Three days later, Feng Che successfully claimed the Alpha Unown Q. Concurrently, he guided Togekiss to successfully awaken its primary Psychic-type sub-affinity.
"A pity. Under these baseline mechanics, this ancient ruin only commands the structural volume to guide a single partner like Togekiss into the Psychic ecosystem."
"Had its capacitors held the data to force a multi-targeted awakening across my remaining vanguard, the returns would have been monumental," Feng Che remarked with a trace of quiet regret.
"No matter. Let the parameters settle."
The Alpha Unown Q operated as the supreme core interface governing the entire automated system of the ruins. After systematically securing the shard, Feng Che intentionally compressed its terminal tracking matrix to print a compact, secondary control core.
He smoothly handed this down into N's custody.
Immediately following the transfer, Feng Che assembled the distinct syndicates anchoring his shadow empire across the Unova region, coordinating a high-alert structural brief.
Feng Che occupied the absolute master seat at the head of the boardroom, his attention calmly locked onto reviewing the real-time operational logs compiled by Colress.
Colress's intellectual prowess is remarkably staggering... To have systematically executed and stabilized this massive fleet of transgenic research projects under his sole oversight, Feng Che calculated internally, highly impressed by the data blocks.
Tracking that every single master proxy had cleared the perimeter to anchor their seats, he officially initiated the council session.
"Within the upcoming days, my vessel will officially ascend the regional throne as the Acting Champion of the Unova League High Command. Consequently, our macro-strategy requires a precise redistribution of your operational parameters," Feng Che declared, his tone dropping into a grave, absolute register.
"Damon, though the core biological indices of the valley anchoring the People of the Vale have successfully re-established baseline vitality, complete structural restoration will demand a significant timeline."
"My central logistics pipelines will funnel an immense reservoir of premium material resources to supplement your house."
"Ensure these assets are strictly leveraged to permanently rebuild the infrastructure of the People of the Vale."
The exact second Feng Che finalized the directive, Damon stood up, pivoting his frame to deliver a profound, deeply respectful bow toward the youth.
"My house extends its absolute, unvarnished gratitude for the monumental grace your hand has cast upon the People of the Vale, Lord Feng Che."
"Our lineages are eternally bound to your sovereign shadow. Should your operations demand a definitive kinetic blade across any campaign, you need only command our strength." Damon reported with immense, sincere humility.
"Ensuring the flawless governance and absolute stability of the People of the Vale stands as the single finest service your line can manifest for my hand."
"Drayden, the overarching administrative sovereignty of the Dragon Clan will temporarily remain under the joint oversight of yourself and Vio. Your immediate tactical directive requires your forces to aggressively hunt down and consume the fractured branch lines left behind by the Second Elder's faction."
"Every single format of premium ancestral resources the Dragon Clan demands will be continuously reinforced via my personal pipelines."
"In return, your networks are hard-coded to aggressively harvest and secure the region's high-grade mineral veins. My commercial mainframes are about to inaugurate large-scale deep-ocean maritime trade routes." Feng Che propped his chin casually against his palm, his sharp gaze shifting down the table to lock onto Vio and Drayden.
"Understood. Our lines shall flawlessly govern every sector of the Dragon Clan's internal matrix, maintaining absolute operational perfection as we await your return," Drayden and Vio responded in a clean, overlapping cadence.
"Regarding the active divisions of Team Plasma—all sub-units are ordered to immediately enter a state of total structural dormancy. Terminate all field operations targeting the aggressive capture or relocation of outside Pokémon lines."
"Focus your baseline resources strictly on drilling your active rosters under standard, non-disruptive conditioning loops."
"The cumulative operational overhead required to fund this mass training will be entirely written off under my personal financial ledger."
"The macro-governance of Team Plasma's internal structure will remain securely under Ghetsis's hand."
As Feng Che's words cleared the field, Ghetsis stood up. Nurtured under the progressive, passive realignment of the Psychic Tracking Mark, his cognitive networks were continuously refashioning his view of the youth into an icon of absolute, supreme authority.
"Sustained under your profound administrative benevolence, Lord Feng Che, I shall continue to anchor my command over Team Plasma's vanguard until the hour of your sovereign return."
"N... will your line step forward to reinforce my command?" Ghetsis turned his crown, his gaze locking onto his adoptive son.
"N's operational parameters have been mapped to an alternative, vastly superior destination under my hand. Confining his intellect to the basic administration of Team Plasma would track as a catastrophic waste of top-tier talent," Feng Che interjected calmly, his tone flat.
"Across the upcoming timeline, ensure your divisions do not trigger a single wave of disruptive static on the public stage. My presence is about to transition into the Unova League's Central Citadel to accept the supreme crown of Champion."
"My macro-strategy requires the Unova region to project a state of absolute, pristine stillness. Have your tracking arrays cleanly parsed the parameters of this mandate?" Feng Che barked with a cutting authority.
"Understood!" The chamber echoed with a unified response.
"Excellent. Feng Lu—maintain your coordinates. The remaining proxies are dismissed."
Feng Che lightly massaged his temples, his mind tracking a highly thorny, unresolved variable nesting within his storage dimension—the catatonic, physical shell of the Master Poisoner who anchored the throne of the Stinger Syndicate.
Vio shot an exceptionally deep, meaningful look toward Feng Lu before turning his heel to smoothly vacate the boardroom alongside the council.
"Feng Che... across these past weeks, my heart has desperately yearned to articulate a single truth: my past actions have inflicted an insufferable, permanent debt upon both your biological mother and your own life line."
