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[Warning: Anyone who possesses this item will be closely watched by Dialga and Palkia, the guardians of time and space in this world.]
Before you possess the strength to speak with the gods on equal footing, please handle this item with utmost caution!
Dialga...
Palukia...
Two more taboo names that pierce the eardrums like thunderbolts!
God of Time!
God of Space!
Lin Che felt his blood almost freeze at that moment. He could almost see through the cold words and sense two cold, indifferent, divine gazes from the ends of time and space, crossing infinite dimensions and landing on his tiny body.
It was an indescribable pressure.
It wasn't a suppression of power, but an absolute crushing on the level of life.
Under that gaze, he felt so small, less than a speck of dust.
His worldview, which he had always built up, was completely overturned and then reshaped at this moment.
He finally realized it.
On this small island, forgotten for decades, what terrifying secret, capable of instantly overturning the entire world, did he inadvertently stumble upon?
He looked down at the stone fragment in his hand.
The dull, gray surface, in his eyes at this moment, seemed to be imprinted with countless distorted laws of spacetime, radiating a terrifying aura capable of dragging the entire world into an abyss of destruction.
This is hardly a treasure!
This was clearly a scalding hot potato that could bring him utter destruction in an instant!
Once locked on by Dialga and Palkia, he couldn't even imagine what kind of ending awaited him.
Will the torrent of time erase all traces of our existence? Or will we be banished to the eternal crevices of space?
Any of these is far more terrifying than simple death.
Faced with this earth-shattering encounter that would drive any Heavenly King powerhouse mad and even lead them to wage war to seize it, after experiencing an initial, soul-stirring shock that lasted for several minutes, Lin Che's heart, far stronger than that of his peers, finally began to beat powerfully again.
The color gradually returned to his face.
Those pupils, which had been dilated with extreme fear, slowly contracted, eventually coalescing into two points of cold light that were calmer and deeper than ever before.
Reason, like a cold tide, reclaimed the high ground of his thinking.
He looked deeply, very deeply, at the stone shard in his hand, as if trying to imprint every detail of it forever into the depths of his memory.
Then, he made a decision.
He neither threw it into the deep sea nor buried it on the spot.
Because he knew that this thing, which was related to the origin of the world, no matter where it was hidden, was no different from the bright moon in the dark night to the true gods, and had nowhere to hide.
The only solution is to place it under your strictest surveillance.
He opened his backpack, and at the very bottom was a compartment he had sewn himself to store his most important documents.
He carefully wrapped the stone fragment in the softest velvet cloth, layer by layer, and solemnly placed it in the most hidden compartment.
The moment he zipped up the zipper, he made a firm vow in his heart.
Before he possessed absolute power to contend with all, before he had the right to speak with the gods as equals, the secrets of this stone tablet, the secrets of Arceus, the secrets of Dialga and Palkia…
He would never utter a single word about it to anyone, not even his closest relatives.
This secret will become his heaviest cross, and also his most powerful and insane source of motivation to climb to the top in the future.
The wind was warm, carrying a salty, damp feel that had washed away the lingering effects of the thunder.
The sky was a pure, unblemished azure, sunlight piercing through the clouds and spreading countless fragments of gold across the boundless sea. That terrifying thunderstorm zone, which had haunted the East China Sea shipping route and been considered a death trap by countless navigators and trainers, had vanished completely.
It was like waking up from a nightmare that had lasted for decades.
The mighty eagle's powerful wingspan pierced the sky, letting out a clear cry, seemingly rejoicing for this reborn sea. Lin Che sat on its broad, sturdy back, his fingertips tracing the feathers that fluttered slightly in the wind. His gaze swept across the calm sea below, but the turbulent waves in his heart were far more turbulent than the ocean itself.
His experience on the unknown island left a deep imprint on his soul.
The evolution of Hakkarosaurus was a surprising and expected development.
The spatial core that slumbered deep within his backpack, a treasure powerful enough to drive the entire world mad, was a heavy burden capable of crushing any mind.
But none of these can compare to Dr. Gustav's final figure.
That great scholar, in his pursuit of truth, was trapped on a deserted island for decades, composing his final chapter with his life. His soul, twisted by unknown totems, craved nothing more than peace at the end of his life.
All of this completely overturned and reshaped Lin Che's understanding of the identity of a "trainer." It was no longer just about battles, honor, and victory, but also a sense of awe that carried the weight of life and soul, and a heavy responsibility.
The aircraft landed at the port of Panshi City.
The dock was bustling with noise, filled with the jubilation and joy of surviving a disaster. Lin Che pulled up his collar, hiding his face in the shadows, and didn't linger in the bustling port. Like a drop of water flowing into the sea, he silently passed through the crowd and turned into a secluded back alley.
He chose a cheap hotel with peeling paint and a musty smell of disinfectant and dampness.
The moment the door closed, all the noise from the outside world was shut out.
He knew that every step from now on had to be taken in absolute darkness, leaving no trace in the real world.
