Chapter 324: Who Could Possibly Know?

Deep in the Tian Guan Mountain Foothills, a simple wooden house clings to the slope; its walls are patched together from rough planks, with splinters of wood lodged in the gaps, giving it a hurried and secretive air.

Inside, the light is dim, only a small window lets in a sliver of glow, falling on Dr. Laventon's slightly solemn face.

Wang Luo sits opposite at the wooden table, a meaning‑laden smile on his face, speaking casually as if just chatting: "Dr. Laventon, what have you thought of the Origin Ball?"

Dr. Laventon looks up at him, his eyes full of caution and resistance: "Stop wasting your thoughts on this; I will never make such a thing. And I advise you to let me go quickly, otherwise when Captain Majamu arrives with the Galaxy team members, you'll be in big trouble."

"Find this place?" Wang Luo hears it, his smile pauses briefly, his expression turns a bit odd, then he bursts into a hearty laugh, the laughter bright yet tinged with an indescribable weirdness, "Doctor, you're too naive. This place was never secret; it's no surprise they can find it."

Dr. Laventon furrows his brows, his confusion deepens, looking at him bewildered: "If it's no surprise, why are you laughing?"

Wang Luo withdraws his smile, his fingertips lightly tap the table, his tone flat yet carrying a hint of enigmatic obscurity: "Some things, after experiencing once, become too boring. Suddenly I wonder, if it happens a second time, will there be new changes, will we see a different result?"

"What do you mean?" Dr. Laventon's heart sinks; Wang Luo's words are too strange, making him uneasy, yet he cannot grasp the deeper meaning, so he asks further.

"Nothing much." Wang Luo shrugs, his tone returning to the earlier casualness, as if the previous oddity was only Dr. Laventon's illusion.

He casually pulls the faintly glowing Origin Stone from his pocket, flicks it with his fingertip, and the stone floats lightly toward Dr. Laventon, "I still suggest you finish making the Origin Ball. Even if not for me, perhaps Huo La could use it."

"Hm?" Dr. Laventon steadily catches the Origin Stone, the icy feel spreading from his palm; his confusion deepens, his brows knot, staring at Wang Luo, "What exactly are you after?"

Wang Luo does not answer immediately, merely rises slowly, his gaze turning to the dim forest outside the window, his tone now bearing a rare solemnity, yet still cloaked in mystery: "Nothing, Dr. Laventon, I've actually always respected you."

"All the predecessors' designs for Pokeballs ultimately came to fruition in your hands; you even optimized the Pokeballs according to each Pokemon's habits and strengths. It can be said you have an indelible, far‑reaching impact on the development of the entire Pokemon World."

He pauses, turns to the silent Dr. Laventon, and shifts his words: "With your technical prowess, you should know better than anyone that trying to capture a deity with a so‑called Origin Ball is utterly absurd, right?"

Dr. Laventon falls silent, his fingers gripping the Origin Stone tighten slightly.

Wang Luo is right; the stronger a Pokemon's power, the harder a Pokeball is to capture and control, let alone a god.

Even a Pokeball forged from the Origin Stone could never truly capture a deity.

He knows this better than anyone, yet Wang Luo's obsession remains incomprehensible to him.

Seeing Dr. Laventon remain mute, Wang Luo slowly speaks, unveiling the hidden truth: "So, you need not be overly tangled."

"Plainly put, this Origin Ball can only snag a 'god' that is merely a projection left on this world's timeline by a deity, not the deity's true body."

"You want this ball to catch a Divine Beast's projection?" Dr. Laventon finally speaks, his tone probing.

"I have no interest in that thing." Wang Luo spreads his hands, a nonchalant expression on his face, though a barely perceptible resolve flashes in his eyes, "I just returned here, tired of the previous path, looking for some new fun. By the way, there are some things I want to ask Arceus."

He pauses, looks again at Dr. Laventon, his tone carrying a deliberate reminder, yet hiding deeper meaning: "And don't forget, if this Origin Ball can capture the projection of either of the Time‑Space Dual Gods, it could be of immense use to Huo La."

With that, he no longer heeds Dr. Laventon's shocked and puzzled face, does not linger, and turns to walk toward the wooden door.

The wooden door is gently pushed open, then slowly closed, leaving Dr. Laventon alone seated where he was, holding the Origin Stone, his expression complex, the words of Wang Luo echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Wang Luo pushes open the wooden door, the evening wind carrying the chill of the Tian Guan Mountain Foothills brushing his forehead hair, also dispersing the lingering stale atmosphere inside.

