N's parting words left even Feng Che deeply moved. This truly was the land that had birthed and nurtured him.
By the hour Feng Che and N returned to Team Plasma's primary headquarters, Ghetsis and his remaining loyalists had already been systematically brought under Vio's absolute physical lockdown.
"N... did your line secure the ultimate victory or not?!" Ghetsis demanded, locking his frantic gaze onto N. His brilliant eyes burned with a final, desperate thread of hope; his intellect utterly refused to validate the calculus that the supreme elite he had personally conditioned for decades could suffer a definitive loss to a youth like Feng Che.
"My deepest apologies... Father. My line sustained an absolute defeat," N reported, his long tresses obscuring his downcast eyes.
"You actually suffered a total rout... The Team Plasma empire we painstakingly engineered across a lifetime is officially about to change hands!" In that single millisecond, Ghetsis appeared to age over a decade, his physical frame visibly shrinking.
Seizing the precise millisecond window, Feng Che focused his high-tier psychic authority, seamlessly embedding a permanent Psychic Tracking Mark deep within Ghetsis's cognitive centers. With this final sequence locked down, the entirety of Team Plasma's vast shadow infrastructure was officially absorbed into Feng Che's sovereign hand.
"N, map out the spatial routing. I require immediate passage into the absolute core sector of these ruins."
Feng Che's intellectual focus remained entirely locked on unearthing the Primal Unown. This ancient biological matrix anchored the absolute cornerstone of his power system. Saturated under the high-efficiency filtration vacuum of these Unown patterns, even the most volatile, runaway mass of the regional Dragon Pulse was smoothly re-engineered into perfectly serene currents.
"Kindly guide your vessel along my trail."
Nurtured under the subtle, passive realignment of the Psychic Tracking Mark, N registered a profound wave of intrinsic affinity toward Feng Che's presence. Within a matter of days, his cognitive loops would naturally process Feng Che as his absolute, definitive soulmate.
N smoothly mounted Reshiram, piloting the Vast White Dragon to guide Feng Che down into the deepest vertical channels of the subterranean ruins.
"The absolute nexus of this core sector carries a defense coefficient so immense that even my Reshiram's high-lethal artillery loops consistently failed to force a structural breach."
"The internal sanctuary is continuously insulated by a monumentally massive shroud of raw psychic mass. My theoretical models forecast that only a master-tier Psychic Trainer commands the parameters required to disengage the core seals."
"Had our Team Plasma syndicates successfully mastered this structural nexus during our early years, our defensive perimeter metrics would have scaled to a peerless, unbreachable threshold," N clinically briefed Feng Che.
To his brilliant mind, Team Plasma was merely a casual, transient vehicle he had constructed to trial his philosophies, meaning its loss triggered near-zero emotional drag. Juxtaposed against the rigid, suffocating administrative laws of a structured empire, N naturally gravitated toward a completely free, unmoored existence across the open wild.
A fraction of a second later, Feng Che cleared the final threshold to stand before the core chamber of the ruins. The entire three-dimensional airspace was heavily choked under row after row of massive, glowing, deep-purple psychic crystal spires.
"A sacred sanctuary optimized explicitly for Psychic-type affinity?" Feng Che inquired flatly.
"Precisely mapped."
"That is the exact reason my analytical tracking dictated that only a high-tier Psychic could survive this airspace. The low-caliber telepaths my syndicates captured and funneled into these vaults carried dangerously brittle threshold parameters."
"Consequently, the exact millisecond their fields brushed against the ambient psychic radiation bleeding off these crystal spires, their nervous systems were violently overextended and ruptured from the inside out. To this current hour, the absolute secrets governing this core space remain completely locked away from our databases," N shared with a trace of quiet regret.
"Come forth, Ditto!"
Feng Che snapped his wrist to deploy Ditto from its capsule. Saturated within a high-density psychic cradle of this caliber, the ambient crystal energy provided the absolute finest resource matrix to aggressively drive Ditto's cellular development toward a permanent, transcendent Mythical tier.
"Feng Che, what precise macro-calculus governed your decision to deploy this Ditto into the clears? Does its specific taxonomy house an anonymous, hidden optimization loop?" N asked, his star-like eyes narrowing in genuine fascination as he monitored the match variables.
"My Ditto commands the specialized biological property to systematically devour and assimilate raw psychic crystal mass."
The exact millisecond the Transform Pokémon stabilized its footing on the floor, its physical vessel aggressively dissolved into a fluid wave, lunging straight onto the primary crystal spires. Its gelatinous chassis undulated at a manic cadence, continuously printing dozens of independent autonomous duplicates to accelerate the consumption process.
"Let us anchor our stances right here and calmly audit the data blocks," Feng Che directed, lifting his gaze to track the absolute nexus insulated within the crystal perimeter.
The structural geometry of the core closely mirrored a gargantuan, mechanical beehive, its primary hull insulated by layer after layer of dense, overlapping psychic barriers.
My calculations suggest these psychic crystal spires operate as the primary technological power grid fueling the defensive barriers.
The exact millisecond Ditto devours the structural crystals, the power grid will collapse, systematically disengaging the psychic shields.
True to his tracking models, as Ditto systematically vacuumed the crystal matrices, N tracked the overlapping psychic barriers suffering rapid structural decay, their operational volume shrinking continuously until they vanished entirely from space.
"The lane is clear. Let us cross the threshold to claim the core."
