Chapter 389: Hero?

"What is this..." Huo La stared at the horrific scene on the screen, his Adam's apple twitching, murmuring softly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Haven't you already guessed?" Regigigas's hoarse voice rose slowly, heavy with weight, "This is the war of Time and Space, the cataclysm stirred by Dialga and Palkia fighting for dominion over this world. And all of this is exactly what you are experiencing right now."

Huo La remained silent, his fingertips tightening slightly.

The screen's images flowed again, and as Dialga and Palkia's battle grew more ferocious, Time and Space began to descend into utter chaos and inversion.

Above the horizon, day and night alternated in flashes, yesterday's afterglow intertwining with tomorrow's dawn.

On the ground, rivers flowed backward, mountains floated, past afterimages overlapped the present scene, the Whole World fell into unprecedented chaos, and all living beings struggled desperately in the torrent of Time and Space disorder.

Amid this chaos and despair, a slender yet resolute figure slowly set foot on the path of conquest.

It was a young boy wearing a hand‑woven straw hat, its rope edge rough but bearing a hint of casualness; a piece of dog‑tail grass dangled from his mouth, swaying gently in the wind, his brows and eyes showing a touch of defiance and openness, showing no fear of the Time‑Space Dual Gods' fury.

Beside him, a chubby bear cub trotted faithfully, its steps small yet unwavering, staying by the boy's side without leaving.

The boy pressed on, crossing cracked earth, traversing collapsed mountain ranges, and stepping over flooded rivers.

Along the way, he met all sorts of people and befriended a group of like‑minded companions—ultimately, a host of agile, steadfast Pokemon gathered behind him, among them the ancestors of the present Sinnoh Ten Kings and the forebears of Seatduolan En King and the Bee Queen.

They stood side by side, bearing the hope of all Hisui, marching step by step toward the battlefield where Dialga and Palkia clashed; their aura, though not as mighty as the Dual Gods, possessed an unignorable resolve and determination.

Huo La's gaze locked onto the boy on the screen, his eyes becoming elusive, a strange sense of familiarity stirring in his heart.

Although the screen emitted no sound and he could not discern the boy's facial details, the boy's casual bearing—and even the dog‑tail grass at his mouth—felt oddly familiar, as if seen somewhere before, as if it were a bond etched into his very bones.

Regigigas watched Huo La's contemplation in silence, the six colored gems on its chest flashing ever faster, light alternating between bright and dim, as if echoing the turmoil in Huo La's heart and brewing forthcoming secrets.

"Through this boy—whom you call the Xicui Hero—and his companions' desperate struggle, they ultimately defeated Dialga and Palkia, ending that Time‑Space cataclysm."

Regigigas's voice remained weighty, yet tinged with lament, "But now that the cataclysm has ended, a new problem stands before the boy—how to deal with the defeated Time‑Space Dual Gods."

Huo La nodded slowly, his mind already clear.

In that era, Pokeball technology had not yet arisen; the boy's companions were Pokemon who shared his ideals and willingly followed, needing no devices to bind them, communicating heart to heart.

Yet the defeated Dialga and Palkia were not his companions; their power remained great, their malevolent aura unquenched. If left unchecked, they would eventually spark war again; but if utterly destroyed, no one possessed such ability, nor could anyone bear the consequences of annihilating god‑level Pokemon.

As the boy furrowed his brow, pondering a solution, a holy light suddenly descended from the heavens, and a mysterious Pokemon silhouette quietly appeared before him.

It was surrounded by eighteen ancient Stone Tablets, each etched with obscure patterns, exuding a creation‑originating, mighty aura; the wholly white figure radiated an untouchable dignity and softly told the boy it had a way to properly handle Dialga and Palkia.

Huo La's gaze locked onto the white figure entwined with the eighteen Stone Tablets on the screen, his eyes suddenly heavy, his fingertips involuntarily clenching, a silent shock in his heart: it was Arceus!

Within the screen, a flash of hope and awe crossed the boy's eyes as he quietly stared at Arceus.

The next instant, Arceus erupted in dazzling white light, fierce and holy like a towering sunrise, instantly enveloping the fallen Dialga and Palkia.

The two god‑level Pokemon's forms grew increasingly ethereal in the white light, eventually being wholly consumed, as if they had never existed.

The boy, seeing this, let his tense shoulders ease slightly, a hint of relief appearing on his face, believing everything had finally settled and Hisui could truly return to peace.

Yet before he could exhale, disaster struck—Arceus let out a howl, tearing the existing Space‑time Rift in the sky apart, the familiar chilling aura resurfaced, and an Origin Forme Kyurem reappeared in this Pokemon World, its malevolent aura still raging.

This time, Arceus hesitated not a moment; the white light around it surged again like a massive net, instantly engulfing the unsuspecting Kyurem, along with its raging malevolent aura, vanishing within the white light.

The boy stared blankly at the scene, his lips parting as he was about to ask Arceus why it acted so, why it devoured three god‑level Pokemon in succession, but before any sound escaped, Arceus's silhouette abruptly turned into a white flash, vanishing before his eyes as if never having appeared.

The next moment, the Galar Land, once torn and ravaged by Dialga and Palkia's battle, suddenly fell into an eerie deathly silence.

The roaring explosions ceased, the cries of living beings fell silent, the earth no longer trembled, even the wind seemed still; only scarred mountains and scattered stones remained, exuding a suffocating oppression.

The boy jerked his head upward, eyes fixed on the sky—Arceus's silhouette reappeared, hovering above the heavens, surrounded by a massive, holy white light.

Yet beneath that white light lay a chilling strangeness: countless faint energies surged from every corner of the earth, stripping from surviving humans and Pokemon alike, like silver streams converging toward Arceus.

As the energy was continuously drawn away, people on the ground gradually lost vitality, their eyes hollow, bodies slumping into wisps of light that merged with the energy torrent; the once vibrant Pokemon likewise withered, fell, their breath fading, also turning into energy consumed by Arceus.

In an instant, death and ruin swept across all Hisui, the once thriving land turning visibly barren and lifeless.

The boy's eyes widened, pupils contracting, his face full of disbelief; the hope and awe in his gaze were instantly replaced by shock and despair.

Beyond the screen, Huo La and the others' reactions mirrored those of the boy from years past.

Huo La stared rigidly at the horrific scene on the screen, his body trembling slightly, his eyes full of disbelief, his Adam's apple twitching yet no sound emerging—he had never imagined the creator god Arceus could do such a thing.

Xiao Zhao had already covered his mouth, tears brimming in his eyes, his whole body shaking, unwilling to watch the images of living beings' destruction on the screen;

Shan Kui and Bin Lian's faces turned ashen, their eyes horrified, their expressions full of shock and bewilderment, as if their entire worldview had been utterly overturned.