"You should be familiar with the parallel universe theory, correct?"
Giovanni lifted his crown to lock his gaze through the screen onto Feng Che.
"Are you implying, Boss, that an entirely separate Pokémon world has systematically interfaced with our planet?"
Feng Che's pupils violently contracted as his mind processed the calculus.
"Yes—and no."
"To be forensically precise, that world has already collapsed into total entropy. It is a dying parallel world."
"A fractured, ruined Pokémon reality is currently undergoing a slow, macro-scale spatial fusion with our native universe."
"That precise dimensional friction is the exact catalyst printing this immense concentration of Secret Relic Zones across our geography."
"Have your tracking arrays never questioned why the International High Command locks down these Secret Relic Zones with such an unyielding, absolute monopoly, ruthlessly vaporizing any outside faction that attempts to interject?" Giovanni let out a long, trailing sigh.
"Because every single Secret Relic Zone operates explicitly as a physical fragment sheared from that dying universe."
"These isolated spaces are heavily packed with prehistoric, uncatalogued Pokémon populations that carry an exceptionally extreme, hyper-lethal aggression coefficient."
"Furthermore, continuously supercharged by the unique environmental laws of the rifts, their baseline combat parameters scale to a terrifying tier."
The veins pulsing across Giovanni's temples swelled visibly, continuously undulating beneath his skin like writhing earthworms.
"Does your intellect truly harbor the delusion that the High Command only commands a single Master-tier Trainer like that ancient fossil, Supreme Leader Sky?"
"The absolute reality indicates that every single operator who successfully stabilizes a permanent breakthrough into the Master tier is immediately funneled into these Secret Relic Zones to permanently entrench themselves, desperately anchoring containment lines against those bloodthirsty, feral Mythical and Legendary deities."
"During the macro-scale dimensional splice, the Legendary entities originating from that dying universe had their core code lines completely corrupted, transitioning into exceptionally savage, apocalyptic anomalies."
"The exact millisecond any of those corrupted gods successfully break past our frontline containment grid to flood the mortal plane, the global ecosystem will sustain terminal, irreversible degradation."
"Your mainframes have already indexed the telemetry detailing those Sky, Ocean, and Land Fiends, correct?"
Giovanni suddenly turned his crown, his piercing gaze locking ruthlessly onto Feng Che's coordinates.
"I have. My vanguard lines have actively traded blows against their proxies in past campaigns," Feng Che answered, giving a firm, composed nod.
"Ensure your forces under no circumstances provoke or agitate those specific fiends."
"Those abyssal chimeras were violently printed as fractured shadows split straight from the code lines of Ho-Oh, Kyogre, and Groudon."
"However, a critical data block I must clarify: the ancient Ho-Oh, Kyogre, and Groudon I reference do not correspond to the native deities anchoring this world."
"They specifically track the apocalyptic, corrupted variants locked inside the absolute core vaults of the Secret Relic Zones."
"Those dark shadow splinters will deploy any multi-angled strategy to infiltrate the primary rifts, explicitly to forcefully awaken and unseal their master hulls."
"According to our comparative metrics, that dying parallel universe originally anchored a significantly higher evolutionary tier than our native Pokémon world."
"Should those frenzied, apocalyptic deities successfully break custody to cross the spatial threshold..."
"By that hour, the entire global order will comfortably plunge into an absolute, permanent cataclysm."
Giovanni smoothly drew a premium cigar from his vest pocket. Persian stepped forward from his shadow flank, executing a flawless, micro-velocity Slash that cleanly clipped the tip of the tobacco block.
A fraction of a second later, the Classy Pokémon expelled a highly controlled, tiny ember from its muzzle, cleanly lighting the cigar. Dense, curling blue smoke rings slowly drifted across the executive suite.
"Because the International High Command is continuously forced to exhaust over ninety percent of its elite military metrics to stabilize these containment lines, their administrative focus remains entirely locked inside the deeper rifts."
"As for their core executive law banning any single syndicate from unifying a continent—that mandate was hard-coded by the primeval founder who initially engineered the High Command."
"He explicitly hard-locked the system to forbid any regional consolidation."
"His forecasting models calculated that an empire capable of forcing a whole continent into unification would inevitably harbor boundless, unmanageable ambitions, launching large-scale territorial wars to invade neighboring regions."
"A macro-scale geopolitical schism of that magnitude would leave the High Command completely exposed, severely fracturing their capacity to maintain containment against the corrupted gods."
"Consequently, the exact millisecond a faction exhibits the capacity to force regional unification, the League's central machinery will initiate a severe, crushing suppression loop."
"Under extreme variables, the High Command will aggressively drag that syndicate's primary masters straight into the high-hazard rifts to serve as literal cannon fodder." Giovanni broadcasted a severe, absolute warning to the youth.
"That exact calculation is the reason why, long ago, even when my vanguard held the absolute tactical advantage to systematically liquidate Goodshow, my hand explicitly aborted the execution loop to let him clear the perimeter."
"Instead, I chose to optimize my layouts beneath their tracking arrays, engineering the grand architecture of the Rainbow Team Rocket blueprint." Giovanni smirked with immense, calculating satisfaction.
"Regarding the deeper data blocks nesting within our files, my mainframes cannot authorize a secondary clearance leak, lest the High Command's internal audit divisions flag my signature to balance the ledger."
