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

The hunter and his Pokémon had long been blasted deep into the rock wall, and glistening blood was dripping from the rainbow-colored horn of Gyarados.

"This is..."

Li Chen's breath hitched. "A mutation and evolution triggered by beautiful scales?"

The icy figure gently shook its head, its memory frozen on the unconscious bear apprentice in the boy's arms: "No, this is..."

Its voice suddenly choked up, “The evolution of bonds, twisted by despair and anger.”

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Chapter 633 A Completely Different Worldline (1)

Fingertips made of ice crystals gently caressed the Poké Ball radiating coldness at her waist, and the figure's sigh condensed into tiny ice crystals in the vacuum.

"That hunter...in the end became a sacrifice at Pidgey's grave."

It suddenly looked up, its icy blue eyes staring directly at Li Chen, its pupils reflecting two completely different trajectories of fate:

One path leads to the trainer's glorious championship journey, the other is...

A sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"How enviable..."

A bitter smile curved the corners of her lips, which were made of ice crystals, and her voice seemed to come from behind a thousand years of ice.

"You, chosen by the system... will never experience the feeling of hiding next to a corpse for warmth."

Rayquaza suddenly raised its head alertly, because it saw that the Poké Ball in the other's hand was emitting a strange rainbow light.

That was clearly the energy fluctuation of Gyarados from my memory.

Even more terrifying is that the frost condensing on the surface of the sphere is slowly forming the words "Pip Bird's Graveyard".

The image is dim.

The scene fell silent.

But soon, the second set of images gradually appeared.

The pale curtains of the hospital were visible.

"Uncle Xin found me in a snowdrift stained with blood..."

The figure's fingertips traced the image of a haggard middle-aged man in the projection. "He had a high fever for three days and was still clutching two Poké Balls tightly in his arms."

Then.

My memory suddenly shifts to a brightly lit stadium, where the banner reading "Rongcheng Little Dragon and Phoenix Cup" flutters in the stands.

In the center of the screen, a boy in a faded school uniform is raising his hand to retrieve his badly injured Gyarados, while the freshman opposite him is slumped on the ground.

"Those chosen ones..."

A morbid smile appeared on the face made of ice crystals, "I will never forget the fear of being dominated by the crazy senior high school student."

In a close-up shot, beneath the boy's blood-stained school uniform sleeve—

The Gyarados's Poké Ball is shaking abnormally.

In the other Poké Ball, the bear's moves clearly carried a ruthless element of trading injury for injury.

Rayquaza suddenly tensed up, because it noticed a faint, icy blue reflection shimmering in the corner of each battle replay...

It was as if an unseen ghost was sitting in the audience, greedily sucking up the malice of the battle.

Ripples of icy memories reflected the numb face of the boy on the podium.

The gold medal on his chest gleamed in the sunlight, but it couldn't penetrate his lifeless eyes.

"I won the preliminary round of the Xiaolongfeng Cup in the city. On the day I submitted my registration form for the provincial competition, I met a girl on the bullet train to Xiamen who kept glancing at me."

The figure's lips curled up slightly, but suddenly a corner of the ice crystal cracked.

"I later found out...that the child followed me because he smelled the legendary scent of my apprentice, Xiong Di, on me."

The scene abruptly shifts to the damp nighttime of Xiamen Island.

At this moment, Li Chen, the Ice Crystal, entered the secret realm once again.

The boy chased after the hunter's afterimage and rushed into the dark, secret cave.

In the flickering light of the flashlight.

A steel dragon with a hole in its abdomen is using its last strength to protect its trembling cub; its metallic body is covered in wounds.

The hunters' sneers echoed between the rock walls.

"It was at that moment..."

The memory was suddenly tinged with a deep blue light, and astonishing waveguide energy burst forth from the boy's blood-stained palm.

Gyarados's Poké Ball exploded automatically, and the rainbow dragon shadow, empowered by Aura, transformed into a materialized raging wave!

The icy figure clutched its chest in pain: "Now I understand... that the purest killing intent is the catalyst for awakening."

Li Chen sighed and subconsciously touched the Poké Ball.

"I see..."

His voice was very soft, turning into white mist and dissipating in the vacuum: "The way we awaken our power has been completely different from the very beginning."

Images of memories floated between the two.

On one hand, there was the golden super-resistance light that he calmly guided out in the secret realm with the support of the system;

On the other hand, in Bingjing's memory, there was that crazed boy who roared in a pool of blood, unleashing azure waves.

Rayquaza's scales flared slightly as it sensed the vastly different energy fluctuations emanating from the two similar souls.

One is like a meticulously tuned musical instrument, while the other is like a broken gong.

“Anger…despair…” Li Chen stared at the cracks on the ice crystal figure’s chest that kept bursting and reforming. “So that’s why your awakened Aura…”

He suddenly stopped speaking.

Because in a corner of the other person's memory, he saw something even more terrifying.

