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Chapter 304 The Solution to the Mark, The Truth About Giratina

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

Although he answered verbally, Ling Feng was actually thinking about the real reason why the Phoenix King had lost its power of faith.

According to Marshadow, it and Ho-Oh both come from another world, and the trainers in that world are very strong, with some even on par with legendary Pokémon.

What could possibly cause a legendary Pokémon, once revered by countless people, to fall from its pedestal?
They couldn't even stay in that world anymore, so they came to this world?

What is that world like?
What kind of people are those trainers who can rival legendary Pokémon?
Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity about that unknown world.

However, it's a bit too early to think about these things now. The most important thing is to solve the immediate problem first.

That said, having Ho-Oh take action is one way, but another way is to see if we can further strengthen the seal and lock that Rockruff in place so it can never get out. That's another option.

However, we'll have to ask Will later to find out if it's possible.

After all, the people of the Spirit Realm have guarded the seal for so many years, they should know the most about it.

This is probably not a simple matter, otherwise the people of the Spirit Realm would have done it long ago, and it wouldn't have been delayed until now.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng shook his head slightly, temporarily putting these chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

He looked at Marshall and suddenly remembered something else that had been bothering him.

“Marcado, I have another question.”

Ling Feng's voice became a few decibels lower.

Marshadow was still excited about Ho-Oh's situation when he heard Ling Feng's words and immediately came back to his senses.

"What? Tell me."

Ling Feng didn't say anything, but instead unzipped his clothes, revealing his chest.

There, a dark gray mark stood out prominently, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

That was the mark that Giratina left on him.

"This is the mark that Giratina gave me."

Ling Feng pointed to the mark, his brows furrowing slightly.

"He said it was to protect me, and that he would step in if it mattered. But this mark doesn't seem to be that simple."

"I heard that this mark will drag me into the Reverse World in a month. I want to ask, do you know if there is any way to remove this mark?"

Marshadow followed Lingfeng's finger and looked down. When his gaze fell on the gray-black mark, he—or rather, the entire Pokémon—froze instantly.

It was as if I had seen something terrifying.

His previously calm expression instantly crumbled, turning into a look of utter despair.

"You...you said this is..."

Marcia stammered as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

"The mark that guy left behind?"

Its body, which was floating in mid-air, froze.

"How could this be... Once this thing is applied, basically no one can escape."

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

But he didn't show the panic Marcia had expected; instead, he simply asked in return:
"They couldn't escape? So, he's dragged a lot of people into this before?"

This was somewhat unexpected for him.

Has this happened before?
Marcia took a deep breath.

"In his world... I mean, in our world, that's certainly true."

It waved its hands, trying to gesture to illustrate the situation.

"It is said that some very strong trainers have caught the eye of Giratina. He thinks they have good potential or that some of their traits meet his requirements, so he forcibly pulls them into the Reverse World."

At this point, Marcia paused, glancing furtively at Ling Feng, seemingly to confirm his current mental state.

Seeing that Ling Feng remained calm and composed, it mustered up a little more courage to continue speaking.

“Those people went in and never came out again. At least... I've never heard of anyone ever coming back from that godforsaken place.”

Ling Feng nodded without saying anything.

His thoughts drifted back to the scene when he had accidentally entered the reversed world.

That dark, oppressive world, filled with distorted gravity.

He did indeed see some figures in that eerie, dilapidated city.

Those people were dressed in all sorts of clothes, some like ancient warriors, others like modern trainers, but without exception, none of them had facial features.

It was a blank space.

Because of the urgency of the situation, he didn't observe carefully and only glanced at it briefly.

Looking back now, those "faceless people" may seem a bit eerie, but their actions seemed to follow a pattern, as if they were living a normal life in that city.

If those are the trainers who were pulled in by Giratina, then what is their current state?
Are you still alive?
Or rather, have they become some kind of puppet that can only act mechanically?
On this point, we cannot get the answer by guessing alone.

Ling Feng pulled himself out of his thoughts, looked at Marshall, who had a worried expression on his face, and asked:
"What happened to those people afterward? I mean, what became of them in the reversed world?"

Marshall paused for a moment, then shook his head vigorously, his body swaying in the air.

"How should I know! Who would want to go to such a horrible place!"

It seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

"Anyway, they never came out again. That's the key point! Once you go in, it's basically equivalent to announcing your disappearance from this world."

At this point, Marshall suddenly seemed to realize something extremely serious.

It spun around twice quickly in the air.

"It's all over, it's really all over now!"

It muttered to itself, its voice filled with frustration.

Ling Feng looked at it, somewhat puzzled: "Why are you panicking? Even though you're being watched, you still have a month. It's better than being dragged in right away, isn't it?"

Marshall didn't listen at all, his face contorted in pain.

It was filled with regret.

Although there was really no other way at the time, why didn't it have a little more foresight?

Finally, finally, in this world, I encountered a human with Ho-Oh's feathers, and this human even swore that he could help Ho-Oh restore his faith power.

This is a golden opportunity!

Lord Ho-Oh has been missing for so long, and I'm at my wit's end.
Now there was finally hope, but this only hope was targeted by that bastard Giratina!

If Ling Feng is pulled into the Reversal World a month later, who will help Lord Feng Wang restore his faith power?

Are we just going to keep waiting aimlessly again?

What if something happens to Ling Feng inside? Wouldn't that destroy even the last bit of hope?

Marcia grew angrier the more she thought about it.

"Damn it, that stinky dragon, I'm going right now!"

He paused halfway through his sentence.

