This elf world is a bit strange

Firion smiled, stood up and walked over to him, using his super powers to easily break the shackles and set him free.

"As for my identity... I was commissioned by someone who couldn't go back to the past to investigate directly. I was asked to find out why you didn't return the source of life as promised and attacked it. In other words... you can also think of me as its messenger."

"You...! Does that mean that my future self has failed?"

Damos' eyes widened, he stood up suddenly, then sat down dejectedly on the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

"Yes, I am powerless against that magic. So what will happen to Mitina?"

"In the future, Mitina will be completely desolate, and only your descendants will guard the ruins of the temple."

Firion told the truth without hiding anything.

"It's completely wasted... Is everything we do meaningless..."

Damos found it hard to accept this future and muttered to himself in despair.

"That may not be the case. The future can change, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

Firion didn't mind the dirt and sat directly next to Damos with a leisurely tone.

"We are on the same timeline. As long as we are willing to pay the price, many things can still be done. Moreover, this price is sometimes borne by more powerful people."

As he spoke, he raised his finger and lightly pointed it towards the sky, his eyes playful, completely ignoring the Heavenly Flute that was already slightly hot on his chest.

I think that far away in the modern times, an alpaca that has crossed the timeline to spy on you is secretly doing something, or maybe even swearing in front of you.

But what does this have to do with a hard-working worker?

Firio's smile was full of malicious amusement towards a black-hearted boss, but in Damos' eyes it was particularly warm, like an oracle that fell from the sky.

"Did Arceus ask you to help us? That's great! With you here, we can definitely take back the source of life!"

Damos, overjoyed, stretched out his dirty big hand and grabbed Firion. The strength of his hand was so great that even he felt a little overwhelmed.

However, facing Damos's eagerness, Firion shook his head calmly and quietly distanced himself.

Under Damos's eager gaze, he looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "I will not appear in public again. I want to remind you that I am just an investigator and cannot directly intervene in your history, let alone change it myself. Because it is meaningless."

"you mean……?"

Damos was extremely puzzled. For a simple ancient man like him, traveling across time was already incomprehensible.

"Two reasons, one is about you, and the other is about me." Filio raised two fingers and said in a serious tone, "First, you need to prove your loyalty and integrity, instead of letting me do it for you. On the other hand, we are not from the same era, and we cannot have too many intersections, otherwise it will cause a time paradox. Otherwise, it will not let me do it for you, do you understand?"

"That means Arceus still doubts us, right?"

Damos, who had been so elated just now, instantly became distraught and speechless.

"On the contrary, he still trusts you, otherwise he wouldn't have let me come." Patting Damos on the back, Firio smiled and comforted him, and reminded him, "History is the great creation of life. It is not just one or two people, but the creation of countless people hidden under words and dark sides."

As he spoke, he pointed to the old man sleeping in the cell next door and smiled meaningfully.

There are many people like him in Mitina.

“History is the creation of life…?”

Chewing on Firio's words, Damos turned from sadness to joy. He was not just a pure-hearted person, as he could become the king who led Midina to revival.

Firion just made a casual remark, and it made him understand his responsibilities and true advantages.

Looking at the open cell door, he took a deep breath and stood up suddenly.

"Will you help us from the shadows? If we prove our strength and our faith in Arceus?"

Firion smiled and shook his head, saying in a profound tone: "I never said that, but... we still have a lot of time to analyze it."

"analyze?"

"Yes, for example, first figure out why we have come to this point. You must complete my task for me first. After all, giving is mutual."

Standing up leisurely from the ground, brushing the dust off his butt, Firion looked indifferently at the night sky outside the small window.

"I need to know the situation of Chixin. It is not difficult to see that he is the culprit that caused Arceus's anger. And the silver water he just mentioned, what is that? I find it hard to imagine that there is any weapon in this world that can hurt it."

Outside the tiny hole, the moonlight was bright and the stars seemed dim.

"Qixin and Silver Water, well, the thing is..."

His eyes dimmed, and Damos told everything he knew.

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......

When it comes to Mitina, a mountain city that was built almost from scratch, the name of Chisin cannot be avoided.

Ever since Damos got the source of life, he has been following Damos, personally participating in the revival of Mitina, and putting in unimaginable hard work.

Originally a mountain dweller nearby, he was filled with awe for this miraculous gift and full of affection for this vibrant city-state.