"The primary operational intent of my transmission today is strictly to remind your line to maintain absolute tactical stealth. Do not allow your shadow empire to be locked onto by the High Command's tracking sensors."
Leaving his definitive warning behind, Giovanni terminated the transmission link, the monitor fading into a blank slate.
Hmph... it appears the baseline variables regulating this Pokémon world are infinitely more complex, warped, and dangerous than my early models forecasted, Feng Che's psychic clone analyzed, a trace of cold helplessness clouding its features.
Ascending the regional throne as Champion merely uncovers the absolute tip of the global iceberg. The League High Command is entirely deadlocked, bleeding its elite assets to hold the line against an alternative reality.
The statistical volume of Champion-tier masters insulated within their dark vaults must exponentially out-scale any public ledger. The double archived the data blocks.
The Hisui Secret Relic Zone: The Deep Woodland Basin
Feng Che remained entirely blind to the high-level data exchange clearing his double's desk back at headquarters. Having successfully decoupled his movements from Star-Master Tianchen's unit, he advanced independently along a direct navigation vector deep into the primeval forest lines.
[Mewtwo, run a comprehensive diagnostic pass. Do your tracking arrays flag this pocket dimension as exceptionally anomalous?]
[To have preserved this massive density of ancient Hisuian bloodlines in absolute structural perfection...] Feng Che telepathically communicated via the psychic bridge.
[The structural geometry of this zone is undeniably warped,] Mewtwo's deep, resonant audio signature bridged smoothly into his mind.
[It safely houses an immense legion of prehistoric variants, alongside verified spatial footprints indicating the active runtime loops of the Spatial Deity, Palkia.]
[Furthermore, the environmental coding of this rift is actively projecting a dense suppression grid against my personal capacitors. On standard configurations, my telekinesis can effortlessly execute an absolute spatial jump across any continent map.]
[Yet, locked within this pocket dimension, my Teleport calculations are severely throttled, restricted to a maximum operational radius of a few hundred kilometers.] Mewtwo reported, its tone dropping into a grave, serious register.
[This arena presents extreme hazard indices; ensure your vanguard maintains absolute tactical discipline.]
[On a secondary note, the local flora houses an astronomical density of primeval Berries and rare alchemical herbs that standardly log a near-zero distribution matrix across the regular world.]
[My working hypothesis suggests the International High Command commands exclusive governance over dozens of these premium Secret Relic Zones.]
[Siphoning the bottomless resource pipelines hidden within these vaults, their systems can easily mass-produce an exceptional volume of Champion-tier operators.] Mewtwo unmasked its personal deductions.
Right at that critical millisecond, a thunderous, sky-shaking shriek violently ripped through the deep canopy ahead.
A colossally massive Ursaluna aggressively broke through the tree line, violently crashing into the clearing.
This specific Ursaluna's structural mass is monumentally immense... easily out-scaling standard species profiles by over three hundred percent, Feng Che noted, quietly logging the parameters.
The ancient bear wreathed its frame in a highly polished, dense coat of midnight-black peat, its hyper-tensile claws growing exceptionally long and razor-sharp, while two rows of jagged, primeval fangs protruded menacingly from its heavy jaws. Its entire aura continuously vented a massive, suffocating column of raw battlefield malice.
The alpha bear's chassis is heavily wrapped in a volatile, pitch-black energy shroud, its cognitive processing loops completely shattered by pure frenzy.
Feng Che's psychic sensors cleanly flagged that this specific dark miasma shared a near-identical structural code with the dark energy bleeding off the Sky Fiends.
"Unseal the vanguard, Venusaur!"
Feng Che snapped his wrist, launching a premier capsule to deploy the Seed Pokémon onto the field.
Siphoning the immense reservoir of raw telluric mass it had assimilated during the previous Dragon Pulse containment campaign, Venusaur's physical volume had scaled exponentially, closely mirroring a inflated balloon. The exact micro-second it stabilized its footing, its internal tracks seamlessly initialized its Mega Evolution parameters to lock down its ultimate combat morphology.
"Venusaur, systematically dismantle that Ursaluna's line."
Just as Venusaur braced its massive limbs to initiate its opening press, the crazed Ursaluna unhinged its jaws to let let out a colossal, high-decibel Roar.
Within a fraction of a second, a rapid-fire succession of answering shrieks violently erupted from the deeper sectors of the basin, the heavy audio signatures tracking together to form a wall of sound.
[Feng Che, the matchup indicators are shifting into an unfavorable register; that alpha bear's calculus favors a full-scale pack swarm,] Mewtwo telepathically translated the creature's vocal frequencies.
[Its sub-routines are actively deploying a global call to assemble its entire localized clan line.] Mewtwo warned.
"Perfect. This layout aligns flawlessly with my variables; I have been intensely determined to audit the absolute combat limits of Venusaur's newly scaled parameters."
"Venusaur—Vine Whip barrage!"
Thousands of hyper-tensile, armored vine whips violently erupted from beneath Mega Venusaur's massive pink blossom. The colossal tendrils elongated across the arena floor like an immense fleet of roaring giant pythons, systematically tracking every geometric vector to lock down the field.
The alpha Ursaluna steeled its focus, its crimson eyes flashing as it uncurled its claws to execute a frantic Fury Swipes combination loop. Its razor-sharp claws cut through the air with terrifying velocity, ruthlessly tearing and shredding dozens of advancing vine tendrils into green sap and loose pulp.