Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

The title of successor, after all the twists and turns, still belongs to Higana, but how to subdue the dragon god and gain its approval is up to her alone.

Of course, Nan Yin has gained a lot here. The Flying Dragon has become more and more proficient in controlling itself, and has also learned the essence of the finishing touch. It has become unique in its manipulation and has begun to have the foundation of a legend.

Rewinding her thoughts, unlike the current scarcity of information, the girl clearly understood the true nature of that demon god.

Yes, it nearly destroyed Carlos, and only Arceus's forceful intervention could suppress it. It possesses the power of another dimension, the super demon god of the light wheel—Liberated Hoopa.

The train stopped, the doors opened and closed, and the warm and dry desert wind rushed in, but was blocked by telekinesis.

Their eyes met, but neither made a sound; Diancie simply and silently extinguished the girl's burning desire.

Without revealing anything, Nan Yin simply took Pink Diamond Princess's little hand gently.

It's a tacit understanding, a mutual understanding between two people.

White stone bungalows stand side by side, while skyscrapers reach straight to the sky.

Oasis and desert are separated by a seemingly irreconcilable divide, yet they coexist harmoniously—this is what I've witnessed along the way.

"This place is indeed more mysterious than I imagined."

Her busy work schedule in the past left her with little time to travel to other places and enjoy leisure time; even when she did, it was usually a hasty trip.

Looking at the striking tower in the distance, or more precisely, the metal wheel behind it, many memories flashed through Nan Yin's mind. It was the set design in the movie theater back then, a grand scene where countless legends descended upon the battlefield.

"The Desert Tower...that's where the Jar of Punishment was created."

It was an involuntary murmur.

What is the Jar of Punishment?

"An artifact, an artifact that seals the demon god."

Without hiding anything, she told her lover everything she knew.

After so many incidents, even without saying it, she and Korne understood that it was inappropriate to share each other's thoughts and feelings.

"Nan Yin, the demon god you speak of, could it be the one recorded in Carlos's history...?"

He clenched his fists, and also gripped the wrist of the girl beside him; it was worry, worry written all over his face.

"Standing a hundred feet tall, with two feet and six arms, it devours living beings and transforms into a natural disaster."

Just then, a dignified male voice came from afar, getting closer until it reached him.

"According to ancient records, it was initially regarded as a deity because whatever one prayed to it for would be granted. Gold and silver treasures, grain and land, everything was possible."

"But soon people discovered that these gifts were not free; they came at a price—to satisfy the demon god's rampage and destructive desires."

As they whispered, their voices sounded similar, and a figure slowly approached.

"Human greed made the demons grow stronger and stronger, eventually leading to the downfall of dynasties and the displacement of people. Seeing this, Arceus revealed his true form and sealed away the demons' violent negative emotions, leaving only their childlike side."

"The demon god has been sealed away for a thousand years, and this myth is little known..."

The newcomer was tall and imposing, exuding a sharp and determined air. He wore a simple, neat outer shirt and a worn-out cloak, which added to his casual and unrestrained style. He wore durable trousers, the cuffs tucked into hiking boots that were slightly dusty, embodying a philosophy of utmost practicality.

This is a unique quality possessed by top trainers and those who stand at the pinnacle.

Unlike that brief encounter, his angular face now possessed a seasoned maturity honed by the passage of time, and even with his dark brown bangs hanging down, he couldn't conceal his hawk-like eyes.

Green.

A legendary trainer from the Kanto region, a former champion, and Professor Oak's grandson. Logically, after the incident with Lysandre, he should have left with Professor Oak. So why is he now reappearing in Desert City in the Kalos interior? Moreover, he seems to know a great deal about this hidden history?

Nan Yin's gaze sharpened slightly as she recognized the newcomer. Ke Erni's eyes widened slightly as well, clearly surprised by this unexpected reunion.

"Mr. Qinglv?"

So the girl spoke first, her rising intonation hinting at her inquiry.

"Hmph, no need to be paranoid. This isn't a mirage; it's me here. Although Yveltal's petrification did have a significant impact on me, how could I possibly be defeated by it? That idiot from Mt. Silver is still waiting for me."