It seems like he can't do much with his own abilities.

Ling Feng shrugged.

"Alright, don't panic. I know this mark is troublesome, so I'm asking you if you have any solutions."

Upon hearing this, Marshall scratched at his non-existent hair in the air in frustration, trying to calm himself down and think of a solution.

"A solution...a solution..."

It was muttering to itself when suddenly its eyes lit up.

"That's right! Lord Ho-Oh's feathers!"

Marcia suddenly moved closer to Ling Feng and said urgently:
"You said you had Lord Ho-Oh's feathers, right? Take them out now!"

"Lord Ho-Oh's power itself possesses extremely strong purifying effects, especially against dark things like this. With the power of its feathers, it can definitely remove this monstrous thing left by Giratina!" "Once the mark disappears even once, he'll never be able to do anything to you again!"

It looked at Ling Feng expectantly, as if it could already see the scene of that annoying mark disappearing in the golden light.

However, Lingfeng did not immediately produce the sacred feather as it had expected.

He just stood there, with his hands shrugged.

"I can't produce it."

"what?"

Marcia was stunned, wondering if she had misheard.

What do you mean by "can't produce it"?

Ling Feng sighed, pointed to his chest, and then pointed to the direction where the black mist was spreading in the distance.

“Giratina took that feather.”

"They haven't returned it to me yet."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Marshall's expression froze instantly from anticipation.

His face turned bright red, like a ripe tomato.

"How...how dare he?!"

It screamed, its voice rising an octave in an instant, echoing through the empty ruins.

"That's Lord Phoenix's feather! It's a supreme treasure, and a symbol of the Lord! How dare he... how dare he steal it?!"

It was so angry that it waved its fists wildly in the air, as if Giratina were right in front of it.

"I want to go...I want to go..."

The next moment it seemed ready to rush out and settle scores with that Giradina.

But after rushing out for less than two meters, it came to an abrupt stop as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

The figure froze in mid-air, then slowly, very slowly, turned back.

It looked at Ling Feng, then at the terrifying black mist in the distance, and its voice instantly softened, becoming somewhat weak.

"...I'm going to go and give him a piece of my mind."

It shrank its neck, clearly remembering Giratina's strength, just as it had done before.

Lord Phoenix isn't here right now. If it goes over by itself, it'll probably be tossed aside by that guy before it even gets a chance to utter a curse.

Who knows, I might be pulled into a reversed world.

We have no choice but to swallow this anger for now.

Marcia floated back dejectedly, shaking her head in dejection.

"It's all over, it's all over now."

"Now that the feather is gone, you'll have to find other items that have purifying or cleansing powers."

"But this kind of item is extremely rare! It's much rarer than those items that can enhance strength!"

At this point, it seemed to suddenly remember something, and its eyes lit up again.

"Oh, right! Don't you have a lot of things?"

It pointed to the trainers around it who were excitedly receiving their rewards.

"Since you can produce so many random but good things, do you possibly have any similar purification mark items?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then honestly shook his head.

"No."

—Apart from the item we obtained earlier, there really isn't anything else.

But right now he just wants to know if there are any other ways.

Marcia collapsed instantly.

"Really not?"

"Really do not have."

Ling Feng spread his hands, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Nonsense, if such a thing existed, I would have used it long ago. Why would I need to ask you here? I don't want to go to that so-called reverse world."

Marcia was completely speechless.

It opened its mouth as if to say something, but could only fall dejectedly to the ground.

Marshall began pacing back and forth on the ground, scratching his head as he walked, muttering things like "What should I do?"

He seemed even more anxious than when he learned that the Flower Rock Monster was about to break through the seal.

After all, although it's troublesome for the Rock Monster to break through the seal, at least we still have Lord Ho-Oh as our last trump card.

But if Ling Feng is gone now, then everything will truly be over.

Looking at Masado's appearance, Ling Feng also made a judgment.

As for breaking the seal, Marshall is out of the question.

Let's just honestly find the two SS-grade resources we need from that item.

However, Marshall's words were not entirely useless.

At least it confirmed one thing for him—once the mark was removed, there wouldn't be any other problems.

Just then, he suddenly thought of another crucial question.

"By the way, Marshall."

Ling Feng interrupted Marshall's rambling.

"Do you know why he dragged people in there?"

Marcia stopped and looked up at him blankly: "Huh?"

Ling Feng pointed to his chest, his expression becoming somewhat solemn.

"I mean, Giratina. As the ruler of the Distortion World, he's so powerful. Yet he went to such lengths to mark people and then forcibly drag them into his world..."

"Why is that? It can't just be because he has an eccentric personality and treats it as a hobby or a collecting obsession, can it?"

This problem has been troubling him for a long time ever since he learned about the markings.

If the goal is simply to eliminate a threat, wouldn't it be easier for Giratina, with her strength, to just take action and kill the person directly?
Why bother taking the person back to raise them?

This is clearly illogical.

Marcia paused for a moment, then her expression changed to one of sudden realization.

Oh! You mean this?

It floated up, its expression becoming somewhat complicated, tinged with disdain.

"Of course, it's for the power of faith."

"The power of faith?"

Ling Feng was somewhat surprised.

"Does he need this kind of thing too?"

Marcia nodded, a look of reminiscence on her face, as if she were recalling something from long ago.

“In the past, there were quite a few people who believed in Giradina.”

It spoke slowly.

"Although he doesn't often take the initiative to help humans and show kindness like Lord Ho-Oh, people are in awe of him because he is a very powerful being who controls the power of destruction and reversal."

(End of this chapter)