This elf world is a bit strange

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"Take the main entrance."

"Ah, I'm used to it..."

Putting down their legs from the window sill, Musashi and Kojiro grinned awkwardly and left from the door dejectedly.

This may be a rare experience for them to leave a hospital openly without any disguise.

It was not until they returned to the crude base that had been built at some unknown time that Meow Meow, who had been holding the communicator tightly in her hand, suddenly discovered something unusual with the help of the dim light.

"This symbol...isn't this a communicator specifically for the Alliance, meow?"

“So the cadres…”

"...Is it a high-level spy that the boss has planted in the alliance?"

The three of them looked at each other and saw the same sudden realization.

"Snapped"

With fists and palms, the three of them spoke in unison.

"As expected of a cadre!"

In the tree holes in the suburbs, all sorts of weird and irrelevant ideas began to spread.

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"This form... Haha, this is another false bond, this false friendship. It's stupid, so stupid."

In Carlos, an ordinary eastern town close to endless mountains and forests, a tall and thin man in black stood alone on the street, holding a newly published newspaper in his hand, his tone full of disdain.

The thin body was filled with weakness brought by illness and pain. Even though the face could not be seen clearly under the black veil, one could still feel the decadence from the inside out.

Except for those still sharp eyes.

After being silent for several months, the man in black reappeared without any of his subordinates accompanying him. This time, he came to Carlos.

From the newspaper, he saw the battle of Baiyang Town after losing most of his intelligence sources.

The front page headlines are close-up photos taken at the risk of their lives by reporters who never forget their responsibilities even when a disaster strikes.

In a corner of the photo, in an inconspicuous position, the inky figure made the man in black's mood suddenly become complicated.

Anger? Ridicule? Resentment? Contempt? Or... regret?

The unspeakable emotions made the passers-by who were already keeping their distance keep an even greater distance from him, and the area within a radius of ten meters almost became a no-man's land.

"It's disgusting to give up the most important power to pursue some stupid bond, love, or emotion!"

The pale fingers clenched tightly, tearing wrinkles into the newspaper, and he gritted his teeth but could only roar in a low voice, like a wild beast trapped in danger, licking its wounds while indiscriminately pouring out hostility.

"His-"

With a teeth-grinding sound of breaking, the unbearably heavy newspaper was broken into two halves and slowly fell to the ground, while the man in black walked away without any worries.

"Xerneas... the god of life... even without that red-feathered bird, this is enough..."

The whispered words were blown away by the wind, and no one knew what was going on. The only response he got was the dead silence from the Poké Ball on his waist and the looks from the people around him who were looking at him as a freak.

In this quiet border town, at this time when everyone is preparing to celebrate the arrival of the new year, the gloomy tall man seems out of place with everything around him.

Some alert and enthusiastic citizens have even quietly taken out their mobile phones and dialed the police number.

But when Miss Junsha, who was on duty in the town, rushed to the scene, everything had disappeared, including the torn newspapers.

There was no trace at all, the man in black seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth.

Chapter 319: The Temple of Beginning: The Creator God Who Knows Everything

January 1, Cheonguan Mountain, Pillar of the Gun.

After spending a "New Year in the ward", as Ash and his crew continued on their journey, Firion also said goodbye to the friends he made in the town, especially a certain nightmare god who for some unknown reason had scars of varying sizes all over his body, and started his journey again.

But this time, besides Korni, there was also Naz, who had no new plans after the concert.

However, this trip was not for sightseeing, or rather, it was not just that.

This highest peak in Sinnoh, which carries history, myths, and legends, is the guidance that Arceus left for Firion when he disappeared that day.

Following the call from the unknown, he easily followed the mountain and arrived at the legendary place of creation.

And just as he stepped onto the ruins, a deep purple light slowly descended from the sky, landing on this ancient relic that carried the power of creation, and landed in Firio's arms.

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"Is this... the Celestial Flute?"

Holding the magical instrument that was still faintly flickering, Firio looked up at the empty blue sky where even the clouds were gone, and muttered to himself.

【Blow it.】

The silent call echoes in the heart, with a magical power that goes straight to the heart.

He held up this divine object that spanned history with half belief and half doubt, and put it to his lips. Firio, who knew nothing about music theory, seemed to have learned it by himself and blew out a heavenly sound that resounded through the sky.

Amid the pleasant melody, a series of spotless white stairs appeared under his feet, extending towards the distant sky. At the end of his sight was a silver-white palace that was almost unrecognizable.

The Hall of Beginning.

Time stood still at this moment, Nancy and Korne, including Mewtwo who had been hiding behind Firion and guarding secretly, and Darkrai who had thought it over and over again and quietly followed all the way from Poplar Town.

Everyone was at a standstill.

Even Mewtwo could only struggle in vain, using his surging superpowers to attack the constraints of these rules, but he could not shake them in the slightest.

“…Empe!”

In the silence, apart from Firion himself, only Emperor Nabo who rushed out of the Poké Ball was still able to stand.

Two huge gems were suspended behind it, and the profound power of time and space was struggling to resist the laws of the Creator.

This was a reward lent to him by the Sinnoh League. The original intention was to let Emperor Nabo feel the power of two gods with compatible attributes, but he never thought that it would play a role at this moment.

An endless supply of power flowed into its body, half of which was the coldness of metal, and half of which was the might of the waves, merging into one in its cold gaze.

His tall body was in a fighting stance, like a thick barrier standing in front of Firion, giving him an extra sense of security.