They might not be considered close, but their past interactions quickly faded the sharpness in the man's eyes, leaving only his arrogant snort.

"Tsk, how should I put it? I was quite surprised to hear someone else recount that history, so I wondered if it was related to the recent series of ominous signs. I never expected it to be you two girls."

Somewhat awkwardly pressing her forehead, Qinglu sighed, as if she had shed some burden, and took the initiative to speak up and thank the person in front of her.

"In short, I was in very poor condition at the time, and my grandfather couldn't wait any longer, so he left in a hurry and didn't have time to thank you in time."

After listening and accepting it, Nan Yin roughly understood where this gratitude came from—in the past, when Qinglu was eroded by the gray winds of Yveltal and turned into a stone statue, it was she who gave him a chance to live and awaken him.

Perhaps because the girl had been thinking for a little too long, Qinglu rediscovered the questioning tone in her words.

"What, you haven't already forgotten about that? Damn it, Yveltal just happened to capture my embarrassing moment and let you girls see it."

They couldn't help but chuckle slightly, but soon they looked away from the trivialities and returned the conversation to the main topic of worldly affairs.

"As you have said, the legend of the Super Demon God is not a fabricated story; it truly exists. Recently, some unusual energy fluctuations have been detected deep within this desert. They are very ancient and very dangerous. The Alliance is paying close attention to this."

"I still had doubts about the previous incident; it came and went so quickly."

Then, with a solemn gaze fixed upon her, Qinglu pointed to herself and spoke.

So, I am here.

He spoke succinctly, yet clearly stated his purpose. This champion-level trainer from Kanto, whether commissioned by the Pokémon League or driven by his own keen sense of ominous signs, had come to investigate unusual events that might be related to the resurgence of the Demon God.

"In comparison, I'm more curious, Nan Yin, how do you know so much?"

"I have read many ancient books."

Clearly, this was an evasive answer, but Qinglu had nothing to say in front of others, after all, even he himself had come here on some kind of intuition.

"Alright, since you're unwilling to talk about it, then I'll share the information I've gathered. If a disaster is indeed about to strike, you can at least offer some advice."

His words trailed off, and the man's brows furrowed as he spoke.

“Recently, Balza, the administrator of Wasteland City, has mysteriously disappeared, and a riot has broken out among the tribes living in the Valley of Creation. My intuition tells me—”

"A major event is about to occur."

Chapter 279 The So-Called Creator God

"Millions of years ago, the environment on Earth was extremely harsh, and human survival was very difficult. In order to seek spiritual sustenance, they spontaneously bowed their heads and knelt before the powerful elves."

"It is precisely because of this that there are the 'Meteor People' who worship the gods of the heavens, and the 'Supercruci Clan' who worship the creator god."

The tower's shadow obscured the crowd, as if several tentacles were lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce.

With a soft sigh, Qinglu continued what had just been said.

“During the Bronze Age, this place was a kingdom where the people of the Overk lived and thrived, generation after generation.”

"But the appearance of the demon god Hoopa shattered this peace. Its nature was wicked and capricious. If it weren't for Arceus's restraint, the entire Carlos would have been engulfed in war and succumbed to the spread of desire."

“Hundreds of years ago, ‘Arzeus’s Messenger’ Gulis, with the blessing of the creator god, used the power of the three stone tablets of fire, earth and water to create the ‘Sealing Jar’ in the ‘Desert Tower’, sealing the dark side of the demon god known as ‘Evil Shadow’.”

After calming his breathing slightly, he spoke again.

"But now, the people of the Supercrest have lost the inheritance of their ancestors and are unable to reinforce the seal. The descendants of Damos of Sinnoh foresaw this."

"The disappearance of the Guardian Balza may be the work of someone with ulterior motives."

Because of her family background, Qinglv was surrounded by books from a young age and received the earnest teachings of Professor Oak.

However, the more he read and wrote, the more he delved into the subject, the less he wanted those legends that had left a deep mark on history to reappear in front of people.

Although it was inappropriate for him, as a researcher, to say such a thing, he truly felt that way.