【7】 He slowly lifts his head, his gaze fixed on the faint black Rift hanging in the sky—the Time‑and‑Space Rift still floats silently in midair, neither expanding nor shrinking, its surface calm, as if merely a common crack in heaven and earth.

【8】 Yet in his eyes, this Rift differs entirely from what others see.

【9】 Deep within the Rift, a faint red‑black halo drifts slowly, a suppressed aura of the Fanzhuan Shijie seeping quietly through the crack; weak though it is, it cannot escape his perception.

【10】 Wang Luo's mouth curls into a meaning‑laden arc, his voice soft yet bearing a strange omniscience, as if conversing with the air or whispering to the presence deep within the Rift: "Are you about to emerge… Kiratina."

【11】 The wind grows a bit stronger, rustling his garment's hem.

【12】 He withdraws his gaze, looks toward the distant rolling mountains, a hint of depth flashing in his eyes, and slowly speaks, his voice low and obscure: "Arceus once scattered Stone Tablets throughout Hisui's corners, appearing as a king's grace but actually a seal—sealing you."

【13】 He pauses, his tone adding a teasing hint: "And you, having attached Interdimensional Energy to the descendants of the Pokemon that originally helped Arceus seal you, quietly stirred wind and rain, making them ferocious and irrational. You guided step by step, eventually cooperating with Huo La, prompting him to actively collect those scattered Stone Tablets."

【14】 "When everyone thinks Huo La gathers the Stone Tablets to save Hisui, they don't know that each tablet he gathers also unseals another layer of your seal."

【15】 Wang Luo chuckles lightly, the laugh cold, only endless riddles, "When all Stone Tablets are gathered and the seal is fully lifted, you'll break the shackles, fully descend upon Hisui, even command this Time and Space."

【16】 At this point he looks up again at the Rift in the sky, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes: "But… is this truly Arceus's genuine intention, deliberately allowing all this to happen, tacitly permitting you to break the seal?"

【17】 "Or some other hidden presence in the shadows, manipulating everything behind the scenes, using your hand, using Huo La's hand, to achieve some unspeakable purpose?"

【18】 "Who knows?"

【19】 The final sentence he says so lightly that the evening wind carries it away, dissipating among the mountains.

He slowly lifted his head, his gaze toward the faint black Rift on the horizon—the Rift still floated silently in midair, neither expanding nor shrinking, its surface calm and still, as if merely a common crack in heaven and earth.

Yet in his eyes, this Rift was completely different from how others saw it.

Deep within the Rift, a faint red‑black aura slowly swirled, and a suppressed, Fanzhuan Shijie atmosphere quietly seeped out through the crack; though weak, it could not escape his perception.

Wang Luo's mouth curved into a meaning‑laden smile; his tone was gentle yet carried a strange, all‑seeing weirdness, as if conversing with the air, or whispering to the presence deep within the Rift: "You're about to emerge… Kiratina."

The wind grew stronger, stirring his garment's hem, rustling softly.

He withdrew his gaze, looking toward the distant, continuous mountain ranges; a hint of depth flashed in his eyes as he slowly spoke, his voice low and obscure: "Arceus once scattered the Stone Tablet across the corners of Hisui, appearing as a Grace to the king, but in fact it was a seal—sealing you."

He paused, his tone gaining a teasing, thought‑provoking sarcasm: "And you, attaching Interdimensional Energy to the descendants of the Pokemon that originally helped Arceus seal you, quietly stirred wind and rain, making them ferocious and irrational. Step by step you guided, finally cooperating with Huo La, prompting him to actively collect those scattered Stone Tablets."

"When everyone thought Huo La was gathering the Stone Tablets to save Hisui, they didn't know that each additional Tablet he collected was equivalent to unlocking another seal on you."

Wang Luo chuckled lightly; there was no warmth in his laugh, only endless riddles: "When all the Stone Tablets are gathered and the seal is completely lifted, you will break the shackles, fully descend upon Hisui, and even command this Time and Space."

Speaking of this, he again lifted his head to stare at the Rift in the sky, a flash of doubt passing through his eyes: "But… is all this truly Arceus's intention, deliberately allowing this to happen, tacitly permitting you to break the seal?"

"Or some other hidden existence lurking in the shadows, manipulating everything behind the scenes, using your hand, using Huo La's hand, to achieve some unspeakable purpose?"

"Who can say?"

The final sentence he uttered was extremely light, carried away by the evening breeze, dissipating among the mountains.