The night was dark.
Lin Che sat in the creaking chair and opened the old laptop he had bought from a secondhand market, which had undergone several physical modifications. Instead of connecting to the hotel's faulty Wi-Fi, he used a series of complex technical means to access an untraceable public network node.
A brand new, untraceable anonymous account was created.
He took a deep breath and opened the internal information submission platform of the China Trainers Alliance. ...
He solemnly placed that thick, yellowed research diary, which contained the fruits of a scholar's life's work, on a simple scanner.
"Ziz...click."
The scanner beam swept across the pages filled with formulas, conjectures, and despair, again and again. Each page was completely and accurately converted into digital information. Lin Che's movements were light and slow, with an almost reverent devotion.
After doing all this, he used his photographic memory to compile Dr. Gustav's dictated key research data on how unknown totems distort space and construct natural energy barriers into a supplementary document, which he then uploaded.
Every jump of the upload progress bar struck a chord in his heart.
This is not just a document; it is the last words of a departed soul, and a bombshell capable of triggering a magnitude 12 earthquake throughout the academic community and the top echelons of the alliance.
He didn't stop there.
Lin Che opened an encrypted email account and entered the anonymous reporting email address of the Rock City Trainers Association into the recipient field. The email content was very simple, containing only precise latitude and longitude coordinates.
He then contacted Elf Funeral Services, the largest and most reputable funeral service in the area. Through an anonymous overseas account, he paid an enormous sum sufficient to cover a top-tier funeral.
The mandate consisted of only one sentence: Go to the designated location and handle the remains of a deceased person with the utmost courtesy.
Throughout the entire process, he remained frighteningly calm, and every action he took was precise and flawless, leaving no trace that could expose his true identity.
After the screen displayed a message indicating that all operations were complete, Lin Che formatted the computer's hard drive and broke the SIM card off and flushed it down the toilet.
He quietly left the hotel and boarded the last night flight back to Shanghai, leaving behind the towering waves that were about to rise.
Hidden strength and name.
……
The next morning.
Panshih City Trainers Association, President's Office.
The atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.
An elderly man in his sixties, with gray hair, was staring intently at the screen. He wore reading glasses, and his hands, which should have been steady and firm, were trembling violently.
The printer is working frantically, spitting out sheets of paper filled with groundbreaking theories.
His face was a complex mix of shock, ecstasy, grief, disbelief, and other emotions, forming an extremely distorted expression.
"Gustav...it's Dr. Gustav! It really is him!"
The old chairman's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.
"A leading figure in space science who has been missing for nearly thirty years, a legend marked as 'missing - presumed dead' in the Alliance archives... We always thought he had long since..." A middle-aged cadre next to him was so shocked by the horrifying contents of the document that he could no longer speak.
"Quickly! Immediately! Organize the alliance's top-level expert team! On standby 24/7! Verify this information with the highest priority!"
The president slammed his fist on the table with a loud, muffled thud.
He suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Also! Immediately dispatch the executive branch to the coordinates mentioned in that anonymous email! At all costs, bring back the Doctor's remains with the highest honors afforded to Alliance Heroes!"
The air in the office became scorching hot because of his instructions.
“Most importantly,” the old chairman forced himself to calm down, but his sharp, knife-like gaze seemed to pierce through the air in front of him, “use all the intelligence resources of the alliance to find this ‘hero’ who submitted the information!”
"They have solved the mystery of the forbidden zone in the East China Sea that has plagued us for decades! They have recovered Dr. Gustav's lost treasure! We must find such a hero, no matter who he is or what he asks for! We must give him the highest honor and reward we can offer!"
In an instant, the entire East China Sea Alliance was put into high-speed operation because of this unexpected information.
Official media outlets gave unprecedented coverage to Dr. Gustav's great discovery and tragic sacrifice. At the same time, they paid the highest tribute to that unknown, mysterious hero who kept his achievements hidden.
Countless people are speculating about the hero's identity.
However, no matter how many resources they used or how many big data screenings they conducted, they ultimately found nothing. The anonymous account seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace whatsoever.
And at this moment, in the eye of the storm.
Lin Che had already returned to the quiet campus of Shanghai Elf University.
Outside the window, the familiar sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers filled the air, while the cheerful laughter of his classmates echoed in his ears. He swiped his finger across his phone screen, glancing at the sensational news headlines, then simply smiled calmly and locked the screen.
This experience shed the last trace of student naiveté, making him more mature and reserved.
He realized more clearly than ever before—
In this seemingly peaceful world, where undercurrents are surging, so-called honors and awards are nothing more than empty titles that add to the glory.
Only absolute power that you hold in your own hands is the sole truth to protect everything.
Chapter 62 The Campus Sensation: It's Hakulong! An Invitation from the Elite Four, a World-Class Stage!
The raging winds and storms of the East China Sea seemed to linger deep in his memory, carrying a salty, fishy smell. But Lin Che's footsteps had already stepped once again onto the solid ground of the Magic City Elf University.