A magnificent explosion of golden solar light violently erupted from Feng Che's skin, the dense energy particles rapidly weaving together to print a solid, three-dimensional human outline.
The exact millisecond the glare dissolved, a secondary, flawless copy of Feng Che stepped out into the office.
"I must impose upon your hands to smoothly manage my public schedule across this upcoming timeline."
This specialized psychic double carried the absolute entirety of Feng Che's cognitive memory logs.
To ensure its safety metrics remained locked down, Feng Che systematically transferred custody of the auxiliary assets harvested from the Viridian Gym, alongside a selection of his secondary line, straight into the proxy's active database.
"Should your tracking sensors flag a hostile entity whose parameters transcend your counter-press, abort the engagement immediately. Do not commit to a fatal deadlock; execute a high-speed Teleport to retreat straight back into this executive suite," Feng Che instructed his reflection.
Concluding his brief, he focused his high-tier psychic authority to execute an instantaneous Teleport, completely vanishing from the central citadel.
A single fraction of a second later, he cleared the spatial channels to materialize along the perimeter of a lush, verdant island.
The elite technical staff anchoring the Caitlin Family were moving with frantic velocity across the workspace, continuously utilizing compact forensic tracking arrays to map out complex spatial calculations.
"Feng Che, the spatial alignment cycle governing this Secret Relic Zone is exceptionally unstable; our engineering mainframes have completely failed to isolate the underlying mathematical rules regulating its opening patterns."
"Consequently, the absolute millisecond the spatial gate breaches containment, our main vanguard line must immediately plunge into the core of the rift," Caitlin briefed smoothly, her attention locked on his coordinates.
"The deployment parameters are restricted strictly to our three vessels; the auxiliary engineering divisions of the Caitlin Family will permanently anchor their coordinates outside the threshold to provide logistical backup."
"Our primary operational objective across this expedition is to systematically harvest the high-purity elemental gems capable of over-clocking a Trainer's psychic capacitors. Concurrently, we are required to track down and retrieve the survey personnel who sustained a total communications blackout during the initial tracking phase," Caitlin mapped out the operational boundaries.
Feng Che casually scanned the perimeter, noting that their insertion path sat a brief distance away from a pristine maritime line.
The fine, snow-white sand beaches were heavily blanketed under thousands of Krabby and Kingler lines aggressively competing for local organic nutrients. Every few moments, a massive fleet of Alomomola would violently breach the surf to execute graceful arcs across the air.
Auxiliary Database: Alomomola (The Caring Pokémon)
Anatomical Structure: Exceptionally massive, flat, disk-like piscine chassis wreathed in a premium, pastel-pink skin tone, balanced by large, highly reflective golden irises. Viewed from a distance, its visual profile radiates a peerless, regal aesthetic majesty.
Biological Properties: The highly specialized mucous membrane insulating its hide carries an extreme, full-spectrum cellular regeneration coefficient.
Mechanics: They comfortably operate as the absolute, natural Joy-proxies of the deep ocean lanes. The exact millisecond their tracking arrays register a wounded maritime asset, they will proactively deploy their health fields to jumpstart the target's recovery loops. They possess a remarkably brittle psychological threshold, scattering frantically into the deeper trenches upon logging the slightest environmental disruption.
"What precise variable has triggered this immense concentration of Alomomola across this localized sector? Has a high-tier aquatic asset sustained severe structural trauma within the zone?" Feng Che asked, his brow furrowed as his tracking sensors flagged the data.
"Highly probable that their biological indicators have been heavily warped by the ambient magnetic radiation bleeding out from the Secret Relic Zone," Caitlin calculated.
Right at that critical millisecond, thousands of incandescent, iridescent light ribbons violently slashed across the upper atmosphere. Saturated under the rainbow radiation, the Alomomola fleets clustered into a dense, synchronized geometric pattern.
"Feng Che, the spatial gate is forcing a breach! This atmospheric displacement tracks as the absolute, definitive precursor to the rift unsealing!" Caitlin announced, her sharp eyes narrowing.
As the intensity indices of the iridescent radiation scaled exponentially, the local spatial grid began to warp with heavy, visible ripples.
A colossal, pitch-black spatial tear slowly opened across the center of the workspace, a gargantuan telekinetic vacuum violently erupting from the core of the black hole. The Alomomola lines aligned themselves in absolute structural order, systematically leaping straight into the void before vanishing completely from the regional grid.
"Feng Che—advance lines immediately!"
Star-Master Caitlin's brother,天辰, took the initiative, firmly locking his fingers around Caitlin's hand as he leveraged his personal psychic capacitors to execute a high-speed Teleport straight into the core of the spatial chasm.
Feng Che tracked their trajectory perfectly, converting his own vessel into a blurring psychic streak to plunge through the boundary.
A fraction of a second later, the spatial black hole violently snapped shut, leaving the island vacant.
Inside the rift, Feng Che registered an extreme gravitational stretching sensation, his physical matrix feeling as though it were being pulled into fine ribbons like dough across a conveyor line.
By the hour his boots finally grounded against a dense carpet of wild grass, his knees buckled slightly under the severe neural distortion, a wave of acute vertigo clouding his cognitive processing.
This specific Secret Relic Zone continuously vented an exceptionally vibrant, iridescent light field that illuminated thousands of heavily mutated, prehistoric tree species marring the horizon.
