Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 352 The Curtain Falls

In the open space in the center.

Song Chenggong had reached Qi Hao's side. A sky-blue waveguide that Qi Hao had never seen before flowed from Song Chenggong's hand into Qi Hao's body, stabilizing his injuries.

The moment the Dark Knight made his move, Song Chenggong had already acted just like Xiao Tie, but for some reason hesitated...

Or rather, it should be described as looking ahead and behind.

Meanwhile, for some reason, the hole in Qi Hao's chest was difficult to heal.

"Sure enough, forcibly removing the branches that had already fused with most of the metal will likely cause far more damage to the body than we have seen." Song Chenggong shook his head, feeling helpless about the situation.

"Logically speaking, this thing should only deepen your connection with this world, just like how I am unaffected by the spacetime turbulence."

But Qi Hao's focus was elsewhere: "Principal, can you tell me why you hesitated when facing the Dark Knight?"

Upon hearing this, Song Chenggong was invigorated, but after a moment's thought, he still sighed.

"Never mind, it's not a secret anyway, just some old stories." Song Chenggong sat down cross-legged and recounted everything to Qi Hao bit by bit.

a long time…………

"I still lost. Even though I was at the peak of my willpower and my spirit was still high, my body was on the verge of collapse." Song Chenggong recalled the scene, the terrifying sight still vivid in his mind.

The Dark Knight single-handedly overwhelmed Song Chenggong's six spirits plus himself at his peak. Even though Song Chenggong repeatedly unleashed his power, like an unkillable cockroach, he only forced out more of his opponent's moves.

Even when Song Chenggong finally saw the shadow of his own moves in the Dark Knight, he had no chance of winning.

At this moment, Qi Hao finally understood some things.

So this is the difference between the two timelines?

That timeline seems to have been unaffected by the Dark Knights, so Song Chenggong remained the Asura's boxing champion.

Because in the memories of Shura that were integrated into Qi Hao's body, apart from the pitch-black silence, there was not a single person who matched even the slightest characteristic of a Dark Knight. As for Roland, no, Angelica, she was a human, and a woman at that, so her only connection was her color.

Qi Hao was in a real bind, and then accidentally aggravated the injury on his chest, making him wince in pain.

However, at this moment, a faint green light appeared, which relieved Qi Hao's chest pain somewhat and even began to heal slowly.

"Feeling better?" Wan Dou, dressed in a black suit, squatted down next to Qi Hao.

“Indeed~” Qi Hao nodded, then after two seconds finally realized something was wrong. “Wait a minute! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you, the stone slab spirit, have left with Martial Arts Bear Master?”

"I can do whatever I want." Wan Dou said, taking out a green plant, putting it in his mouth and starting to smoke, his attitude extremely arrogant.

Qi Hao took a sniff and exclaimed, "Wow, it's mint-scented aromatherapy! This company is so eco-friendly!"

Seeing Qi Hao's strange look, Wan Dou gave an awkward but polite smile: "Alright, I'm not going to joke around with you anymore. Interested in having another colleague?"

"A fellow professional? What can you do?" Qi Hao asked in confusion, but after seeing the tree fruit growing on Wan Dou's head, he silently opened his mouth wide. "Peashooter, why is grass growing on your head again?"

Wan Dou laughed speechlessly: "God, what the hell? I'm a born breeder, you know! Others would love to have this, not to mention my vast and almost omniscient knowledge about elves, that's the real treasure."

Qi Hao nodded, neither confirming nor denying. After all, this thing was also a slab of the creator god, but Qi Hao still pointed to the top of Wan Dou's head and asked, "Oh, is that so? Then why is your head pointy?"

Unexpectedly, Wan Dou grabbed the carrot and pulled it out: "Hey, carrot, take it and gnaw on it."

Qi Hao didn't stand on ceremony, took the radish, and started crunching on it: "6(??﹃??) Damn! You can even grow normal plants on your head! Putting everything else aside, it tastes pretty good."

The conversation ended quickly because the warden, after taking in the Organon Legion, walked over with a menacing look on his face and grabbed Wan Dou's shoulder: "So you're the one who calls yourself the deputy warden?"

For the first time, Wan Doutou felt such a cold and gloomy human being, as if his yang energy had been drained. But the person's body was not weak at all, so he could only awkwardly push the other person away: "I just let the cognition take root and sprout in your people's minds. They will even be more energetic than before. There is no need to arrest me. There is nothing wrong with this in the law."

The warden frowned slightly; it seemed the other party had come prepared.

But with so many things to do right now, and so busy with my own affairs, this really isn't even a small matter, especially since he's just here to inform people of some things.

"Fine, I, Ye Yu, am not one to hold grudges. You are not prisoners, you haven't broken the law, so I can't do anything to you." The warden said, then suddenly changed the subject, "But I still hope you won't actually come back later."

"King Song, the higher-ups and the champions need some explanation about this situation. Please move aside. As for you two, because this has had such a huge impact, you need to explain to the surrounding countries. You scared neighboring Kazakhstan into thinking we were going to war." With that, the warden took Song Chenggong away.

Wan Ye and Qi Hao were left staring at each other in bewilderment...

Is it... really that simple?

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In a black and white world

Only the blond-haired figure had color.

He gazed at the scene before him, seemingly unconcerned about his human form. He simply sat down slowly, leaning back in his chair, head bowed, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

Before him, a child hugged the figure in front of him, slowly peeling away the shattered mask from the other's face, and cried out in anguish, as if trying to etch his image into his mind.

This is where sorrow begins, and where suffering originates.

He not only lost his spirit here.

It also meant that he would carry the cross of the benefactor who died saving him for the rest of his life.

After that, his mind and body were completely plunged into 'darkness'.

Regardless of what others do, they would remain unmoved even if they lost their own lives.

"Get out of here!" a slightly immature voice rang out.

When is it

"I'll annihilate you, you big-headed devil!" The childish voice seemed to have matured a bit.

When exactly did it happen? His heart stirred again.

"You fucking lied to me again!!!" The voice was no longer childish.

He himself didn't know, but the answer seemed to be right in front of him.

But he seemed a little unwilling to think about it.

He picked up the expensive wine that had appeared out of nowhere and poured it into his mouth as if it were a waste. The surrounding environment had transformed into a luxurious restaurant, but unfortunately, there were only four seats on such a large table and with a full meal, and it seemed that he was the only person there.

But then, a figure appeared whose face was obscured, and he wore the badge of the Bug-type Gym Leader.

"What are you doing here, sir?"

In response to the greeting, the restaurant owner simply sat down and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your meal, sir."

“I’m preparing. We’ve discovered an illegal experimental facility where children have been witnessed being subjected to inhumane abuse. We’re planning to meet up to discuss a strategy, but it seems like it’s just the two of us here.”

"Are you still planning to rescue them? Wouldn't it be too dangerous for one person?"

Without thinking, the museum owner blurted out, "If we don't go, what will happen to those who have been harmed? Justice will not be served, and evil will become even more rampant."

"Is that so... By the way, well... how should I put it, please allow me to ask this as a question for your reference, it's just my personal curiosity, if the enemy is difficult to defeat, and you know you will die, what would you choose?"

"You'll die... and those you barely managed to save might do even more evil things later. What were you thinking when you did this? Why did you fight so hard?"

However, the curator interrupted him: "So that's how it is. What you're pursuing is the result? But I don't think so. Blindly pursuing the result will only make people try to take shortcuts."

“In the process of taking shortcuts, people are prone to losing their original intentions, and their enthusiasm and passion will be worn away. I don’t care what the future holds. Even if I save a heinous villain, I don’t care. Justice is my will.”

"Even if I die, my will will be passed on to fight against more injustices and to settle the evil in the world."

After the curator finished speaking, he lowered his gaze even further: "I really envy you. I've also dreamed of becoming a hero like you, relying on my own special abilities."

"Once, I also possessed willpower, but I failed, I failed utterly..."

"I... am a very selfish person."

At that moment, the museum owner stood up.

"That's not the case, Zhang Zengsong."

"You've already done an excellent job."

“Our wills are no different. Just as when we first met, your desire for happiness burned as brightly as a flame.”

"Why... do you know our names?" Zhang Zengsong asked in surprise, looking up at the innkeeper, tears streaming down his face. "Come to think of it, I feel like I've heard your voice somewhere before."

Suddenly, Zhang Zengsong looked out the window, walked step by step, and then stepped towards the door.

"Zhang Zengsong, where are you going?" the curator asked, watching Zhang Zengsong's retreating figure.

"It's getting late, I need to hurry back to the stag beetle!"

However, Zhang Zengsong was stopped by the other party.

"Have you forgotten? That's where you came from. This is the end." The shadow on the curator's face disappeared.

"So, it's you... Hero..." Indeed, even Zhang Zengsong himself didn't realize that he, as the Heavenly King, had been using honorifics to address a dojo trainer from beginning to end.

"That's enough, Zhang Zengsong. You've done very well, so well that I have to respect you! Become a hero, even if you're just an individual." Xiang Shuai opened the door and walked out under Zhang Zengsong's gaze. "Perhaps it's not too late."

A person dies twice. The first death is physical, and the second death is called forgetting...