"Leader Giovanni, the replication and resurrection progress for Deoxys is currently not ideal. The primary bottleneck is that Deoxys lacks a highly specialized form of source energy," Dr. Fuji reported, looking toward Giovanni.
"This unique energy is capable of flash-healing Deoxys from even the most catastrophic structural trauma within a single millisecond. I deduce that this energy matrix resides exclusively within the Hoenn region, where Deoxys was originally discovered."
"Dr. Fuji, the emergence of Deoxys has shown me a definitive path to surpass Mewtwo," Giovanni replied, his tone heavy with resolve. "I have zero intention of allowing a specimen we spent immense resources to acquire to wither away. Team Rocket will provide absolute, unchecked funding to help Deoxys breach this hurdle."
"I shall instruct Sabrina to utilize her psychic tracking to pinpoint the exact energy signature Deoxys is lacking. At present, the Hoenn region has dissolved into complete volatility. It turns out both Team Magma and Team Aqua have courted disaster by channeling the forbidden power of ancient fiends—they are simply engineering their own demise."
Giovanni understood the cataclysmic threat of the ancient fiends better than anyone.
"Report! Lord Giovanni, an embedded intelligence asset within the Global Pokémon League headquarters has just transmitted a piece of absolute-pitch-black intelligence!" Tyron, an elite Team Rocket operative, rushed into the central laboratory.
The exact second Giovanni parsed Tyron's verbal brief, his eyes widened with immense shock, and he turned on his heel to exit the lab.
"Is this data verified?" Giovanni demanded as they walked briskly down the corridor. "Feng Che has truly ascended to stand as the sovereign of the Unova region?" A flash of absolute satisfaction crossed his face.
"Fully verified, sir. We intercepted the official administrative document from the League supreme command. Feng Che has been formally appointed as the Acting Champion of the Unova region," the operative confirmed deferentially.
"Superb! Absolutely magnificent! Phenomenal work." Giovanni's sinister eyes softened with a trace of proud gratification. "An executive from my Team Rocket has finally scaled the heights to secure a regional Champion throne."
"Lord Giovanni, do you not harbor any trepidation that Feng Che might break free from Team Rocket's administrative control now that he wields the authority of a Champion?" Tyron inquired cautiously.
"Hahaha! Our Team Rocket is an empire that embraces the vastness of the ocean. If he truly intended to sever his ties with us, he would have done so long ago," Giovanni dismissed the concern with supreme confidence. "Feng Che is an exceptionally clever man; he will not easily betray our syndicate. As long as I remain the absolute master of Team Rocket, his loyalty will remain unyielding."
"Since Feng Che already commands the title of Unova's Acting Champion, delegate the administrative assignment to subdue and absorb Team Plasma directly to his terminal." Giovanni handed down the order before stepping back into his private office.
Back at the Dragon Clan's territory, Feng Che was finalizing his tactical roadmap to launch the assault against Team Plasma when his Holo Caster chimed once more. He checked the screen and found the link requested by Thatch.
"Feng Che, there's a dynamic shift in the timeline. According to my latest calculated algorithms, the temporal seals on the ancient ruins won't officially fracture for another full month," Thatch reported, sounding rather disheartened.
"Don't worry about it. I happen to have a high-priority campaign to execute right now, so this temporal delay works out perfectly for my schedule," Feng Che reassured him smoothly, noticing Thatch's downcast expression over the screen. "Focus your units on consolidating the primary logistical supplies required for the ruins expedition. I shall update your terminal later." He cut the transmission.
Concurrently, Drayden and Vio stepped into his private quarters.
"Let us deploy," Feng Che announced, looking across his inner circle. "Our absolute objective for this campaign is to bring Team Plasma cleanly under the sovereign hand of our Dragon Clan."
Meanwhile, at the outer containment zone of Team Plasma's stronghold.
A masked figure wearing the traditional vestments of Vespiquen stood in the shadows, waiting patiently.
"According to the encrypted movement files I harvested, Feng Che will undeniably coordinate a direct sweep toward Team Plasma's coordinates. That transition window will stand as the absolute best opportunity to execute my assassination campaign," Vespiquen declared, her crimson-painted lips delivering the words with methodical precision to Insect Master.
"Supreme Leader, with your absolute execution parameters backing this deployment, you will undoubtedly be able to permanently erase that insufferable brat from the mortal realm," Insect Master replied with deep deference.
Yet, beneath his submissive posture, Insect Master's fingers subtly danced across his concealed terminal, transmitting a covert message straight to Feng Che: Vespiquen has successfully established a forward position along Team Plasma's outer perimeter, explicitly intending to execute an assassination strike against you, Master.
