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

"Whoosh~" The biting cold wind swept across the frozen sea, its mournful sound like the lament of the dead.

Upon hearing this, Kyurem's pair of scarlet dragon eyes, burning with savage fury, suddenly focused on Zhang Heng.

This human being, this so-called "ideal person" chosen by Zekrom, was still as insignificant as dust in its eyes.

But the term "genetic wedge" is like an invisible needle, piercing its arrogant shell of absolute power and stirring up its most primal desires and doubts deep within its soul.

The Gene Wedge is a creation that constitutes the rules of the world; it is a special tool that neither time nor energy can erase.

There should be an unbreakable bond between it and Kyurem, like a blood connection.

It should be able to sense its location at any time, just as it senses its own heartbeat. However, ever since that transaction with the Chinese, the genetic wedge was taken away, and that invisible thread was completely severed!

An endless panic once spread through Kyurem's heart—what kind of being could sever its connection with this rule-based entity?

The last point of faint resonance with the gene wedge, followed by a complete break in connection, points precisely to the faltering human before us—Zhang Heng.

"Humanity."

Kyurem's voice, like ancient glaciers rubbing against each other, carried a chilling cold that froze the soul, exploding above the desolate icy sea.

"Give me that thing. I may grant it to the surviving ants, allowing them to eke out a living."

Its gaze swept over the Blastoise, now an ice sculpture; the Triceratops, pinned to the icy sea; and the champions, their fates unknown in the distance. Its tone was filled with a condescending coldness.

Zhang Heng coughed up several mouthfuls of blood froth mixed with ice crystals, his face showing no fear, only a stubbornness that seemed to burn with the will of life.

The Altaria and Swampert clung to him anxiously, offering support. He struggled to raise his hand, indicating he was alright, his gaze sharp as a quenched blade.

He greeted Kyurem with a hoarse but sarcastic tone: "Cough...cough cough...little Kyurem,"

"If you truly understood the meaning of 'keeping promises,' how could this deadly battle have happened today? Your breaking of promises is nothing new."

Kyurem's rage was not reignited. In its eyes, Zhang Heng was already a fish on a chopping board. Torturing him and extracting the secrets from the depths of his soul was far more valuable than crushing him immediately.

It even found a touch of pathetic amusement in the ant's struggle.

With a thought, Kyurem's dragon-type energy surged, and a tornado, not huge but carrying the scattered ice-type energy in the environment, was formed out of thin air!

It wasn't trying to destroy anything, but rather to toy with its prey, using the bone-chilling icy wind to gradually strip away Zhang Heng's will to resist, freezing and torturing him until he submitted!

"Roar!"

Swampert roared and stood in front of Zhang Heng without hesitation. Altaria also spread its white wings, and a soft Normal-type energy shield instantly opened up, trying to resist the malice from the god.

Zhang Heng knew perfectly well that no matter how strong his partner's potential was, there was absolutely no way he could withstand Kyurem's power head-on, not even with a casual strike!

Just as the tornado was about to tear apart the light shield, he suddenly flicked his right hand!

hum!

A scroll-shaped, azure light shot out from his wrist! The water scroll unfurled in the wind, like an ancient and mysterious landscape painting unfolding.

Above the painting, pure water energy surged like a river, instantly forming a blue water curtain that was far more solid and profound than the light shield supported by the Swampert and Altaria together, stretching across the front!

puff!

A tornado carrying ice shards and extreme cold crashed violently into the water curtain!

The violent energy surged, and ice shards flew everywhere, but the water curtain supported by the water-carrying axis remained as still as the deepest ocean, absorbing and dissolving all the deadly cold and impact.

Zhang Heng forced a bloodshot, cold laugh, weak yet clearly mocking, "Cough cough... Just as I thought. You've once again lowered my expectations of you to the lowest level... Little Chieftain, you're even more... shameless than I imagined." He looked at Kyurem, his eyes filled with contempt.

Kyurem's crimson pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the scroll floating in front of Zhang Heng, which seemed to be alive and flowing with watery light.

It sensed it! This aura! Although its manifestation is different, the scroll exudes the same world rules! It originates from the same source as the Wedge of Genes!

It was actually controlled and used by a human, who easily blocked its own attack!

Shocked, yet fearless, this creation of rules cannot be truly destroyed, but with its status as a first-level god and its absolute power, it is possible to force a breakthrough!

Its chilling aura surged once more, and even more terrifying energy began to gather, its target aimed directly at the Water Scroll! It was about to crush this obstructive barrier!

Zhang Heng knew that the Water Scroll couldn't withstand Kyurem's full-force attack; time was of the essence! He endured the excruciating pain and silently chanted in his mind:

"System, open storage space!"

"Ding~" The familiar, emotionless electronic sound rang out.

"System space has been opened for the host."

Zhang Heng's consciousness sank into that void space, precisely locking onto his target.

He slowly raised the hand that wasn't holding the hanging scroll, as if grasping it from thin air.

With a flash of light, a strangely shaped dumbbell-like object appeared in his palm—a bulky cylinder in the middle, with sharp-edged rhomboid structures at both ends, its entire body flowing with an indescribable power of rules.

It is the genetic wedge!

When this lost relic was truly exposed on the icy sea, exposed to Kyurem's perception—

hum! ! !

A surge of emotion originating from the deepest part of his blood and soul instantly swept through Kyurem's entire body!