For thousands of years, countless wars have broken out on this land beneath our feet, and countless humans and elves have perished in that past.

Every living being, regardless of its nature, has its own limits. Whether it's lifespan or potential, there are always unseen boundaries blocking its way.

But the legendary elves are different.

They wield incredible power, and their long lifespans allow them to go even further. This great power has been written about by the world through its pain.

Now all the epics have faded, fallen into disrepair, and decayed, leaving only ruins.

"If we sit idly by and let it develop, the awakening of the demon god may turn into a disaster."

"...a disaster that affected several continents."

History needs to be remembered, but that doesn't mean the forces that once destroyed the world need to reappear.

Qinglu hopes that humanity can overcome disasters through its own strength, rather than simply relying on legends of beings with great power.

This kind of dependency is definitely not a good thing.

Money and power can breed greed and desire in people, and when a shortcut is presented to them, few people can resist.

Therefore, when he sensed the looming crisis in the Carlos region once again, the man immediately set off from afar to secretly investigate these clues.

"Mr. Qinglv, is there anything we can do to help?"

"Saving all living beings, shattering the darkness, and breaking a meteor—such achievements are proof enough, Carlos, the young king."

Qinglu intentionally made a joke by reading out the titles that the media often uses.

However, after several trials, Nan Yin was no longer ashamed of this, especially since she and the man in front of her were not even close acquaintances.

"As a Heavenly King, one should shoulder responsibilities; empty praise is unnecessary. What are the specific matters, or rather, how should they be put into action?"

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, and then gave her reply.

"Although I have some knowledge about the Demon God, no amount of insight can compare to the directness of those involved. So—"

"Please help us understand, Miss Mayari."

Leading the two into the nearby conference room, a clean white figure came into view as the door opened.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back and around her neck, adorned with a light blue headscarf. She wore a simple, plain-colored long dress, the style of which clearly revealed her capable and decisive personality.

"Thank you for coming, Green Champion. Also, thank you to the two of you for lending a helping hand without knowing the situation."

Facing the brown-haired man, and also Nan Yin and Ke Erni, the girl bent down and bowed deeply.

"There's no need to be so reserved. It's precisely because I'm very interested in this myth that I followed the trail and naturally came here."

A gentle tone and a smooth approach to the atmosphere offer a subtle comfort.

"Thank you, but..."

After hesitating for a long time, Mayali finally mustered up her strength and spoke in a low voice.

“Since birth, my brother and I have lived in the Valley of Creation. Whether it is food, clothing or learning, we rarely leave the valley or step out of this desert.”

"The admonitions left by our ancestors, the earnest instructions of our father, and the feedback from the power of the super, guide us to take root in the wilderness and use words and actions to teach the pure side of the demon god and to turn our hearts toward goodness."

"This is both a duty and a necessity."

With a deep sigh, she recalled scenes from her childhood.

On the sun-drenched ridge of the field, my great-grandfather Gulis smiled and reached out, offering a seed from his palm.

She, her brother, and little Hupa gazed at the lush greenery with great curiosity.

"If you want to reap a harvest, you must try planting it yourself."

It conveys heartfelt encouragement.

"What? You want food? Just look at Hoopa's!"

Little Huba grinned and took down the halo hanging on the corner.

The doors were built, and the spaces were interconnected. Before the little guy could reach inside, he was stopped by the former.

The man shook his head solemnly as he used the power of supernatural force to seal the light wheel.

"If you want to reap a harvest, you must put in hard work and sweat."

Little Huba pouted, slumped her shoulders, and dejectedly helped with the sowing.

She and her brother exchanged a smile and bent down to help her.

This memory is beautiful and worth cherishing.

only--

“Ever since I stepped into the Sealed Hall, my brother has changed.”

Her eyes seemed glistening with moisture, and the girl's words were choked with emotion.

"He is no longer as gentle as before. Not only has his temper become irritable, but even the smallest things can easily provoke his anger. Smashing dishes and chopsticks and hurling insults at me have become commonplace. Even when Hoopa and I wanted to give him a surprise, we were still met with cold stares and sarcasm."