Chapter 395: The Birth of Kyurem

After several minutes, Huo La finally came to his senses slowly, the shock on his face gradually fading, yet still tinged with lingering bewilderment.

He shakily extended his hand, lifted the latte before him, and gulped it down heedlessly; the warm coffee slipped down his mouth corner, soaking his neck, and he didn't notice at all, as if all his attention remained on the secret Ma Shu Mu had just mentioned.

When the last drop of coffee entered his stomach, Huo La let out a long belch, then slowly inhaled deeply, forcefully set the cup down, the cup bottom striking the table with a soft clink; his eyes were urgent and slightly inquisitive as he said, "The system inside me is Arceus's soul!?"

Ma Shu Mu heard this, likewise gently set his coffee cup down, a approving smile appearing on his face, and lightly nodded, "Smart! You grasped it in a single point."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming solemn: "After I fully possessed Arceus's flesh and took over all his memories and knowledge, I finally understood two crucial matters."

"First, since worlds exist, there cannot be only one god."

"The Homeworld we belong to also has its own 'god', the controller of the World Rules. Otherwise we could not explain why I crossed from Homeworld into the Pokemon World, nor why Homeworld's power can suppress Arceus, allowing me to easily Crow Takes Magpie's Nest and occupy his flesh."

At this point Ma Shu Mu lightly shrugged, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Of course, I have never seen that god of Homeworld, but I am certain it exists; we simply have never noticed it."

Huo La's previously somewhat calm heart was once again tossed into turmoil by Ma Shu Mu's words; his pulse raced, his mind whirred, countless questions surged—Homeworld also has a god? Could his own rebirth also be linked to that god?

Ma Shu Mu watched his shifting expression without interrupting, and continued, "The other matter is why Arceus, back then, chose to personally destroy the Pokemon World it had created."

"Why?!" Huo La burst out, his voice tinged with uncontrollable urgency.

The question struck like a thunderclap, instantly pulling him back from the shock over the Hometown God, his gaze fixed on Ma Shu Mu, desperate for an answer.

"Because… it was about to die." Ma Shu Mu said slowly, his tone as flat as if stating an inconsequential fact, unruffled yet tinged with an unspeakable melancholy.

But opposite him, Huo La seemed struck by that thunder, springing up from his seat, his hands involuntarily clenching, knuckles turning white.

One earth‑shattering secret after another, one mind‑shattering answer after another, kept his emotions in a constant state of exhilaration and critical hits, even his breathing grew rapid.

"It… how could… it… no… impossible… " Huo La stammered, his lips trembling, his eyes full of collapse and disbelief; in his mind, Arceus was the Creator God, an omnipotent being—how could it face death?"

"Nothing is impossible," Ma Shu Mu gently shook his head, his tone now tinged with melancholy, a faint dimness in his eyes, "Even gods die. Even the Creator God cannot escape the cycle of life and death."

He lifted the American coffee on the table, took a gentle sip, and slowly explained, "Arceus created the First Pokemon World, the beginning of everything. With a beginning came endless extension and expansion; eventually, the number of Pokemon Worlds it created grew, and each creation drained its massive life force and divine power. Over time, it grew increasingly weak, even maintaining its own form became ever harder."

"Until one day, it suddenly realized it was no longer merely weak; its life force was draining at a visible rate, the shadow of death slowly enveloping it."

Ma Shu Mu's voice deepened, as if seeing that despair through Arceus's memories, "It began to fear, to frantically search for any way to restore its life force, even by any means."

"Then, once, unable to control its panic and rage at impending extinction, it accidentally destroyed a newly born Pokemon World. What it didn't expect was that after that world's destruction, all the dispersed life force of its creatures converged and flowed into it—at that moment, it felt a long‑missed power and saw a hope to survive."

"From then on, it fell into complete madness, continuously destroying the worlds it had created, using world‑destruction and devouring the life force of living beings to sustain its own life and power."

Ma Shu Mu's tone was full of sighs, "And those worlds it destroyed and devoured, their fragments and lingering souls gradually coalesced into a chaotic space—that is what we call the Antimatter World, a world of destruction and abandonment."

"The countless resentments, unwillingness, and despair left by dying beings accumulated and fused in that Antimatter World, day after day, year after year, and finally, Kyurem was born."

Huo La slumped back into his seat, his strength seemingly drained, his eyes hollow, murmuring, "The destroyed worlds… Kyurem, that's how it was born…"

Ma Shu Mu watched his despondent state, his tone without pause, continuing to slowly recount the sealed secret: "Destruction and devouring of worlds did indeed give Arceus's life force signs of recovery, even gradually stabilizing, yet its underlying fear never vanished."

"It fears that if this balance ever breaks, it will once again fall into a life‑draining crisis and head toward total extinction."

"So it cast its final gaze upon the first world it created—that very Primordial World." Ma Shu Mu lifted the American coffee again, took another sip, his eyes even more forlorn, "It sent Kyurem into this Primordial World, stirring storms and triggering cataclysm, and that was what led to the great battle where I stepped forward, later hailed by posterity as the Xicui Hero."