Chapter 1245: The Truth of My Origins (Part 2)

“Sorry for making you worry.”

Baimu’s hands brushed over each Pokémon, including the Corsola whose smoky tentacles were exposed but still pretended to be asleep.

The Demon God Hoopa initially wanted to emulate Hydreigon by pressing its entire body down, but fortunately, Gengar swiftly used the Vase of Punishment to take away its power.

“Oh dear! Little Gengar is biased!”

Hoopa, who bumped its head against Baimu’s chest, pouted in dissatisfaction, but it only wanted to play a prank to cheer everyone up.

The atmosphere was too heavy.

Baimu casually adjusted Mawile’s headband and looked towards the Curse Doll on the dome, who was silently trying to crawl outside.

Pop.

A light sound echoed as Furong watched in astonishment, the Curse Doll forcefully detached from the Spirit Realm entrance. Numerous lost souls hiding in various spots silently found their way home and joyously surged forward.

The Curse Doll paid no heed to them, propped itself up, and took small steps towards Baimu.

Pokémon like Hydreigon initially wanted to stop it from approaching, but were prevented.

Baimu knelt halfway, calmly watching the Curse Doll with a radiant smile before him.

Seeing him look over, the Curse Doll joyfully said, “Long He! I’ve finally waited for you! I’ve waited so very long—”

“Curse Doll, I’ve already said, I’m not Long He,” Baimu calmly replied.

The Curse Doll’s expression froze, and it continued as if not hearing, “You know, Lidi used to come here, he seemed different, I didn’t trust him so I just made something up…”

“Curse Doll.”

“Remember those who chased us? I tormented their souls into Evil Spirits, let them live forever in agony, those scumbags! You must feel satisfied with that!”

“Curse Doll!”

“…” The Curse Doll slowly lowered its head.

Seconds later.

It raised its head again, still maintaining a bright smile, and said, “I remember the meteor shower in Meteor Village is very beautiful, you wanted to take me to see the meteor shower, isn’t my memory impressive?”

Baimu didn’t speak, silently regarding the Curse Doll.

Suddenly.

He stretched out his right hand, gently rubbing the top of the Curse Doll’s head.

Familiar actions, familiar faces, familiar warmth.

Everything felt so familiar.

But…

The Curse Doll’s smile gradually faded, its body began to tremble slightly, tears involuntarily flowed from its eyes, pleading:

“Can we travel together?”

In a pitch-black mine.

Buried under sand and rock, Long He once regretted deeply not being able to travel with the Curse Doll, it became his dying wish.

“…Sorry.”

Baimu withdrew his hand, softly said: “I can never be the person you’ve been waiting for.”

What is legacy?

Bloodline, soul, knowledge, and power, many things can be a legacy.

And Baimu happens to inherit Long He’s bloodline, soul, and knowledge, yet no matter what, he could never be Long He.

Even without that part from the Otherworld, he would still only be Long He’s “next generation.”

Unable to get the desired answer, the Curse Doll weakly collapsed.

Shanren sighed silently, and seeing this, Furong also showed a touch of sadness.

Though the Curse Doll had caused them much trouble, what Trainer could remain indifferent to this scene?

Who hasn’t thought of the scenario where they pass before their Pokémon, or their Pokémon before them?

Furong’s grandmother held her granddaughter’s hand, softly patting twice as comfort.

Various Pokémon showed different expressions, with empathetic ones like Blissey and Milotic putting aside hostility towards the Curse Doll, while more rational ones like Hydreigon, focusing solely on the Trainer and themselves, remained dismissive.

At this moment.

Marshadow also walked over from the corner shadows.

“Maaagh…”

It silently folded its hands towards the Curse Doll, shadows beneath it spreading into the light, once more playing out shadow pictures.

One could see the scene where bones and feathers turned to ashes in succession.

The Marshadow within appeared panicked, circling the ashes.

Clearly, resurrection had failed.

But just when it forlornly wanted to leave, a beam of light descended from above, wrapping the ashes and gradually forming a baby figure.

The Marshadow in the image raised its head, arms outstretched, catching the baby.

“What does this mean…” Shanren couldn’t understand.

Hoopa exclaimed: “Hoopa! Hoopa has seen this! It’s Arceus!”

“Arceus?”

Its words captured Shanren and Furong’s attention, compared to Marshadow, Arceus in the creation myth as the supreme existence was far more renowned.

Hoopa nodded vigorously, shouted: “Hoopa has seen Arceus before! Hoopa and Balza were also saved by Arceus!”

It referred to when it lost its power in Desert City, resulting in summoning the Time God Emperor Dialga and the Space God Parukia, two beings that couldn’t coexist, causing a distortion in time and space that time.

Shanren and Furong remained puzzled, turning to Marshadow.

Marshadow shook its head, expressing its lack of understanding, hesitating before softly calling out while looking towards Furong.

Understanding what the Ghost-type Pokémon said, Furong went from confused to enlightened, to overwhelmingly sympathetic as she looked at the dejected Curse Doll.

She said: “Long He… he was the Rainbow Hero of Ho-Oh, bestowed with a recognized Rainbow-colored Feather of Ho-Oh, having the qualification to challenge it. Marshadow was to guide the Rainbow Hero to find Ho-Oh, but Long He did not carry the Rainbow-colored Feather with him, instead placing it in Meteor Village.