"It really is Arceus. Don't be too nervous, Emperor Nabo. It probably means no harm."

Firion looked up, not with much surprise, nor with panic, but just a little bit of surprise, which was quickly replaced by a smile.

He patted Emperor Naboo's shoulder gently, calmed it down, put it back into the Poké Ball, and transformed his superpowers into a big hand, pinching the still shining orb.

"But I don't have the intention of abandoning the one I love and going it alone."

As he spoke, he held the hands of Nancy and Korni, who were walking side by side with him, and looked straight into the eyes of the Creator who was watching him from high in the sky.

From the touch of super powers to the unyielding eye contact, this seemingly offensive behavior seemed to make Arceus feel more unexpectedly amused.

A subtle wave of emotion came from far away and was keenly sensed by Firion, followed by a response without joy or sadness.

Time resumed its flow, the sun was still shining, the wind began to blow, and Nancy and Korni both felt the warmth in their palms and cast inquiring glances.

"Let's go. This is a rare opportunity. Let's go together and see the true appearance of the great being that created all things."

Gently holding the hands of the two women, Firio raised the corners of his mouth slightly and took the first step onto the stairs.

The opportunity to face the God of Creation is an unparalleled honor.

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I don't know how long I walked, but I could see that the ruins below had turned into a small black dot, the towering mountains also looked much smaller and cuter, and the pure silver-white palace finally appeared in front of me.

As I stepped onto the last step, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed. Everything around me disappeared, leaving only the pure whiteness like snow.

In the deepest part of the hall, Arceus stood quietly, without saying a word or moving a muscle, yet he naturally became the focus.

Everyone's gaze seemed to have encountered a magnet, nailed to it, unable to be withdrawn for a moment.

That is not only the power of the law, but also the true perfection that cannot be faulted from any angle.

Arceus, who possesses all the attribute slates, is a perfect existence in this world, round and flawless from the inside out.

With just a simple glance, Nancy and Korni fell into a deep and static space and time again. It seemed no different from the one not long ago, but it had a completely different nature.

Even Mewtwo had lost the chance to struggle, his expression still remaining at the level of three parts surprise and seven parts vigilance when they first met.

This time, it was no longer the dissipation of rules, but the God of Creation took action personally, using the power of time that surpassed Dialga to completely block the flow of time for all existence except itself and Firion.

Not only is Emperor Naboo trapped in the Poké Ball, but also Dialga himself who is recuperating in some unknown dimension.

Even the God of Time cannot defy the laws of this higher level.

"Hello, Arceus, I'm Firion, I think this is our second time meeting, please advise me."

Firion was confused by its sudden action and couldn't find the reason, but he could see that the other party had other intentions, so he could only take the initiative to step forward a few steps and break the awkward silence between the two with a dry greeting.

[No, to be exact, it’s the third time. There was also the boy from another world when you just arrived.]

The voice, which had no gender distinction and no emotional ups and downs, appeared directly in the depths of Filio's spiritual world.

Although he knew that this was not something that could be hidden from Arceus, Firion was still shocked and stunned when his identity was revealed.

[You didn't seem too surprised by this, but you didn't expect me to be so straightforward, did you?]

Seeing Firion's mood, Arceus' tone softened a bit, and his eyes were no longer calm and indifferent, but showed a bit of interest and consideration.

[Over the years, countless humans and Pokémon have come from other worlds, but you are fundamentally different from them.]

The deep eyes flashed with a commanding light, reflecting the afterimages of countless worlds.

[Part of your soul comes from a world that I cannot fathom, but you are indisputably a native of this world.]

Although it is suspended high outside the world, and even often falls asleep due to the damage of creation and the huge consumption of maintaining the operation of this world, but as long as it is awake, it is still an existence with unparalleled wisdom and judgment.

Firion was secretly shocked but not afraid. He knew very well that although he didn't know why Arceus called him here, it was definitely not to call him to task.

The reason is simple: with the power of the God of Creation, there is no need to do such a thing.

Sure enough, after failing to find the emotion it hoped for from Firion, it raised its head nonchalantly.

[You guessed it right, I really don't care about these. Needless to say, although your origin is very special, you are still my child. ]

His far-reaching gaze seems to be able to penetrate everything and see the end of the world. Arceus, who has become everything in the world, has a mind and bearing beyond imagination.

The golden front paws were gently raised, and the leaping light sank into Firion's body, bringing him the scenery seen by Arceus.

It is a kind of clarity where the whole world appears before one's eyes in detail, but not everything can be perceived.

On this blue planet, there are still countless dark clouds, or rather, it is the "unknown" that even God cannot immediately know.

Among them, the largest dark cloud was far away in the sky, yet right in front of us, right in this hall of origin.

[Child, the unknown is the biggest variable in this world. It is both the source of chaos and the basis of order.]

Dark Zygarde.

The runaway Taijing energy.

The two gods of time and space fighting to the death.

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Scenes from the past emerged one by one, and the long river of time also reversed the direction of progress time and time again.

In this fragile space and time, the butterfly effect becomes particularly obvious, and every variable will bring about countless changes.

But all this came to an abrupt end in the colorful light not long ago.

A calm gaze penetrates the complex light and sees the existence that is free from reality and virtuality, truth and fiction.

The patron saint of Padya, symbolizing paradox.

And... a fleeting shadow of the Creator.

"You mean... all this is your fault..."

Firio suddenly opened his eyes, his bright pupils shining with a strange light.

[The stability of time and space has basically been achieved again, because the fragility caused by my sleep will no longer appear. ]