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

Chapter 462 Traveling Marvel!

The moment Doronchi fully emerged from the crack, the ghostly energy surrounding him stirred up a purple mist.

Its head is covered in shimmering golden markings, and its translucent tail hangs down like crystal, with six diamond-shaped spots of light refracted from the ice crystals at the tip of the tail—these are the characteristics of the Flashing Dragon.

Zhang Heng squatted down, and just as his fingertips touched its cool scales, the miniature dragon Mesia, curled up on its head, suddenly poked its head out and rubbed its little head against the back of his hand.

It's no wonder Zhang Heng was surprised. Among all the pseudo-legendary Pokémon, Metagross of the third generation and Dragapult of the eighth generation are the most unique.

Among pseudo-legendary Pokémon, Metagross and Dragapult are arguably the most unique.

Metagross evolves extremely quickly; Irondumb can evolve into Metallica at level 20 and reach its final form at level 45.

However, the cost is that they are extremely difficult to cultivate – their evolution is essentially "synthesis". Two Iron Dumbbells are needed to synthesize a Metal Golem, and to cultivate the final form of Metagross, you need to collect at least 4 Iron Dumbbells.

But quasi-gods are rare to begin with, each one being a national-level strategic resource. How could they be easily collected?

Therefore, Metagross is a pseudo-legendary Pokémon with very clear advantages and disadvantages.

The situation with the Dorombalto family is completely different.

From the Dragapult stage onwards, they are no longer single Pokémon. The Pokédex states that Dragapult will take care of Dragapult above its head until the latter evolves.

In reality, Doraki exists in two forms: one is to follow the laws of nature and wait for itself to evolve before raising a new Doraki.

Another type is "split"—like this shimmering Doronchi in front of us, because its kind rejects individuals of different colors and it can't find a normal Doronmesia to accompany it, it uses ghost energy to split off another of its kind.

This is why Zhang Heng failed to capture it with the Master Ball before – the "original body" he wanted to capture was actually the Doromecia that split off from Doromecia's head by energy.

What's even more interesting is that, regardless of the form, Dragapult and Dragapult on its head share the same Poké Ball, while Dragapult on its head becomes an accessory.

Even after evolving into its final form, Dragapult, it can still carry two Dragapult Messias, and even its exclusive skill "Dragon Arrow" is closely related to these two little guys.

He sighed softly, spinning the Master Ball, which couldn't be retracted, between his fingertips, feeling the cool metallic touch.

He straightened up slightly, supporting his still weak body, and gently turned his gaze to the main body of the Dragonki floating in front of him, exuding a cold and eerie aura.

"Thank you for your hard work," Zhang Heng said, his voice hoarse from the ordeal, but he tried to sound calm.

"Please also thank that person for me... If it weren't for your timely appearance and that 'celebration muffin,' I'm afraid..."

Doronchi let out a low "ooh," and the little clone above his head shook its head in sync, as if to say, "You're welcome."

When they looked at the dark purple mark in Zhang Heng's palm, which was temporarily suppressed by the pale golden energy membrane, a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

A brief silence was filled with the sea breeze. Zhang Heng looked into Duolongqi's eyes, so full of spirit yet carrying a certain divine detachment, took a deep breath, and asked the crucial question that had been lingering in his mind for so long:

“Dorunchi,” his tone became serious, and his eyes sharpened, “I have a question that I hope you can answer truthfully.”

Duolongqi's main body hovered in mid-air, its posture becoming more upright. The small clone above its head also quieted down, both pairs of eyes focusing on Zhang Heng's face, conveying a focused "please speak" message.

"You hatched from a Pokémon egg, and you are a messenger of the gods, coming with a mission. Did He send you to this world so that you could become the Pokémon of a 'chosen one'?"

"Then... by using the identity and power of a trainer, to accomplish something in human society? To maintain some kind of balance? Right?"

Doronchi's true form nodded solemnly almost without hesitation.

Zhang Heng also understood Giratina's grand ambition: to maintain the fragile balance between the main world and the inverted world.

