This elf world is a bit strange

When the light faded, Firion was already sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

The book remained open on his lap. Every page was blank, yet seemed to be beating with tiny and strange symbols.

[You have already walked out of your own path, but it is far from enough. Take this rare opportunity to settle down. And... this man-made legend, you two are really the most suitable partners... Then I will...]

Quietly observing Firion, whose consciousness had entered another tiny fragmented world, Arceus raised his forelimbs with some difficulty, condensed a point of light, and landed on Mewtwo's body, turning into a faint light that enveloped it.

With a flash of blue light, its figure was moved to the Hall of Origin.

After completing all this, Arceus let out a long breath, slowly lay down on the ground, with an irrepressible fatigue in his eyes.

And just above its head, a crack so small that it was barely noticeable appeared on the smooth ceiling, and it slowly expanded at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, faintly revealing the turbulence of space and time caused by the fluctuations of the outside world.

The loss of energy and the backlash of rules spread to it as it insisted on returning to the past and changing the history that had troubled it for countless years, bringing it scars that could only be completely healed over a long period of time, which were invisible but stubborn.

God is also a living being, and everything has a price, and no exceptions will be made for anyone.

Even if it was Arceus.

Chapter 325: Opening up the Road to Legend

The gray world was empty and nothing existed.

Even the ground beneath your feet seemed to be made of mist, and stepping on it felt like walking on cotton.

One tall, one short, one old, one young, the two figures stood facing each other in this world that seemed to be just beginning of chaos.

The fierce auras were entangled from the moment they looked at each other, but one side pursued relentlessly while the other was defeated again and again.

It was a novel scene, without any swordplay or saber-rattling, yet it seemed a bit sinister.

It’s not a battlefield, but it’s better than a battlefield.

"...Master? Why is it you?"

Looking at the figure that was so familiar that it was hard to be more familiar, Firio swallowed and subconsciously stepped back, dodging the old man's attacks.

Although there was no movement, just the purest momentum, it made people feel frightened, as if they were in a battlefield filled with smoke. Standing in front of them was not only their teacher, but behind her, there seemed to be Gengar, who always had a bright smile and would do anything in battle.

Facing Firio's question, Kikuko said nothing, her pupils were dark, and her already extremely fierce aura became even more intense.

"Dengdengdeng..."

In the silent fight, Firion, who was restrained in his movements, was quickly defeated. He retreated several steps and felt dizzy.

However, Kikuko did not press on to attack, but stood there quietly after her successful attack, looking at him expressionlessly.

It was not until they had distanced themselves that Firio suddenly realized that the person before him was not a living person, but a shadow so clear that even the wrinkles could be seen.

This... is the world created by Arceus, and the ones who appear before our eyes are the outstanding trainers who have been recognized and recorded by Arceus.

In other words... the book that appeared in front of him was most likely from his master, and perhaps also one of the trainers throughout history whose style was closest to his own.

"Swish"

Before he could step forward again, another figure appeared beside Kikuko without warning.

He was not very tall, but he looked intimidating without even getting angry. He had his hands in his trouser pockets and his face was expressionless.

"...Boss Sakaki? You're here too?"

Firion blinked blankly, as if he realized the existence mechanism of this world.

What appeared here should be the projection of a powerful trainer with whom he had some kind of fate, that is, the "Trainer's Book" that was pulled from the bookshelf by an invisible force.

And... this should be the trainer's most powerful moment in theory - at least in the eyes of Arceus.

First, it was the teacher Kikuko, then the half-teacher, half-friend Sakaki, and then next...

Firio's eyes fixed, and he took a stance and looked into the distance.

As expected, a moment later, two figures came together. They were Daigo and Sirona.

Four people stood in a row in front of him. The terrifying aura was like a huge wave that swept over and completely submerged Felio's spiritual world in an instant.

It was not a battle between trainers, but an invisible airflow.

In this unique way, in this unknown chaotic time and space, they convey the trainer's beliefs, will, and the unique and unrepeatable path.

Gengar, Beedrill, Rhydon, Metagross, and the majestic Garchomp.

Powerful Pokémon appeared faintly behind the few people, and the terrifying aura of legendary Pokémon appeared in front of Firion in a special way.

This is a terrifying lineup that would never appear in reality, but it seems to be in harmony at this moment.

They merge with their trainers and show their own paths without reservation - or, in other words, the development of life for humans and Pokémon recorded by Arceus.