"However, guided by my past campaign files, the exact hour an interloper breaches a primary nexus, the internal automation arrays will initiate an exceptionally violent, unyielding defensive counter-press."
The precise millisecond Feng Che's bare palms made physical contact with the beehive hull, a massive spatial ripple warped across the structure. He registered a gargantuan telekinetic vacuum aggressively locking onto his coordinates, yanking his physical vessel straight into the absolute center of the core.
Following a brilliant, blinding flash of pure white light, Feng Che's silhouette vanished from the chamber, materializing within an immensely vast, empty pocket dimension.
"Feng Che?!"
N instantly lunged forward to intercept the displacement vector, but his fingertips merely brushed vacant air. A fraction of a second later, a solid psychic barrier violently snapped back into place across the beehive hull, locking his vessel outside the threshold entirely.
"This core testing matrix is hard-coded to accept only a singular, isolated candidate," N muttered, gritting his teeth as his analytical tracking hit a dead wall.
🏛️ The Subterranean Vault: Deep Core Zone
"Salutations, verified Trial Candidate. My programming is keyed to operate as the central Artificial Intelligence Core governing this ancient Psychic Ruin."
"Your cognitive databases may index my designation profile under the letter Q. Moving forward, I shall systematically coordinate your baseline Ascension Assessment."
"Should your caliber successfully map out a clean victory across every phase of my testing arrays, administrative sovereignty over this entire monolithic ruin will be permanently transferred to your hand."
"Furthermore, your roster shall rightfully inherit the single most premium artifact anchored within our vaults—the sacred, sealed Primal Unown matrix." The core AI delivered its brief in a clinically precise, measured synthetic register.
"The complete assessment structure comprises ten independent testing phases. Activating Phase One counter-measures: systematically neutralize the hostile entities clearing the lane."
On the cue of Q's synthetic directive, an immense legion of Galarian Rapidash violently materialized out of thin air to choke the airspace.
The Galarian variants of the Unique Horn Pokémon flaunted voluminous, flowing manes of pastel pink and soft cerulean blue rippling across their crowns, spines, and fetlocks. Their primary hides shone a pristine, absolute white, framing deep, star-like pastel-blue eyes. Their overall anatomical geometry closely mirrored the majestic silhouette of a mythical unicorn.
Thousands of Galarian Rapidash chimeras...
Feng Che's psychic senses cleanly flagged that these charging entities were not organic beasts; they were high-density kinetic constructs printed entirely out of compressed psychic mass.
If an individual leveraged a primary Psychic-type partner to systematically smash these constructs, the core pathways of that partner would siphon the shattered energy to reap unimaginable, god-tier evolution indices.
Yet, reviewing his active roster, Feng Che flagged that his master-tier Psychic partners were exceptionally restricted, almost exclusively anchoring transcendent Mythical or Legendary statuses—such as Mewtwo and Jirachi.
However... this little brawler should comfortably possess the baseline compatibility required to force a permanent evolutionary breakthrough into Espeon, Feng Che calculated, his gaze locking onto a specific capsule.
Flicking his wrist, he deployed a plump, exceptionally heavily muscled Eevee into the clearing. Nurtured under a bottomless reservoir of premium premium nutrients, this particular Eevee was incredibly robust, comfortably standing as a literal heavyweight titan among its standard baseline species profiles.
Eevee:By the heavens... just what scale of structural anomaly has my vessel stepped into? Why is the airspace saturated with this immense fleet of hostile entities?
Eevee:My sensory arrays are flagging a dense, unyielding wall of raw kinetic malice bleeding off their frames.
Having survived Feng Che's brutal, high-intensity training curriculums, Eevee's baseline metrics comfortably anchored the absolute peak of the Under-Champ tier.
Furthermore, Feng Che had systematically funneled dozens of rare, ancient alchemical elixirs into its system; these premium energetic compounds remained securely stored within its cellular reservoirs, waiting for a definitive catalyst to ignite their potential. If Eevee could successfully force its evolutionary parameters to transition into Espeon right here, its baseline metrics would instantly leap straight into the mid-echelons of the Master tier.
"Eevee, the absolute execution of this opening phase rests entirely upon your paws."
"Maintain absolute confidence in your parameters; the rigorous muscle memory drilled across our daily training loops is more than enough to systematically crush these proxies."
Feng Che resolved to permit Eevee to systematically harvest the Galarian Rapidash fleet, before leveraging the immense ambient psychic mass combined with a flawless, top-tier Sun Stone to command a perfect, peerless evolutionary display.
"Eevee— Swords Dance, then transition into a full-field Swift barrage!" Feng Che bellowed across the workspace.
Eevee steeled its focus, its exceptionally fluid balance allowing it to effortlessly slice through the blind spots of the charging unicorn fleet.
"Maintain sharp tracking on their fetlocks! Their physical hooves are heavily saturated with highly compressed psychic shockwave multipliers!"
With a sharp, synchronized spring, the legion of Galarian Rapidash vaulted into the high airspace concurrently. Their internal cores siphoned the ambient psychic reserves, compressing the energy to launch a devastating, downward kinetic press targeted squarely at Eevee's coordinates.
Tracking the terrifying momentum of the descending unicorn vanguard, Eevee didn't hit a single trace of cognitive panic; greasing its paws, it executed an exceptionally rapid, high-velocity sprint to clear the sector with extreme acceleration—