For this reason, when Chisin, who had experienced this magical power, learned that the source of life would be returned to Arceus soon, he felt great confusion about the future, lost in the pleasure of power, and fell into madness.

After countless unsuccessful arguments with Damos, he obeyed Damos' wishes on the surface, but secretly gathered a group of equally fearful soldiers and priests, and found the meteorite shattered by Arceus without Damos's knowledge.

The silver water is extracted from the fragments of this giant meteorite.

It was not ordinary mercury, but contained horrific elements from another world that were completely different from this one. Even Arceus could not fully understand the composition of this substance and suffered unbelievable damage in the process of smashing the meteorite.

Until now, all of this is shrouded in great mystery, and only one thing can be confirmed.

This mysterious substance extracted from meteorites, once accumulated to a certain concentration, can cause great damage to all Pokémon, including gods, even Arceus.

While it is impossible to kill Arceus in his full form, it can still be damaged, just like when destroying a meteorite.

At this moment, Arceus was no longer in his prime, having lost the five stone tablets that were the source of his life, and had injuries from the meteorite that were still wreaking havoc in his body.

Because of Damos' trust, Chisin, who knew all this, made his own plan.

He wanted to stop Arceus, and if possible, take its life to prevent future trouble.

Lost in the pleasure of power, he would not listen to any dissuasion, including that of Damos.

When he discovered what Chisin was planning in secret and wanted to stop it, a coup broke out.

Chisin captured Sidorane and Bronze Bell from nowhere, and their strength was far beyond expectations. Although they were not strong enough to defeat him and his Pokémon partners head-on, they had extremely magical powers and controlled him with hypnosis.

By the time he came to his senses, the situation had already been decided. Both he and his supporters were already in prison, or had simply become the non-existent "slave" class and were exiled to the most marginal areas of the city-state.

Although Damos, who possesses super powers, is not aware of Arceus' power, he has the purest heart among humans. For several months, he felt pain all the time for this betrayal, but he was powerless to do anything.

Even his super power could not stop the super power of a powerful Pokémon that was almost at the champion level.

Until today, Firion has silently planted a "seed of suggestion" in the bronze bell, making this powerful Pokémon, which has been dominating for a long time, no longer invulnerable, and giving him hope of winning.

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......

Damos told Firion everything he knew, and seeing the hope of victory, he looked at Firion eagerly.

"It seems that the saying that people should not become slaves to power is easier said than done."

Firion stroked the Heavenly Flute on his chest twice imperceptibly, feeling the faint heat coming from it, and sighed.

A peaceful state of mind is precious to everyone.

Especially for those who have never seen true power and suddenly gain power far beyond their imagination.

And this kind of people are the most terrifying because they do not realize that they are being controlled and have become slaves to power.

It is because of them that the accumulation of countless people's years of hard work can be wiped out in a moment.

"I know. This is my duty as a king." Damos nodded. Hearing the implication of Firio's words, he made up his mind. "I will go out, gather my men and the people who still believe in Arceus, take back our country, and fulfill our promise."

"That's good. As long as you can do this, I believe it will be satisfied."

Firion smiled and nodded, squeezed the Celestial Flute hard, and snapped his fingers lightly with his other hand. Alakazam, who was waiting outside the prison, appeared beside him. With a flash of blue light, he and the Dream Demon disappeared.

Only faint voices were left floating in the air.

"When you make up your mind and the final decision is made, the rest of the problems may be properly solved, including that difficult bronze bell. I have a word for you: God helps those who help themselves."

"……I see."

Damos's eyes became determined. He walked to the cell door and pushed it hard. He was completely freed from the cage that had bound him for several months.

With steady steps, the King of Midina who led the revival disappeared into the dim lights and his whereabouts were unknown.

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In the woods outside the city, Nancy and Korne, who had been waiting for a long time, were getting a little impatient. Just as they were about to go and find out what was going on, Alakazam and Firion finally returned.

With the full strength of Alakazam and Yume, the psychic barrier that once worked wonders became useless, allowing him to come and go freely.

Except that Alakazam was a little tired.

"Thank you for your hard work, Alakazam." Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat off Alakazam's forehead, Nancy looked at Firion, "How is it going?"