He abhorred the unrestrained fighting and power-draining of divine beasts, which would not only tear apart the real world but also affect and distort the very foundation of the reversed world. He needed an "anchor point."

An entity that can walk and observe the human world, and intervene on behalf of His will when necessary.

And it, as a divine messenger, is the carrier of this "anchor point".

It needs a trainer, a human partner who can understand and even resonate with this mission.

This answer was exactly what Zhang Heng expected.

He nodded slightly, confirming his earlier guess. Giratina, the Pluto Dragon that dwells in the Inverted World, was indeed not simply driven by curiosity or malice; he harbored a grander and more specific scheme.

Even... He may have already seen through his "extraterrestrial" identity, which made him feel that he might be a "variable," a subject of observation worth using?

“So,” Zhang Heng’s fingertips unconsciously traced the smooth surface of the Master Ball as he continued to press, “the trainer He chose for you… should be Chinese, right? Just like when you first appeared in the Grass-type Field?”

This time, Doronchi's reaction showed a subtle hesitation.

It first shook its head gently, a hint of confusion showing in its bright, intelligent eyes, and then nodded with a sense of uncertainty.

It seems that even it itself cannot be completely certain of the specific identity of the "chosen one".

Its transparent tail tip, which resembled a piece of deep blue ice crystal, suddenly lifted gently, with a hint of cautious probing, and touched the palm of Zhang Heng's unmarked hand.

A cool but not piercing sensation came over me. Then, instead of the steady wave guidance of a martial arts master, a more ethereal spiritual connection, carrying the unique coldness and emptiness of the reversed world, was instantly established.

At the same time, the power of dragon control within Zhang Heng's body also surged spontaneously, acting as a bridge to make this communication across races and dimensions incredibly smooth.

A voice rang directly in Zhang Heng's mind, its tone slightly immature, indistinguishable between a boy and a girl, ethereal and calm:

"I don't know who my original trainer was... My mission is to descend upon the human world. I appeared on Chinese soil... So, according to regional norms, I should be a Chinese person... That's the most probable outcome."

Zhang Heng understood. Their encounter in the Grass-type Plains was no accident.

Rizki and his group's intrusion had a very clear objective—to seize the Shining Messenger that represented the will of Giratina!

Those behind them must know the true value of Doronmesia.

His gaze returned once more to the exquisite yet slightly cold Masterball in his hand.

Who is the owner of this ball... the one who should have caught this shiny Dragapult Messia? Who could possess such a precious Poké Ball? And who could command a desperado like Rizki?

A flash of inspiration struck my mind! The second basement level of the hospital!

That night demon that tore through the spirit world and forcibly abducted souls! That chilling, powerful aura, with its exquisite control over ghost-type energy that sends shivers down your spine... who could its trainer be?

A name, a force, accompanied by a strong sense of crisis, instantly seized Zhang Heng's heart.

"Is it possible..."

Zhang Heng stood on the mudflats, pondered for a while, but still shook his slightly dizzy head, preparing to ride the Warrior Eagle to the South China Sea defense line.

At that moment, the voice of the Dragon Rider rang in Zhang Heng's mind again.

"Um... if you need to travel quickly, I can significantly reduce your travel time."

Zhang Heng was delighted to hear this. If the travel time could be reduced, that would be excellent.

"Can you teleport?"

Zhang Heng asked excitedly, but then shook his head and said, "No, you don't have it in your skill pool, but your flight speed is very, very fast, even faster than Dragonite. However, you are too small to carry me."

Doronchi didn't care about Zhang Heng's many questions. Its long tail gathered surging ghost-type energy, and with a casual slide in space, a very tiny crack appeared, big enough for Zhang Heng to barely squeeze through.

"You can use the connection between the reverse world and the main world to travel briefly, but the distance cannot be too long, because you could easily fall into an infinite abyss."

Zhang Heng stared wide-eyed at the crack in front of him and couldn't help but swear.

"Holy crap... is this even possible?"