That forcibly severed connection was like a dried-up riverbed instantly reopened by a raging flood! Familiarity! Longing! An unparalleled attraction!

This is it! The key I've been dreaming of day and night! With it, I can fuse with Zekrom or Reshiram, transform into Dark Kyurem or White Kyurem, and unleash the power of the strongest dragon capable of overturning the world... It's within reach!

And Czechoslovakia is right here on this battlefield!

“Ahem… Little Kyurem,” Zhang Heng’s voice interrupted Kyurem’s greedy gaze. He shook the Gene Wedge in his hand, his tone carrying an almost absurd ease.

"Do you want the Gene Wedge? Just say the word and I'll give it to you, how about it?"

Kyurem forced itself to calm down. It knew that Zhang Heng was bluffing, merely using the Water Scroll's defense to buy time.

Its icy, chilling voice rang out again, filled with a condescending threat: "Humans, that little canvas alone cannot protect you."

It wanted to make Zhang Heng understand that any reliance is futile in the face of absolute power, and will ultimately only lead to surrender in despair.

Zhang Heng seemed not to understand the blatant threat, or rather, he simply didn't care.

A look of near regret crossed his face, but his gaze was sharp as a knife: "I gave you a chance, but it seems you really don't want it..."

He sighed, his tone suddenly becoming resolute, "Fine then, let it... forever sink into the depths of the reversed world, never to see the light of day again!"

"Sinking into the Reverse World?!" Kyurem's massive body shuddered violently! Sinking into the Reverse World?!

If a gene wedge is placed inside, it is highly likely to be rejected or sealed by the chaotic rules, or even eroded by antimatter energy!

Even if it were to intrude itself, finding it amidst the chaos would be like searching for a needle in a haystack, and would come at an unimaginable cost!

Even more terrifying is that the ruler of that world, Giratina in its Origin Mode, will never allow it to run rampant in its territory!

Challenging Giratina in the Reverse World? That's tantamount to suicide!

But the next second, Kyurem forced himself to calm down and let out a low, mocking laugh: "Hmph! Foolish human! Then you can try! Let's see if that old ghost dragon breaks through Regice's blockade and arrives here first, or if I will grind you to dust first!"

It was absolutely certain. Regice, with its divine power of "Eternal Ice," had temporarily frozen the entrance to the Inverted World. Giratina couldn't get out, and Zhang Heng... had no chance of getting in!

"Is that so?" Zhang Heng's lips curled into a meaningful smile. He lightly tapped the ice beneath him with his toe.

call!

A semi-transparent, somewhat ethereal purple dragon shadow silently emerged from Zhang Heng's shadow, hovering beside him like a ghost—it was Duolongqi!

"Doru..." Doronchi groaned softly, looking at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng gave it an approving look. Duolongqi understood immediately.

As Giratina's messenger and a pseudo-legendary Pokémon with the ability to penetrate space, Regice's reinforced spatial barriers are not unbreakable to it!

All that could be seen was Doronchi's translucent tail, which looked like it was made of condensed energy, silently rising up, its tip pointing at the void in front of it, and suddenly "stabbing"!

Tsk-!

It sounded like cloth being torn! Where its tail pierced, the space rippled like water, and a narrow passage, barely wide enough for a basketball to pass through, with its edges shimmering with an unstable, eerie light, was forcibly "pried open"!

At the other end of the passage, a chilling, chaotic, and overwhelming aura of antimatter emanated—it was the Reverse World!

The opening is small enough for Giratina to descend, but... big enough to accurately throw something in!

"Human! How dare you—!!!"

Kyurem's roar was like a thunderclap from the end of the world! Its enormous dragon claws, carrying a chilling aura that could freeze everything, were about to grab Zhang Heng without any regard for the consequences!

"Hmph! Do you think your father is easily frightened?!"

Zhang Heng roared, his eyes flashing with determination. He swiftly raised the arm holding the Gene Wedge and thrust it towards the deep cave entrance! His movements were as fast as lightning!

"I will freeze you into eternal ice! Crush you into cosmic dust! Annihilate your soul and spirit!!"

Kyurem's roar was filled with unprecedented rage and panic, and terrifying ice-type divine power gathered wildly, freezing and distorting space itself! It would not allow the Gene Wedge to disappear!

However, just as Zhang Heng's hand was about to plunge into the dark passage, his movement came to an abrupt halt!

His arm stopped steadily at the edge of the hole, his fingers gripping the Gene Wedge tightly.

He slowly turned his head, a mocking yet weary sneer on his face, and looked at the frost dragon that was almost going berserk, saying leisurely:

"What's your hurry? I didn't throw it out." As he spoke, he deliberately shook the intact Gene Wedge in his hand.

Looking at Kyurem's ice-armored chest heaving violently due to immense emotional turmoil and its dragon eyes that seemed to spew forth tangible fury, Zhang Heng shook his head, his tone carrying a calm composure of control, yet containing a chilling pressure:

"But Little Chief, what you just said... really bothered me. I didn't like it at all."

This stretch, this pause, this retraction, this word—like four invisible hammer blows—slammed heavily into Kyurem's heart, completely disrupting its divine majesty and control.

Its massive body froze on the spot, its scarlet dragon eyes fixed on Zhang Heng and the Gene Wedge in his hand, momentarily at a loss as to how to deal with this slippery and audacious human.

On the icy plains, only the howling wind and the suffocating glow of the rules emanating from the gene wedge hanging at the edge of the entrance to the reversed world remained.