequency at the core of the Ice Tentacle that is exactly the same as yours.”

"What's the matter?"

Li Chen's body suddenly stiffened; this information was even more chilling than the warning he had just received.

Waveguides, as unique energy imprints of every living thing, should be like fingerprints, with no two alike...

"Are you sure...it's my waveguide?"

His voice unconsciously lowered.

Mewtwo nodded heavily and projected a set of comparative data into the void.

The two waveguide waveforms overlap perfectly, with even the slightest fluctuations perfectly synchronized.

Even more strangely, the waveguide was pulsating with an abnormal level of activity, as if... actively responding to something.

"It is awakening..."

Mewtwo's telepathic connection suddenly became urgent, "And... it seems to be calling you."

Li Chen: ......

Well, he's really restless!

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Chapter 632 Li Chen in Another Timeline

Li Chen's breathing involuntarily stopped.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze suddenly, leaving only the waveguide pulses that were perfectly synchronized with his own through his psycho-sensory connection.

It felt like looking into a distorted mirror.

It should be my own reflection, yet it carries a certain eerie sense of incongruity.

"This is bad..."

He murmured softly, his voice so dry it didn't sound like his own.

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the surface of the Poké Ball at his waist, but the cold touch of the metal brought him no sense of security.

Mewtwo's mental barrier trembled slightly, isolating it from all external noise.

In this absolutely silent space, Li Chen could clearly hear his own heartbeat getting faster and faster.

Things are getting worse.

This realization spread slowly in his heart like ink dripping into clear water.

That unknown entity not only possesses its own waveguide, but what's even more terrifying is...

It seems to have anticipated everything.

Mewtwo's psychic field gently surrounded Li Chen, conveying a soothing wave.

It hovered at eye level with Li Chen, its purple eyes gleaming with insight.

There's no need to worry excessively.

Mewtwo's voice was like a calm lake, "That wave... only contains the intent of pure exploration."

It raised its hand and sketched a new image in the void: ice-blue tentacles were wandering all over the world, but their movements showed obvious regularity.

It's like cracking a complex combination lock.

Mewtwo's mental fluctuations suddenly became rapid, and it quickly drew a series of complex calculation formulas in the air.

"At present, that waveguide is our natural ally."

Chao Meng's words fell.

The purple energy trails in the air outlined a model of perfect resonance between the two waveguides.

"But the decoding progress of the ice tentacles has reached 67.3%..."

In Mewtwo's vision, countless ice crystal tentacles were frantically deciphering the waveguide code, and the progress bar was advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Once the critical point is crossed."

Mewtwo's voice was more solemn than ever before: "You will face a 'mirror image' that holds all your battle memories but is full of hostility."

It suddenly turned to look out the window, its telepathic senses detecting unusual energy fluctuations emanating from the far north.

The numbers on the computational model started jumping wildly...

The remaining time has been reduced from the original 72 hours to less than 24 hours.

"It took longer than expected..."

Mewtwo's pupils contracted sharply. "It's accelerating."

Li Chen slowly closed his eyes, his chest heaving deeply.

"As expected... there was no escaping it after all."

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if he had long anticipated this moment.

The downpour had stopped, and a sliver of pale sunlight pierced through the leaden clouds, landing directly on his slightly trembling eyelashes.