A crack suddenly appeared in the chest of the ice crystal figure, revealing the continuously dissipating specks of memory inside.

“Li Chen…”

Its voice suddenly became ethereal, as if coming from a very distant place, "You'll never understand..."

The projected image shook violently, revealing a shocking scene.

The boy knelt beside the mangled body of the aluminum steel dragon, the waveguide light emanating from his hands visibly draining his life force.

His once jet-black temples gradually turned frosty white, and the blood seeping from his palms mixed with the power of the wave guide, condensing into strange blood crystals on the wounds of the aluminum steel dragon.

"No system was found to repair the damage..."

"There's no one to guide us..."

With each word Li Chen uttered, his body crumbled a little more. "I can only... pay with my life."

The eighteen-year-old "Li Chen" had already developed his first glaring white hair at the moment he saved the aluminum steel dragon.

Even more terrifying, when the aluminum-steel dragon awoke, its metallic pupils reflected the nascent form of an ice-touch entity quietly taking shape behind the boy...

"What a sweet despair..."

Its voice suddenly split into two voices, one half being Li Chen's tone, and the other half like the harsh noise of metal rubbing together.

"The negative emotions he unleashed that day... were enough to feed me for three months."

In the projected image, a boy who had just awakened his Aura power knelt weakly in a pool of blood, while his shadow stood up strangely.

At the head of the shadow, two points of icy blue light are slowly opening.

“In my weakened state, I was like a candle flickering in the wind…” Bingjing Li Chen suddenly let out a chilling laugh, “He could crush me with a waveguide with just a thought.”

The reverse scale of the Sky-Siding Serpent trembled violently as it saw that the boy in its memory had indeed raised his hand.

But in the end, the wave of energy blasted towards the Pokémon Hunter's corpse.

"why?"

In reality, Li Chen's voice was terribly dry.

The icy figure's head suddenly twisted 180 degrees, revealing dense, ice-blue nerve bundles on the back of its head: "Because he calculated it too precisely..."

Its body suddenly exploded into countless ice mirrors, each mirror reflecting "Li Chen" making the same choice in different timelines.

Using souls to nurture demons, in exchange for the power of revenge...

In the vacuum, two silhouettes, back to back, suddenly appear.

"You, favored by the system..."

The silhouette on the left let out a mocking sneer, "How could you possibly understand the feeling of tearing fate apart with your bare hands?"

The silhouette on the right slowly raised its hand, and the afterimage of that "contract" from back then appeared in its palm: the boy's blood-stained thumb pressed together with the icy blue tentacles of the body, forming a strange blood pact pattern.

"He gave me the fragrance of despair..."

The ice crystal's voice suddenly became as long and drawn-out as an aria.

"I grant him..."

Countless fragments of memory suddenly went berserk, revealing the scene of the boy using an ice-blue waveguide to blast his opponent into the wall during the provincial competition.

The way those ice crystals grew wildly on the opponent's wounds was exactly the same as the scene in the cave back then.

"A vengeful fire powerful enough to burn the world."

Time moves forward.

It has condensed into the rugged mountain scenery of the Water City Secret Realm.

Amidst the howling wind, the ice crystal projection presents a breathtaking scene.

The young "Li Chen" blasted Long Kong away with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed Delija by the neck and lifted her off the ground.

The girl blushed deeply, while the boy remained unmoved.

"Watch closely..."

The sound of the ice crystals reappearing had a metallic echo.

"This is... the real Game of Thrones."

In the close-up shot, a strange piety appeared on Delija's flushed face, while the Chaosless Holy Emblem on her chest was melting and reforming in the boy's palm.

Ultimately, it transformed into an ice crystal token engraved with the character "Li".

The scene shifts to the headquarters of the Chaos Uncharted Cult. The throne of the former Holy Son is now completely covered by ice crystals, and the young man sits casually on it, with hundreds of black-robed believers kneeling at his feet.

Most chillingly, Delija was gently tying his new holy robe, embroidered with patterns of ice touch, around his neck.

Let's go back to the Xiaolongfeng Cup provincial competition.

In Bingjing's memory, the podium was shrouded in an unnatural, cold mist. The boy stood at the highest point, and the trophy in his hand reflected not the golden light of glory, but a sickly, icy blue.

Every piece of battle memory that surfaced was chilling.

Gyarados's Rainbow Outrage slashes across the opponent's neck, striking a vital spot.

The bear disciple's hidden force shattered the opponent's spirit's meridians;

The Aluminosi's metal claws pierced straight through the enemy Pokémon's abdomen...

"The same champion..."

The icy figure stroked the illusory medal on its chest, "Different weights."

In the close-up shot, the metal base of the podium beneath the boy's feet is densely engraved with the names of all the trainers whose Pokémon he had ruined.

An icy blue liquid seeped from the engravings, writhing and forming a word as if alive: