Chapter 1244: The Truth of His Origins

In the dim light.

Countless broken images flashed before Baimu’s eyes.

It was as if he was experiencing the dreams of countless individuals, possessing numerous identities, and dreaming countless dreams.

Yet, strangely, he was always clearly aware of who he was; these memories felt like playing a VR game, immersive, yet only immersive.

Thanks to the simulator?

His first thought was of his Golden Finger, and his current experience was almost indistinguishable from simulated dreams, which confirmed this point.

In reality.

Shanren was extremely nervous, half-supporting Baimu, while Furong had a solemn expression as she continuously shook her bell and muttered incantations, pressing prayer beads on his chest.

The antenna on Dusknoir’s head glowed like a beacon.

Baimu’s Pokémon surrounded them, all deeply worried.

Aggron held the Dreepy Siblings, who were glaring at Banette, with its claws, while its sturdy tail hooked the tail of the Giant Steelix to prevent them from causing trouble.

In fact, if not for worries about affecting Furong’s rescue of the Trainer, and as the ace, it should be the one to remain calm, it would have torn Banette to pieces first without needing other Pokémon to act.

At this moment, the Trainer’s safety was more important, so retaliation could wait until later.

Mawile shared its thoughts, and thus was crouching coldly on Aggron’s head, its usually vibrant red ribbon drooping listlessly.

The typically noisy Hydreigon was unexpectedly silent now, almost eerily so, prompting Aggron to glance at it frequently, worried it might do something foolish.

Blissey and Altered-color Milotic devoutly prayed for Baimu, while Dragapult was so anxious it forgot invisibility, flying back and forth.

The Galarian Corsola opened its eyes irritably, a cloud of gloom brewing inside, preventing it from sleeping.

On the phone, Porygon II was frantically searching for entries related to souls, contemplating electric shock therapy.

“Hoopa, Hoopa, go find Grandpa Grings—”

Demon God Hoopa, flustered and helpless, tried to seek help from the highly capable Grings.

Gengar quickly stopped the headless chicken, preventing further chaos, as it was the one that released Aggron and other Pokémon from their balls, causing the current turmoil; stability must be maintained.

Marshadow huddled in the corner, silent.

Suddenly.

The incantation stopped, and Furong lightly exclaimed, ceasing the bell’s motion, her eyes penetrating Baimu’s physical form to see the soul that represented his essence.

She intended to construct a barrier to fend off the soul fragments’ invasion, but it turned out ineffective; before she could take other remedial actions, she discovered Baimu’s soul, after merging with the fragments, not only didn’t acquire strange colors.

It grew larger and purer instead.

Neither the silvery light of snow-capped mountains under the sun nor the light ring’s light in light blue was chaotic, unlike recorded soul fragment invasions into souls.

“This situation…”

She didn’t explain to Shanren, instead turned to Demon God Hoopa and said, “Hoopa, can you open a Light Wheel to God-sending Mountain? I need to find my grandma.”

“Grandma?”

“Yes, she looks like this.” Furong took out her phone, showing a photo of her and her grandma.

Demon God Hoopa hurriedly nodded, “Leave it to Hoopa!”

The Light Wheel opened.

Upon seeing this, Banette sensed something was off and wanted to intervene, but a mere glance from Aggron made it silently stop its actions.

Shanren urgently called out to Furong, who was about to enter, “What should I do?”

“If he wakes up, hold him down, don’t let him do anything!” Furong instructed, then looked at Aggron and other Pokémon and seriously said, “Don’t worry! I will definitely save your Trainer!”

“Grrr!”

“Chiddoo~”

Aggron and other Pokémon watched her leave with longing eyes.

Not long after.

Furong supported a stooped old lady out of the Light Wheel, the latter surveying around, her gaze sweeping over Banette on the dome and Marshadow in the corner, finally landing on Baimu.

“Could you please take a look?”

Shanren supported the unconscious Baimu and politely said.

The old lady remained silent, bending halfway down in front of Baimu, placing her palm on his forehead, quietly saying, “There’s no major issue; he’s just digesting those fragmented memories.”

Furong: “So Baimu won’t be affected by those soul fragments?”

Banette’s heart quivered.

Grandma Furong nodded: “Indeed, such a strong and stable soul is something I’ve never seen before; a few soul fragments are nothing to him.”

As a Spirit Communicator stationed at God-sending Mountain and occasionally venturing out to help others, her grandma had likely encountered more souls than a lifetime’s worth of humans and Pokémon for most people.

No wonder her first sight of Baimu’s soul struck her as exceptionally beautiful…

Furong’s eyes shone with brilliance.

At that moment.

Baimu slowly awoke, his first sight the elderly woman and Furong, along with the anxious Pokémon, causing him to remark: “I—”

“Grrah!”

Alongside an excited howl, the tearful-eyed Hydreigon suddenly pounced from the side, pressing down on him, its brain continuously nuzzling his neck and cheeks, “Grrah~ Grrah!”

Everyone was startled by it, then switched to helpless expressions.

Seeing Baimu lucidly calming Hydreigon, Shanren and Furong simultaneously relaxed, while Aggron and other Pokémon clustered around warmly.