The exact millisecond the transmission cleared, Insect Master systematically wiped the data cache from his console, leaving zero forensic trace.
"Insect Master, I originally intended to infiltrate Team Plasma's inner sanctum directly, but my recent sweeps of the spatial ruins suggested the architecture is unmanageably volatile," Vespiquen remarked with a cold laugh. "The interior corridors are heavily rigged with dynamic temporal and spatial anomalies. It is vastly more efficient for our units to establish an ambush and execute Feng Che right along the outer threshold of the ruins."
At that exact millisecond, Feng Che and the elite strike force of the Dragon Clan were rapidly closing the distance toward Team Plasma's coordinates.
Feng Lu tracked the silhouette of Feng Che, noticing how closely the youth's physical features mirrored those of his mother, Yuan Jia. Lowering his head, he asked in a soft, trembling register, "Over all these years... have you lived well?"
"I am deeply sorry... I truly had no idea I would be forcefully dragged away and sealed inside the Indigo Prison for decades. I left you and your mother to endure absolute hardship entirely on your own," Feng Lu confessed, his voice thick with profound guilt.
"Whether I lived well or poorly, those decades have already passed, and I managed to carve my own path regardless," Feng Che answered flatly, his tone entirely detached.
"Furthermore, I have successfully located the ancestral estate of the Yuan lineage backing my mother. My maternal grandmother, Mishinko, unmasked a highly specific psychological trait regarding Yuan Jia—I am curious if you ever noticed it during your time together."
Feng Che turned his sharp gaze toward Feng Lu. "She possessed a distinct split-personality matrix."
"A secondary personality? Come to think of it... your words shed light on various unnatural behaviors I witnessed in the past," Feng Lu recalled, his eyes widening slightly as memories resurfaced. "There were indeed rare occasions where her demeanor would shift entirely, and her gaze would look upon me as if I were an absolute stranger."
"Then it is highly likely that my mother's secondary personality has completely reasserted dominance over her conscious vessel," Feng Che parsed the behavioral profile cleanly. "Grandmother Mishinko explicitly informed me that this hidden alter-ego harbors deep, volatile anti-social behavioral patterns."
"The moment that secondary persona breaks through the mental seals, it overrides her baseline cognitive stability. I deduce that your sudden, violent disappearance decades ago triggered severe emotional trauma within her, causing her secondary personality to aggressively shatter the seals Mishinko had woven into her mind."
Feng Che's clinical deduction only caused the weight of guilt pressing against Feng Lu's chest to multiply exponentially.
"No matter. Once I locate and secure my mother's coordinates, we shall establish a standard relationship and move forward. It isn't an unmanageable disaster; after all, I am still standing here completely intact," Feng Che added, offering a thread of cool reassurance to his biological father.
"We have reached the coordinates. It rests right here," Vio announced, guiding the elite vanguard to a halt over an expanse of open sea.
"Team Plasma's central base of operations is anchored directly beneath the marine floor of this uncharted sector, refashioned from a colossal ancient ruin I discovered during my youth."
"The sanctuary originally operated a direct spatial teleportation node right along this surface layer, but current scans indicate N has systematically deactivated the array. To breach the inner sanctum, we must plunge into the deep ocean and access an alternate subterranean corridor I mapped out by absolute chance years ago."
"Everyone, prepare your primary Water-type partners. Once we clear the surface tension, I shall guide our navigation through a sequence of hand signals," Vio directed, preparing to demonstrate the underwater visual markers.
"There is no need for that, grandfather," Feng Che interjected smoothly, cutting Vio's words short. "I am a high-level Psychic-type master. I shall seamlessly map a telepathic bridge across our strike force, permitting full, unhindered verbal communication even under maximum ocean pressure."
Feng Che snapped his fingers with a sharp crack, and within a millisecond, every elite Trainer within the deployment group could hear each other's conscious voices resonating clearly inside their minds.
I am genuinely green with envy... This boy holds the absolute inheritance of the Dragon Force, the Viridian Force, and high-tier Telepathy parameters concurrently, Drayden thought, his expression turning thoroughly sour as he glared at Vio. Just what kind of absurd, astronomical luck did Zinzolin stumble into to claim a descendant of this caliber?
"However, to ensure I conserve my personal psychic parameters for the impending engagement, I expect everyone to deploy their primary Water-type mounts to anchor our descent," Feng Che added unhurriedly.
He tossed a Poké Ball, releasing his Greninja. Following his lead, Vio deployed his Kingdra, while Feng Lu released his seasoned Blastoise.
Once the hundred elite Trainers had cleanly stabilized their naval assets, Vio's telepathic voice echoed sharply across the collective consciousness: [Initiate descent. Sink into the deep.]