A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

A chilling purple aura permeated the air…

This is neither the bizarre chaos of the Reversed World, nor the destructive domain of Czechoslovakia.

The spatial cage that Kyurem's will drove Jynx to construct was more like a solidified purple amber woven from pure supernatural energy.

Zhang Heng stood there, with floating purple light patterns beneath his feet and a slowly flowing, almost tangible purple energy barrier around him, isolating him from all external sounds and sights—except for the gaunt, skeletal nymph in front of him.

It was too thin. Unlike the usual plump, even comically bloated, plump "Miracle Lips," this "divine messenger" before us seemed to have had all the flesh and blood drained away.

Its deep purple fur clung tightly to its skeletal frame, especially its arms, which were withered like branches that had lost their moisture in winter. Only the thick purple fur covering its palms barely maintained a trace of Pokémon characteristics.

Those huge, empty purple eyes were staring at Zhang Heng without any emotion, like two frozen pools of stagnant water.

However, Zhang Heng showed no sign of panic at being captured.

He even paced around with great interest, his fingertips gently brushing against the seemingly viscous yet incredibly tough energy barrier, producing a soft "humming" sound.

Compared to Zekrom's domineering lightning that tears through space, or Giratina's unpredictable and physics-defying transformation of the world, this space constructed by the extension of Kyurem's will...

"Tsk," he chuckled, his expression laced with undisguised contempt, "so delicate it could be broken with a touch."

His gaze finally settled on the gaunt, vapid woman, filled not with fear, but with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

He grinned, his tone casual as if he were greeting someone: "Hey! Speak if you have something to say, otherwise leave! Staying in this lousy place for too long is ruining my mood."

On the thin face of the woman with the smug lips, which was almost expressionless, the corners of her mouth twitched very slightly and unnaturally.

Immediately, a voice, neither male nor female, with a hoarse, metallic quality, did not emanate from it, but resonated directly at every energy node in this space:

"Human. The Divine Lord... senses it. You possess what He needs."

The voice paused, as if carefully choosing its words, revealing a forced, inhuman "gentleness."

"My Lord God... is willing to act 'equally'. In exchange for treasure... anything... you need."

Zhang Heng's smile widened, a hint of understanding and mockery flashing in his eyes. 'Equal' exchange? Ha, what a fine 'equal'!

The souls of those scientific expedition elites frozen into eternal ice sculptures on the Antarctic ice sheet are still weeping in the howling wind!

Wasn't that so-called "deal" set with such seemingly tempting promises? And what was the result? Utter betrayal and slaughter!

His sneer inwardly deepened, thinking, "It seems the system space is indeed powerful! Even a first-level god like Kyurem can only vaguely sense a connection between the Gene Wedge and me, but cannot pinpoint its exact existence. This gives me room to maneuver."

But he remained expressionless, instead revealing an expression that said, "You should have said so earlier, we can discuss it," so straightforward that even his empty purple eyes seemed to flash with a hint of surprise.

"Of course!" Zhang Heng clapped his hands, his voice booming. "Your Lord God is so sincere, how could I not give him face?"

The lip-licking woman (or rather, the will behind her) seemed somewhat bewildered by this sudden success.

Its withered arm unconsciously lifted, and its voice carried a barely perceptible urgency: "What...do you want? As long as this world exists, the God...can give you anything."

Zhang Heng's smile became incredibly bright, with a touch of innocence, and he slowly raised his finger:

"I don't want much, just the 18 tablets of Arceus. I'm not greedy; having them all would make me seem stingy. How about this?"

He stretched out his hands and made an "eight" gesture.

He said, "Give me ten or eight, that should be enough."

“Okay…” Sister Mist was about to agree almost subconsciously, but her hoarse voice had barely uttered a syllable when it seemed as if an invisible icicle was stuck in her throat.

On his thin face, beneath the seemingly solidified purple fur, countless deep wrinkles suddenly appeared, like parched and cracked earth.

His empty purple eyes flickered violently a few times, no longer indifferent, but filled with an unbelievable absurdity and a chilling anger of being fooled.

Zhang Heng suppressed a laugh, enjoying the other party's "crash-like" reaction.

He added fuel to the fire, "How about it? As long as you can produce it, I'm ready to trade anytime. One hand for the stone slab, the other for the 'goods,' no cheating!"

He paused deliberately, his smile becoming meaningful, carrying a hint of cold threat, "If you don't agree... heh, you and that 'God Lord' behind you will never know the exact whereabouts of the Gene Wedge."

"you--!"

The hoarse voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming sharp and piercing, and the purple supernatural energy that had been flowing steadily on the gaunt, rosy-lipped woman instantly went berserk!

Like a stagnant pool where a boulder has been thrown in, the entire space began to shake violently!

The viscous purple energy transformed into countless sharp tentacles, carrying a soul-tearing malice, and slammed towards Zhang Heng like a tidal wave! The air was compressed, producing a teeth-grinding shriek!

"Human! I advise you not to invite trouble!" The voice was filled with violent killing intent.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to crush the spirit of an ordinary trainer, Zhang Heng remained calm, even displaying a hint of pitying mockery:

"Playing with fire? What a joke! We, China, and we humans, have never owed you high and mighty 'gods' anything! On the contrary, how many lives do you owe us?! How many 'deals' are you owing us that you should have paid for?! The countless blood debts beneath the Antarctic ice, how will you repay them?!" His voice suddenly turned fierce, each word like a knife!