In the silent communication and squeezing, the four trainers who had a deep bond with Firion brought him a new baptism.

In a fusion of mind and spirit that is unprecedented in form.

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Pokémon have different styles and different levels of compatibility with their trainers, which to a large extent determines the ultimate achievements they can make, not just physical talent.

For most champions, their path is the legendary path taken by their ace Pokémon, while other partners may not be able to take this step that symbolizes transcendence.

Apart from a very few who were dubbed as fighting legends, there were few precedents of peerless powerhouses throughout history.

This is a dimension that is powerful enough to fight against gods. The only difference between it and the so-called legendary name is the accumulation of quantitative changes and the gift from the Creator when the world was created.

Taking this step means walking out of a path that directly faces the essence of the rules. Some are flat sunny roads, and some are dangerous single-plank bridges. But no matter what the future holds, at least taking this step means transcending the limitations of ordinary creatures.

Therefore, this may be one of the most important secrets for everyone. Unless it is like Kikuko's inheritance of Firio, or Sakaki's extremely broad mind, it will never be revealed to outsiders.

And at this moment, Firion, in a mysterious state, with the help of the perspective of Arceus, the great being who has stood in the sky for countless years, can see every road.

Kikuko's path is one of change and balance, and it is also the route that best fits Firion.

She has been pursuing a qualitative change in her skills for decades to make up for the lack of physical strength of ghost-type Pokémon like Gengar and achieve the balance of "turning everything into her own strength."

It’s not amazing, but it’s the most feasible path for many people.

Firio, who has mastered almost all of Kikuko's skills, is most familiar with this path. He has already stepped one foot on the path that his teacher has been pursuing all his life, and can even vaguely see the goal she desires.

But this was not his path.

Sakaki is the tenacity of being rooted in the earth, and the sharpness hidden in the darkness.

Using the earth as its base, it uses overwhelming force to crush its opponent head-on, without retreating or evading. This is the style of Rhydon, a powerful Pokémon that has given up the cumbersomeness of its evolved form and forged its body to the extreme.

But in addition to toughness, there is a hint of weirdness that comes from bonds, which is also the unique tacit understanding formed between the Viridian Child and Beedrill.

In "The Secret of the Earth", they stand side by side and form Sakaki's wings.

It is this power that gives him the strength to slightly suppress the regional champions and even fight against legends.

A few months ago on Mount Silver, Firion had witnessed the power of this force with his own eyes, and witnessed the true existence that was enough to carry Sakaki's entire path.

The cloud god symbolizing abundance, Land Cloud.

Unlike the two most familiar senior masters, the paths of Daigo and Sirona are a little confusing in Firio's eyes.

Daigo is a perfect planner, with impeccable calculations, full of mechanical rationality and the absolute calmness of Metagross, but he also hides a passion that never cools down in the dark.

A perfect champion and a superb tactician, but also a willful adventurer and a brave warrior.

Shirona's attack is powerful and powerful, which complements the ferocity and toughness of Garchomp. When the attack is launched, it is as continuous as waves. Once it takes the initiative, it will never retreat, but it also has some subtlety that is not easily noticed by ordinary people.

Sinnoh's greatest masterpiece, a fearless strongman, but with a bit of cunning and scheming hidden beneath his vastness.

Four strong men, four paths, each with their own focus, but not without reference.

The majestic momentum guides four different yet intersecting roads, extending into the distance.

Kikuko's way of change and Sakaki's secret of the earth are the most shining and clear. Firion has already understood them in the battle with ancient Arceus and transformed them into his own knowledge.

Daigo and Shirona were hazy, making him feel as if they were something, but there was always a layer of window paper between them and he couldn't see clearly.

The sword arm of Mega Biting Land Shark and the iron fist of Mega Metagross are the concrete manifestations of these two paths. In his eyes, they are full of mysterious charm and unstoppable attraction.

It was like a huge whirlpool, deep and fascinating, drawing his consciousness into it.

Firion, who had never had such an experience before, was deeply attracted by this power that could only leave a mark in the hands of the God of Creation. He was intoxicated by it and greedily absorbed the nutrients of knowledge.

At some point, blurry shadows appeared in the distance one after another, standing behind the four people, some far away, some near.

They were powerful trainers from every era. Although most of their faces could not be seen clearly and there was no trace of their existence in any memory, there were still a few who could be identified.