Dozens of independent water spheres floated telekinetically through the vacant air, within which the siphoned Alomomola lines were gracefully navigating, executing intricate, floating swim patterns that closely mirrored a ritualistic ballet.
"Feng Che, lock down your personal psychic output across this theater. Do not emit a single stray thread of mental energy, lest your signature be instinctually flagged by the alpha wild populations nesting inside this zone," Caitlin whispered warily.
She immediately engaged her internal safety locks, completely insulating her psychic presence until her signature perfectly mirrored that of an unconditioned civilian.
"The primeval structure our mainframes are required to secure sits nestled within the deeper sectors of this pocket dimension."
"According to the ancient, fragmented historical logs salvaged by my house, this specific facility has maintained its automated runtime loops for over a millennium."
"Its core vaults hold a monumentally massive reservoir of high-purity psychic mass—a premium compound that contains the definitive data required to comfortably force my brother's parameters into a permanent, top-tier Master breakthrough."
"Our campaign strictly requires that evolutionary methodology; I require the absolute support of your vanguard assets to clear the line," Caitlin unmasked her core objective.
"Understood. We shall divide the final material harvest strictly according to our live contribution percentages. However, Caitlin—have your analytical models mapped out the definitive evacuation sequence required to disengage our vessels from this zone?" Feng Che asked flatly.
"We must systematically override and secure the absolute central technological control hub of the master ruins."
"That control core functions as the definitive master key regulating the entire spatial architecture of the Secret Relic Zone. Once your hand locks down its interface, you gain the data capacity to relocate the spatial anchors of this entire pocket dimension at a whim."
"Sustained under that mechanic, you can smoothly migrate this entire zone to follow your personal coordinates across the map."
Caitlin's technical brief instantly triggered a massive wave of optimization calculations inside Feng Che's mind. If his shadow empire could successfully lock down that master control core, he could seamlessly fuse this entire prehistoric pocket dimension into the backend pipelines of his personal Pokémon Daycare franchises.
Controlled within an isolated environment of this unrivaled caliber, his corporations could comfortably mass-breed thousands of common species while guarantee-scaling their baseline potential data into flawless blue ranks.
"However, across this immediate phase, our primary tactical directive requires us to isolate the vital signs of the missing survey crew," Caitlin noted, her expression shifting into a grave, serious register.
"Their structural parameters should still be stable; had their hides sustained high-lethal lacerations, the ambient scent of blood would have aggressively siphoned the Alomomola fleets to initiate localized healing loops."
Feng Che carefully reviewed the immediate environment, noting that his tracking sensors were indexing dozens of exceptionally rare, ancient species profiles nesting within the brush.
Right at that exact millisecond, his gaze locked onto a small, highly robust, feral quadruped tracking through the foliage.
"Is that entity aligned with a Growlithe template?"
"Why on earth is its morphological geometry this bizarre? Its structural hide parameters track completely out of alignment with standard members of its species," Caitlin asked, her curiosity thoroughly piqued.
"That asset anchors the ancient lineage files of the prehistoric Sinnoh continent."
"Its classification profile within the primeval registries is indexed under the designation Hisuian Growlithe."
Feng Che's brow rose slightly; he had truly not calculated that his expedition would cross paths with the lost Hisuian bloodlines inside this zone.
The Hisuian variant flaunted exceptionally long, voluminous, hyper-dense coat layers. Because its fur was remarkably plush, soft, and retained an extreme thermal insulation coefficient, the asset could comfortably maintain maximum stamina indicators even when operating across sub-zero, high-hazard arctic parameters.
The prominent horn crowning its brow was printed out of compressed, high-density rock mass; while exceptionally sharp and hard, it carried a brittle structural threshold that rendered it prone to chipping during high-impact close-quarters deadlocks.
Visually, the Hisuian Growlithe flawlessly mirrored the majestic, rugged aesthetic of an ancient imperial guardian stone lion, its lower jaw beautifully draped under a thick, cloud-like white beard tuft. Typing laws verified it commanded a dual Fire and Rock configuration.
If my theoretical mapping of this environment is forensically precise... this pocket dimension should safely house the specific peat and celestial radiation parameters required to guide an Ursaring's evolutionary line into Ursaluna.
An absolute, titan brawler whose raw physical density and brawling metrics can comfortably trade heavy blows against a true Urshifu, Feng Che calculated internally, his excitement mounting significantly.
"Feng Che... are your tracking arrays suggesting this Secret Relic Zone operates as a literal geographic fragment sheared out from the ancient Hisui continent?" Caitlin asked, thoroughly stunned by the hypothesis.
"If my diagnostic sweeps are correct, the data locks verify it completely. This zone has flawlessly preserved the pristine, primeval ecosystem of the ancient Hisui era."
"Consequently, our lines should effortlessly unearth the specialized Black Augurite minerals required to force a Scyther line into Kleavor."
Feng Che's intellectual focus was now completely consumed by the massive value vectors of this space. If this pocket dimension truly anchored a segment of the Hisui continent, its administrative worth to his shadow empire was monumentally immense.
He could comfortably pasture hundreds of elite Ursaring within these sectors, systematically over-clocking their cells to print an army of Ursaluna.
Right at that critical juncture, a heavy, grinding sound violently rippled out from the dense jungle, the unmistakable audio signature of a colossally massive weight dragging across the earth.
Suddenly, a gargantuan, ancient ursine head broke through the canopy—the absolute evolution of Ursaring, Ursaluna.