"Oh? A Machamp this time? Not bad at all. Charizard, you're up."
After yet another powerful aura appeared in the distorted skyline of the Reverse World, Aiden immediately made his move.
Ever since entering this place, he had been encountering one high-quality Pokémon after another.
Gold aptitude.
Champion-tier.
And all revived here because of the system's influence.
Not capturing them would be a crime.
"Ding! Machamp's current attributes are as follows—"
Pokémon: Machamp
Level: 62
Ability: Guts
Type: Fighting
Aptitude: Gold
Notes: Formerly Champion-tier in life. Revived in the Reverse World by system influence. Memories erased; battle instincts retained.
Preference: Fighting
Aiden narrowed his eyes.
Every revived Pokémon here carried the same description.
System influence.
The Reverse World originally housed only one ruler—
Giratina.
Yet now, it brimmed with life.
Perhaps this wasn't coincidence.
Originally, Giratina maintained balance—preventing collapse of this inverted realm.
Dark matter was as essential to reality as light.
Now that countless powerful spirits filled this dimension, perhaps they were stabilizing it further.
But speculation could wait.
For now—
"Charizard, Flamethrower!"
Charizard roared, unleashing a torrent of searing fire.
Machamp pounded its chest, eyes blazing with battle lust.
Then—
Dynamic Punch.
A devastating wave of Fighting-type energy tore through the flames.
Aiden reacted instantly.
"Air Slash!"
Charizard's wings beat violently.
Blades of wind sliced downward, gaining type advantage.
Machamp charged straight through, shattering several air blades with brute force.
Impressive.
But sustained ranged pressure gradually wore it down.
Finally—
"Fire Blast!"
A massive fiery sigil detonated upon Machamp's body.
The explosion sent it stumbling backward, scorched and weakened.
"Go—Luxury Ball!"
The Poké Ball arced cleanly through the distorted gravity.
Red light.
Shake.
Shake.
Click.
Captured.
Five Champion-tier Pokémon in less than a day.
Electivire.
Nidoking.
Nidoqueen.
Snorlax.
Machamp.
Aiden was in excellent spirits.
But at that exact moment—
A pressure descended.
Heavy.
Ancient.
Overwhelming.
The space above him warped.
Then—
A colossal head slowly emerged from the twisted sky.
Crimson eyes.
Gold-black-gray scales.
Six shadowed appendages.
Demonic wings spread across inverted gravity.
Giratina.
In truth, from the moment Aiden opened the entrance, Giratina had sensed him.
As ruler of the Reverse World, its perception here was absolute.
It had waited.
Planned.
Its idea was simple:
Let the human approach.
Crush him.
Reclaim the Griseous Orb.
Only the Orb's holder could freely enter and exit this dimension.
If Giratina reclaimed it—
Arceus's prison would become meaningless.
Freedom.
Revenge.
That was why it had been excited.
But instead—
This human entered its domain…
And started capturing minor Pokémon.
Ignoring a god.
That was unacceptable.
So Giratina revealed itself.
Aiden looked up at the massive dragon's looming face.
Then smiled faintly.
"Finally. I was wondering how long you'd make me wait."
If Giratina knew he had intentionally been "fishing," it might have reconsidered appearing so soon.
"Ding! Giratina's current attributes are as follows—"
Pokémon: Giratina
Divinity: God of Antimatter (Ruler of the Reverse World)
Level: 100
Ability: Pressure
Type: Dragon / Ghost
Aptitude: Prismatic
Origin Forme: Locked
Moves: Shadow Sneak, Dragon Breath, Shadow Claw, Pain Split, Aura Sphere, Shadow Force, Destiny Bond…
Affection: 0
Notes: Banished by Arceus for violence. Seeks revenge and freedom.
Aiden slowly raised his hand.
A Master Ball appeared between his fingers.
"Been waiting for you, Renegade Dragon."
Giratina's crimson gaze locked onto him.
Its voice echoed through distorted space.
"Human. Return the Griseous Orb."
"And I may allow you to leave alive."
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