Chapter 290: Target!

Seeing Huo La's shocked and unsettled expression, Wusi assumed he was simply unable to accept the weight of the prophecy at the moment, and without further thought continued, "The prophecy records that on some future day, Hisui and even the Whole World will face a new Space-time crisis; at that time a person who traverses Time and Space will descend here, gain the recognition of all Pokémon Kings, and once again join forces to quell the chaos and save the world."

She paused, her gaze turning to the ancient life tree outside the window, her tone adding a hint of distance: "In these years, besides you, I have also encountered a being that crossed Time and Space. Unfortunately, when he appeared, there was no sign in heaven or earth, nor any Space-time Rift or movement among the Pokémon Kings; clearly he is not the one foretold."

"Until that day, the sky suddenly split open a grid‑like circular hole, chaotic energy sweeping in all directions, and you fell from that Rift."

Huo La lowered his eyes, remaining silent.

In his heart, he already had an answer—Wusi's other Time‑traveler was most likely Beishang of the Pearl Team.

Beishang also came from the future, but unlike him, Beishang truly suffered amnesia.

He lifted his gaze to Wusi, his tone bearing a final hint of probing and resentment: "How can you be so sure that the person in the prophecy must be me?"

Wusi met his gaze, offering no direct answer, only gently questioning back, her tone calm yet resolutely unyielding: "Now, do you dare say it isn't you?"

Huo La opened his mouth, as if to say something, but it ended as a helpless sigh.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Although I don't want to admit it, … I have to admit, it must be me."

At this point, whether to admit it or not is meaningless; he can no longer stay out of it.

For Huo La, the most pressing matter now is not entanglement in the prophecy's design nor the system's calculations, but to see Arceus as soon as possible.

Only by meeting the deity who created the world can he uncover the system's truth, and give the swirling doubts in his mind a chance to confront reality.

"Besides the prophecy, Wusi, there must be something else you need to tell me, right?" Huo La lifted his eyes to Wusi, his tone calm yet with keen insight.

"Yes." Wusi nodded calmly, her voice gentle yet solemn, "Not only are there other matters to inform you, but also that Fairy Plate you've been seeking; I will give it to you as well."

Upon hearing the words "Fairy Plate," Ma Jia Mu, Xingyue and others all showed a flash of anticipation in their eyes.

But Huo La did not rush to ask about the Plate's whereabouts, nor probe the unsaid; instead, he shifted tone and posed a seemingly unrelated question: "Do you know Wang Luo?"

When Wusi heard the name Wang Luo, the calm in her eyes instantly shattered; her previously gentle gaze became fierce, fixed on Huo La, her tone carrying rare gravity and confusion: "He… I can't see through him either."

Those words gave Huo La a chill; even someone like Wusi cannot see through Wang Luo?

He became increasingly certain that Wang Luo is far from simple, even different from the Wang Luo in his memory.

"I once had a brief encounter with him." Wusi slowly withdrew her gaze, her tone regaining some calm yet still unable to hide doubt, "He came to the Ancient Hidden Residence and spoke with me, but I could not discern his background nor guess his purpose."

"Is that so…" Huo La murmured softly, his eyes harboring unspoken doubts.

He did not state it outright, but the hesitation in his tone already revealed his aversion toward Wang Luo.

This conversation, reaching Ma Jia Mu's ears, generated a different heaviness.

As the leader who commands the entire Galaxy Team, he is always meticulous and highly perceptive; Huo La's deep secrecy and Wusi's heavy hesitation each point to one conclusion—Wang Luo is far from simple.

He closed his eyes, rapidly replaying the fragments of his encounters with Wang Luo: the young man always tucked his dazzling golden hair under his hat, always wore a warm smile when dealing with others, spoke politely and acted comprehensively; no matter how you looked, he seemed just an ordinary Ginkgo Guild merchant, with nothing unusual about him.

But at the moment he strained to recall Wang Luo's face, previously overlooked details suddenly surfaced—each time they met eyes, beneath that warm smile lay a hint of unnaturally cold darkness, fleeting enough to be hard to grasp; what he once dismissed as illusion now seemed to conceal bottomless scheming and alienation.

Ma Jia Mu snapped his eyes open, a trace of gravity flashing in his gaze.

"Does Wang Luo have any issues?" Xingyue could no longer contain his curiosity, speaking first, his gaze shifting between Huo La and Wusi, clearly having sensed the hidden aspect of their conversation.

Wusi did not answer immediately, but turned her head toward Huo La.

Huo La met the group's gaze, slowly shook his head, his tone flat yet with an unassailable certainty: "I don't know."

That statement was not entirely false—he truly could not see Wang Luo's details, yet he knew clearly that Wang Luo's core goal is Arceus.

He deliberately concealed this, having his own considerations: Ma Jia Mu is always swift and decisive; if he concluded that Wang Luo threatened Hisui, his obsession with protecting Hisui would surely prompt him to immediately dispatch Galaxy Team members to investigate and act.

But Wang Luo's power is unfathomable; if truly as troublesome as his memory suggests, once the two sides clash, Wang Luo, cornered, would act without restraint, and then an uncontrolled Wang Luo would become a massive hidden threat to Hisui and even the entire Pokemon World.

At present, although Wang Luo's schemes are unclear, his aim of "seeking Arceus" temporarily aligns with his own goal.

This subtle balance may be the safest current situation—at least until Arceus is seen, there's no need to turn hostile with Wang Luo, and it avoids a larger crisis caused by loss of control.

Ming Yao and Xiao Zhao, though half‑understanding, also courteously refrained from asking further, standing quietly aside.

Ma Jia Mu stared at Huo La's expression, vaguely sensing his concealment; after a moment of silence he slowly said, "Even if we don't yet know the details, we must stay vigilant. The Galaxy Team will covertly monitor Wang Luo's movements, and should he act, we can respond immediately."

Wusi lightly nodded, agreeing, "That's fine too."

Huo La saw Ma Jia Mu and Wusi reach consensus on guarding against Wang Luo; though he still harbored concerns, he could only nod in agreement.

Meanwhile, deep within the Sinnoh Temple, Wang Luo, the subject of everyone's discussion, stood alone at the entrance of a hidden Cave.

This spot, far from the Temple's core, was overgrown with wild grass; only the mouth of the Cave was tangled and concealed by dense vines, and without careful searching one would hardly notice that a Cave lay hidden behind the vines.

Wang Luo removed his hat, letting his dazzling golden hair cascade down; the warm smile he had shown the crowd vanished, leaving only icy certainty in his eyes.

He lifted his hand to brush aside the vines, peering into the Cave through the cleared opening; inside it was so black that one could not see a hand, the thick darkness seemed to swallow all light, obscuring any sight, only a damp wind rose from the depths, carrying ancient dust and a faint whiff of energy, chilling the heart.

At that moment, deep within the Cave, a faint golden flash flickered—extremely weak, vanishing in an instant, moving so fast it seemed an illusion.

But the light in Wang Luo's eyes suddenly flared, his mouth curving into a subtle smile, his urgency intensifying; clearly that golden flash was the very target of his journey.