Just as the raging purple tentacles were about to touch Zhang Heng's body—

"Om~!"

On his right wrist, the ancient water pendant suddenly burst forth with a resilient yet firm azure light!

Pure water energy flowed out instantly, not to attack, but to protect!

As the blue light flowed, it quickly condensed into a semi-transparent, shimmering white light, yet with exceptionally sharp eyes—a Psyduck phantom!

This "Psyduck," formed from the primordial energy of the water system, is not a physical entity, yet it exudes an inviolable protective will.

"quack!"

It silently spread its arms and stood in front of Zhang Heng. The seemingly soft blue and white halo was like the most resilient dam, firmly holding back the surging and violent purple tide!

At the point where the two energies collided, a hissing sound of annihilation was emitted, and large swaths of strange mist, a mixture of purple and blue, were steamed up, forcibly stabilizing the spatial tremors.

Protected by the phantom of Psyduck, Zhang Heng was unharmed. He patted the energy-based head of the "duck" in front of him. (The sensation was like cool water ripples.)

He flashed a bright, almost wicked smile at the Jynx, whose energy was churning even more erratically due to the thwarted attack:

"Hahaha! You're already getting angry? Don't worry, this is just the appetizer."

His eyes suddenly sharpened like a hawk's, and his tone carried a cold pronouncement.

"After I get out, I'll take Czechrom to throw parties every day at the entrance of your 'God's' eternal ice cave! Lightning flashes, thunder roars, and gongs and drums fill the air!"

"Without the Gene Wedge, how can you, Kyurem, possibly defeat Zekrom, who wields the 'Ideal Thunder'? Hmm? Am I right, 'Little Kyurem'?"

The moment the words "little chieftain" were uttered!

The entire space seemed to have been immersed in liquid nitrogen at absolute zero! All energy fluctuations, churning mist, and even the sense of time's passage suddenly froze!

The emaciated body of the woman with the crescent lips trembled violently, no longer with anger, but with a kind of awe and fear of a higher being that stemmed from a life instinct.

The wrinkles on its face deepened, and its empty purple eyes completely lost their luster, as if they had become two cold windows leading to an endless abyss.

Immediately afterwards, a completely different voice replaced the hoarse tone, resounding from every corner of the space and from every wisp of purple energy.

It was the voice of a dignified, cold, and emotionless middle-aged man, each syllable seemingly sculpted from millennia-old ice, containing the power to freeze the soul.

"If...is...like...this..."

The voice was slow, yet carried a crushing pressure that seemed to crush everything. Even the phantom of Psyduck guarding Zhang Heng dimmed, as if bearing an invisible weight.

"Humanity...your kingdom...will also...be forever plunged into...an icy hell! Not a blade of grass...will grow!"

Zhang Heng knew that the real deal had arrived. Kyurem's consciousness was now completely absorbed into the withered body of this "divine messenger."

Faced with this threat of annihilation from a first-level god, a threat that could terrify any living being, Zhang Heng's smile not only did not disappear, but became even more... radiant.

He even casually put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and said slowly in an almost casual tone:

"Oh, Little Chief is here? He's come online in person?"

He raised his right hand, palm up, where a mysterious mark resembling part of Giratina's torso, formed from shadows and the power of reversal, was emitting a faint yet undeniable glow.

"Save your energy, stop bragging in front of me."

Zhang Heng's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if piercing through the spatial barrier, pointing directly at the core of the dark cloud in the sky, which was churning with the will of absolute zero.

"If you could unleash your full power, you wouldn't be hiding like a coward in that dark cloud."

"By freezing space and isolating the energy from Giratina's Reverse World, and resisting the formation of the Legendary Pokémon Field, we can move forward little by little, right?"

He shook his right hand, and the light from the mark seemed to flicker in response.

"On one hand, I have to maintain this tortoise shell to resist the suppression of the rules of the reversed world, and on the other hand, I have to control this space to chat with me..."

"Tsk tsk, little chieftain! Aren't you tired? This divine power consumption is probably more strenuous than fighting Zekrom, right? You're at your last gasp, who are you trying to scare here?"

Zhang Heng's words were like cold steel needles, precisely piercing through the facade of supreme authority that Kyurem was trying to maintain.

It directly addresses its biggest predicament at this moment—the struggle against Giratina's rules, which greatly limits its movement and the exertion of its power!

It's not that it doesn't want to crush everything with overwhelming force, but... it can't for the time being!

Kyurem is indeed, as Zhang Heng said, using the frozen space to resist the invasion of energy from the Reverse World.

This prevents the formation of divine beast domains within this extremely cold space, which is why collisions between divine beasts on human battlefields and high-altitude battlefields have not resulted in the creation of divine beast domains.

A deathly silence fell over the purple spatial cage.

Only the Giratina mark on Zhang Heng's palm emitted a faint glow, as if silently mocking Kyurem.

The "eyes" behind the gaunt, purplish-lipped woman were icy cold, their killing intent almost tangible, yet they were bound by some more powerful rule, unable to be unleashed.

A silent contest concerning life and death, dignity and bargaining chips reached its climax in the frozen purple.