Especially the first-class star who stood at the highest point among the shining crowd like stars, the strongest at the top of Silver Mountain, Chihong, he and his baseball cap also shone brightly in this chaotic darkness.

Even standing far away, this man who is considered the strongest fighter throughout history is the focus of attention, as bright as the sun.

Shadows appeared on his body.

The impatient and brave Pterosaur, the brave and tenacious Mosquito-scented Swimmer, the naughty but fierce Snorlax...

There is also the terrifying existence that is almost condensed into substance and exudes a majestic divine power. It is better than Darkrai in Poplar Town and can stand shoulder to shoulder with gods and defeat Venusaur.

The path of the fighter is absolute power, unrivaled. Even the cultivator who is on par with him is inferior to him.

With him as the center, countless outstanding trainers throughout the ages have displayed what they know in front of Firion in some mysterious form that can be described in words.

Some are so detailed that even the state of mind can be partially presented.

Some of them are just fragments, vaguely showing some fighting postures, and the style is also very ancient, perhaps they are from our ancestors countless years ago.

This is not surprising. After all, even Arceus is not truly omniscient and omnipotent. He can only see within his sight and understand the existence that interests him.

And this was enough for Firion, or even too much to bear.

At first, he was observing carefully, using his own body to appreciate the extraordinary heroic postures of the strong men of ancient and modern times, and savoring each person's unique skills and tactical style.

Soon after, as his understanding deepened and he was able to draw inferences about other situations, the blurry shadows disappeared one after another before he could even touch them, as if they had never appeared.

In the end, even the figures of Kikuko and the other three disappeared, and he was the only one left in the boundless chaos.

With his eyes closed and brows relaxed, he sat cross-legged on the ground, like an old monk in meditation.

Time has lost its meaning here, and all external things are beyond his perception.

He is meditating and exploring in a transcendent state where he forgets both things and himself.

It's like digging a new path in the dark that is completely different from the ones you have walked before.

Gradually, he walked out a "path" that was very different from that of countless people throughout history, and even the direction had shifted.

He is well versed in tactical details and is good at suppressing his opponents with his status and instantaneous reactions. The most suitable for him is Kikuko's way of change, but not entirely.

The hot blood coursing in his body always made it difficult for him to refuse to settle the matter with a head-on confrontation. His indomitable spirit and never-give-up tenacity had not faded, but instead increased day by day with his victory and growth.

But he is never reckless or arrogant. He always respects powerful people and things, and he doesn't like to use brutal force to overwhelm others.

For this reason, what truly suits him is neither absolute skill nor absolute strength.

At the same time, this is also the ambition that arises naturally in his mind when faced with unprecedented opportunities.

He wanted to take a path that only he could follow, combining strength and skill, two concepts that reinforced each other but could not be achieved at the same time, to achieve a breakthrough in Kikuko's ideal.

He wants to find the "real change" based on keeping pace with the times and regard change itself as the "only constant".

It is not the "balance" that Kikuko mentioned, but the "extreme" that can be switched at any time.

All physiological activities are compressed to the minimum, leaving only the instinct of life.

In contrast, it is an extremely active superpower.

After a long period of accumulation and brewing, they overflow from the body and build bridges of light.

The shadows of the companions emerged from the chaos, still in a sleeping posture, but emitting an unprecedented powerful aura from their bodies.

Shadows flickered, and in the darkness, the companions who were sleeping in the Hall of Origin woke up one after another, and their spirits crossed the boundaries of time and space and merged into Firion's body, transmitting waves of enlightenment and dispelling the last fog lingering before their eyes.

A symbol of swiftness, Sun Eevee is centered around surging psychic abilities and long-range and short-range rapid attacks.

The emperor Nabob symbolizes thickness, and builds an iron wall with the tolerance of water and the toughness of steel.

A symbol of power, a big mouth that uses overwhelming strength to transform into the strongest spear to overwhelm everything.

A wind fairy that symbolizes flexibility and brings diverse tactics with endless skills and contrasts.

A symbol of balance, a noble warrior who uses the power of waves to achieve both offense and defense.

A symbol of strength and power, the Flying Dragon becomes the overlord of the sky with its fierce momentum and extraordinary dragon power.

There is also a nightmare that cannot be defined by any concept. It can be said to be an extension of Firion's limbs. It possesses all the skills he knows and combines strength and skill.