Korni also stepped forward, yawning innocently, and asked, "Did this guy named Damos really betray Arceus, or was he coerced by that guy who doesn't look like a good person?"

"I checked it out, and it's no different from what I expected, but the plan needs to be adjusted slightly."

Firio took the fruit handed to him by Korni, gave half of it to the eager little dream demon, found a clean place to sit down, and talked while eating.

"I guessed it a long time ago. You want to stay and help him, right? Is there any problem with Arceus?"

Nancy showed a matter-of-fact expression, pushed Korni aside unnoticeably, sat next to Firio, and held his arm considerately.

Korni snorted in disdain, glared at Nancy who had got there first, and sat down on the other side of Filio, grabbing his arm as if in protest, and shaking him.

"This King of Mitina is a believer found by a boss who doesn't care about others. If he lets this guy get killed, wouldn't it be embarrassing?" Firion, who was once again in a predicament where he could be physically split in two at any time, grinned and said seriously, "For the sake of the Creator's face, what's the price to pay?"

"I think you are just being kind and getting yourself into trouble." Nazi looked at Firion thoroughly and rolled her eyes in annoyance, looking particularly charming. "So what are you going to do next? Go get rid of those people and take back the source of life?"

Korni rubbed her hands together, not caring about her temper, her eyes flashing with eagerness: "This is great, Lucario and I have been fed up with them for a long time, let's kill them right away while it's dark!"

"Stop fighting and killing all the time. Have you forgotten what I told you during the day? We can't have too much presence."

Feeling tired, Firio frowned, pulled his hands away from the two men's arms, and pointed to the clear but dim night sky.

"On the one hand, we are not people of this era after all. The more we intervene, the more changes there will be. Silver Water should have become something beyond history. We cannot find the cause of such changes, nor can we predict the consequences."

Korni curled her lips and said, "What about the other side?"

"On the other hand, there are some things that we are involved in, but we cannot explain its confusion. The future Arceus knows, but the present does not. What really creates the gap between Arceus and humans is not only a source of life, but also a lack of trust in power."

Looking up at the dim night sky, Firion always felt that Arceus in this time and space seemed to be observing this side faintly, but there was a strange sense of incongruity, which was completely different from what he saw in modern times.

After hearing what Firio said, Nazi nodded and thought: "So what you mean is that the people of the city-state kingdom of Mitina must prove with their actions that they are not slaves of power, but masters of power who can create civilization with their own hands."

"That's right. Only in this way can similar things not happen again." Putting aside his doubts, Firio hugged the two of them at the same time, lay back, and fell on the lawn. "We can't just solve a specific problem, we also have to plant a seed."

Nazi twisted her body and leaned into his arms: "You really care about this and think of everything. This is completely beyond what it has entrusted to you."

"Just do what you can, within your ability." Firio shook his head and squinted his eyes comfortably. "And it is necessary to respect the Creator and put yourself in his shoes."

Nancy shrugged without comment, but Kornie seemed very interested and began to sway restlessly.

She was very interested in the Source of Life, a magical item that she would never see in her daily life.

Seeing her little thoughts, Firion gently poked her little head and said, "This is Arceus's thing, and it is not the power of mortals. Just take a look at it. If you touch it too much, you may get lost like that Chisin."

Korni, who was seen through, complained in a tender voice: "You are so nagging. I am not a child."

"Isn't it? Little carrot head." Nancy seized the opportunity and immediately made the final move.

"Shut up, old woman!" Korni was so angry that she stood up angrily and puffed out her chest, "Who is the little carrot head!"

"Who am I talking about? Doesn't anyone know what's going on?"

Nazi shrugged it off and stood up proudly, the winner and loser were obvious.

Dangerous gazes locked onto Firion from left and right, bringing up a fatal multiple-choice question.

The sky was clear and the wind was gentle, and the moon seemed a little shy, hiding behind the clouds.

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The speed at which time flows varies greatly in different eras.

In ancient Migina, less than half a day passed, but in modern times, it has already spanned nearly half a month.

In the dense forest near Snow Peak City, Dialga, who had been dissuaded from fighting by Sina not long ago and completely resolved the conflict with Palkia, chose to merge the time and space territories of both parties to fundamentally eliminate collisions and squeezing, leisurely landed beside a small lake.

Before looking for a new place to sleep, it also plans to wander around and enjoy the rare relaxation and comfort.