"I have never once aborted my primary cognitive drive to track her coordinates across the global order."
"I swear upon my baseline honor that my hands will unearth your mother's vessel; our house will comfortably achieve an absolute, permanent family reunion," Feng Lu declared with a raw, unyielding determination.
"My mother—Yuan Jia—has already been successfully located and retrieved by my own hand."
"However, the forensic parameters governing her systemic state remain profoundly complex. Resolving her current condition will require my presence to map a swift deployment back to the Sinnoh region."
"Behold—Yuan Jia."
Feng Che executed a casual spatial distortion loop, telekinetically drawing Yuan Jia's vessel out from his storage dimension to materialize across the floor.
Feng Lu's entire frame violently shuddered as his gaze locked onto the flawless stone statue projecting the exact visual silhouette of an eighteen-year-old maiden. His cognitive arrays instantly verified the image—this was the absolute, peerless goddess who had permanently dominated his soul lines for decades.
"Why has her physical vessel been completely petrified into solid stone?! Just what caliber of wretched monster engineered a structural strike of this scale against her skin?!" Feng Lu roared with pure, primordial fury, his fists clenching with white-knuckled intensity.
"The petrification protocol was executed strictly by my own hand. Her system was acting as the primary host for the secondary, hijacked personality matrix commanding the Stinger Syndicate—the Queen Bee."
"The exact millisecond that hostile ego assumed total administrative control over mother's physical shell, she initiated a high-velocity assassination loop targeting my coordinates within Team Plasma's sectors. Having cleanly unmasked the ambush, I was forced to lock down her vessel under a permanent stone stasis," Feng Che explained flatly, his expression entirely unbothered.
Lifting his gaze, he tracked the heavy threads of silent tears spilling continuously from Feng Lu's eyes.
Feng Lu stepped forward with trembling, heavy bounds, his rough, scarred palms gently cupping the smooth stone cheek of Yuan Jia's statue.
"Can her biological systems... still be successfully reversed back to an organic baseline?" Feng Lu choked out, his voice cracking as his tears stained the floor.
"Precisely why my strategy dictates a prompt deployment to Sinnoh. I require the absolute medical expertise of maternal Grandmother Mishiko to audit Yuan Jia's structural parameters."
"However, my timeline is currently deadlocked by the imminent coronation ceremonies governing my ascension to Unova's throne; my human shell cannot safely vacate the region across this current phase."
"Kindly ensure your patience remains locked down for a brief duration. The exact micro-second the regional political indices drop into perfect stability, I shall personally guide both your vessel and mother straight into Sinnoh's airspace."
Feng Che gave a smooth flick of his wrist, telekinetically returning Yuan Jia's petrified form back into the absolute security of his storage dimension.
"To ensure zero atmospheric degradation compromises her baseline status, this stone shell will remain under my exclusive custody."
A fraction of a second later, Feng Che leveraged his high-tier psychic authority to execute an instantaneous Teleport, completely vanishing from the chamber. He left behind only the desolate, isolated silhouette of Feng Lu, weeping silently in the empty vault.
Feng Che possessed near-zero baseline tolerance to waste his valuable processing cycles managing Feng Lu's fragile, melodrama-ridden emotional loops.
His macro-schedule was heavily backlogged under a monumental hill of administrative messes left behind by Alder's archaic management models, and he still had to coordinate the grand structural protocols for the upcoming Coronation Ceremony.
By the hour Feng Che finalized his transit back into the Unova League's central headquarters, his coordinates were aggressively intercepted by three members of the Elite Four—Caitlin, Grimsley, and Shauntal—who were rushing forward with highly frantic facial indicators.
"Champion Feng Che! An exceptionally high-urgency, critical operational variable has just opened across our desks, demanding your immediate personal intervention!"
"The Ninth Annual Unova League Championship Conference has officially concluded its bracket loops!"
"The supreme Victor anchoring the tournament has officially cleared the gauntlet; standard constitutional laws dictate you are required to engage his line in a direct, live exhibition duel!" Caitlin briefed frantically, her breathing rapid.
"The Victor of the League Conference?"
A colossal, visible question mark slowly printed itself across Feng Che's cognitive lines.
Just what format of primitive, uncalculated nonsense is this supposed to be?
"Let us parse the technical details of the brief mid-transit," Caitlin directed, smoothly guiding Feng Che deeper into the League's central administrative corridors, with Shauntal and Grimsley tracking perfectly a half-step behind their flanks.
Following Feng Che's absolute ascension to the throne, Caitlin's administrative rank had been optimized, installing her as the First Elite Four of the regional High Command.
"The grand constitutional protocols for your Coronation Ceremony remain firmly locked down for next week—however, the mandated exhibition duel against the Conference Victor is hard-coded to launch tomorrow morning."
"By the heavens, it is a magnificent stroke of luck that your vessel cleared the ruins when it did; otherwise, our administrative compliance indices would have sustained a catastrophic failure."
"The Victor anchoring this year's conference tournament identifies under the encryption name Trip."
"Reviewing his real-time telemetry... his baseline combat caliber rests comfortably around the absolute lower echelons of the Master tier."
"Under the strict regulations governing public exhibition matches, your hand is explicitly required to deploy a sub-team whose collective power metrics perfectly mirror his caliber."
"Otherwise, the global media syndicates will immediately flag the campaign, accusing your administration of leveraging high-tier over-saturation to aggressively bully a rising rookie." Caitlin clinically mapped out the operational boundaries of the brief.