Inside the Pokémon Day Care, the various Pokémon were each immersed in training, pushing themselves to grow stronger.
Not far away, Paul and Akari sat quietly in the breeze, watching in silence.
"Beep-beep~"
Suddenly, the buzz of a phone shattered the moment of peace.
"What a bunch of trash."
Paul glanced at the message on his phone. His brow furrowed ever so slightly. After finishing the message, he snapped the phone shut with clear irritation and tossed it aside.
"What's wrong? Something annoying?"
Akari tilted her head curiously. She had never seen Paul this unsettled. Paul was usually calm and calculating, but this obvious frustration could only mean something serious had happened.
"Team Galactic's remnants have escaped."
Paul clenched his fist against his temple, grinding the words out through his teeth.
"Team Galactic? Remnants? Escaped?"
That one sentence, those three words, left Akari completely baffled.
"This world also has Team Galactic? But… why remnants? And why would they need to escape?"
It wasn't her ignorance at fault. In Hisui, as well as in Akari's original world, the Galaxy Team had always been an honorable organization—the largest governing body in the region, holding a status equal to the Pokémon League itself.
In Akari's own world, she hadn't followed all the details, but as a former member of the Hisuian Galaxy Team, she simply couldn't fathom why "Team Galactic remnants" would be on the run.
"The Team Galactic of this Sinnoh is nothing like the Galaxy Team of Hisui." Paul's voice was flat, almost cold.
"It was created by a man called Cyrus, who felt no heart, no empathy. His purpose in founding Team Galactic wasn't to serve the people, it was to create a world without 'spirit.'"
Akari's eyes widened. "A world without 'heart'? What's the point of a world like that? That's insane."
Paul's explanation left her shaken. She had thought people's ambitions might be for immortality, or for ruling the world—those she could at least understand. But to labor toward a hollow dream like creating a new world without spirit? That felt surreal, almost magical in its absurdity.
Akari managed a weak laugh: "So… they must have failed, right? No way such a ridiculous goal could succeed…"
"No." Paul said bluntly. "They succeeded."
Akari: "You're kidding me?!"
"Cyrus decided his world couldn't be contaminated by anyone else. So I personally sent him into that new world. The rest of his admins were arrested by International Police."
Paul explained calmly, though his jaw tightened.
"But the newborn world was immediately attacked by Dialga and Palkia. Even if it wasn't destroyed, it was completely severed from our reality. To prevent the remnants from escaping, I even made sure the League tightened surveillance after I became Champion. Yet somehow, they still slipped away."
Akari scratched the back of his head. "The League… really dropped the ball on this one. Hahaha, well, no big deal, right? They're just remnants. Officer Jenny can handle it. They shouldn't be able to stir up much trouble."
But instead of calming Paul, the words only made him clench his fists again.
"To strengthen security, the League decided just days ago to relocate the remnants to a new facility for stricter confinement. That's when they escaped." Paul's eyes narrowed.
"And now they've pushed the responsibility onto me. They want me, the Champion, to clean up their mess."
Akari was speechless.
"This logic is ridiculous. It's like I remind you not to lose something valuable, and instead of just being careful, you move it somewhere else. Then when it goes missing, you blame me for mentioning it in the first place—like I should help you find it, or even compensate for it?!"
Paul exhaled heavily and pocketed his phone again. His expression hardened with resolve.
"Once the World Coronation Series is over, I'll overhaul the League. Useless people will be replaced. If there are too many gaps… I'll have Mewtwo work with researchers to create a new, streamlined system—an AI-driven network to handle administration efficiently."
Akari blinked. Paul wasn't joking.
"So… what now?" she asked carefully.
"We head to Stark Mountain. Intel says that's where they fled."
Paul stood, scanning the training field. After a moment, he chose his Metagross, Mewtwo, Electivire, Torterra, Infernape, and Ninetales. With Akari, he took flight toward northern Sinnoh.
On the way, Paul couldn't help recalling the anime timeline incident: the Galactic remnants once tried to reopen the dimensional gate to bring Cyrus back. They kidnapped Heatran, built a high-tech device, and somehow obtained the Flame Plate. Heatran swallowed it, lost control, and even Arceus had to intervene.
But Paul knew: even if he did nothing here, their fate would remain failure.
Why? Because this Arceus wasn't the same.
The Arceus who had rebuilt his phone into divine technology was nothing like the clumsy god from the anime who couldn't even safeguard its own Plates. Proof enough was that this Arceus had given him no missions, no warnings—it trusted him to shape events himself.
Soon, the towering volcano came into view, belching smoke into the sky. Even before entering Stark Mountain, Paul and Akari spotted men in Team Galactic uniforms.
The grunts noticed them instantly. They unleashed their Pokémon, filling the air with smoke, and fled deeper inside.
"They're hiding in here? But this mountain's huge, how do we find them?" Akari asked at the cave's entrance.
"Simple."
Paul quietly pulled out his Arc-modified phone and opened the map function.
After several upgrades, the device was beyond advanced—practically divine tech. In seconds, a full 3D layout of Stark Mountain appeared, complete with lifeform signatures.
"Mewtwo. It's your job."
Paul wasn't in the mood to waste time on a hide-and-seek game. He was done playing fair.
"No problem."
Mewtwo glanced at the data, then vanished in a flicker of Teleport.
Moments later, it returned, dragging more than ten Galactic members with it. Among them stood a blue-haired, androgynous figure—Saturn, clearly their leader.
"Talk." Paul said coldly, eyes narrowing. "Where are the others?"
He hadn't needed confirmation. The number was too small. Team Galactic's remnants were more numerous than this. And Saturn, the one who had left an impression on him even in another canon, was standing right before him.
"Again… it's you." Saturn's lips curled with disdain. "As expected, the useless League can only rely on Trainers like you to fix their problems."
Saturn smiled calmly despite being restrained.
"I've heard you've become Champion of the League. Congratulations. You of all people should understand the League's decay. Why not join us instead? Together, we can create a new world."
"Mewtwo."
Paul wasn't interested in Saturn's rhetoric. Since Saturn's lips stayed sealed, he simply left it to Mewtwo.
"No! Don't—!"
Saturn's defiance was cut short. As Mewtwo's Hypnosis took hold, his eyes grew vacant, his body slack.
Paul's voice cut in, sharp as steel: "Where are the others?"
"…They're not with us. We split up. They've gone to Twinleaf Town for Plan B… using the Space-Time Tower and a device… to summon Dialga and Palkia… force them into battle… create a new world… or reopen the dimensional gate. I was in charge of Plan A, capturing Heatran… detonating Stark Mountain… absorbing the energy, to try opening the gate at Mt. Coronet. A distraction…"
Saturn's tone never wavered, even under Paul's grim stare.
Slowly, as though compelled, he laid bare the entire plan.
Paul exhaled through his nose. "Heh. Bold play."
He understood immediately. Without the Flame Plate, Galactic didn't believe Heatran alone could open the dimensional gate. Their solution: let Heatran absorb the explosive energy of Stark Mountain's eruption and use it as a catalyst.
But the odds of success were slim. Having already once attempted summoning the Temporal and Spatial gods, Team Galactic had instead decided to rely on technology—forcing Dialga and Palkia into conflict via the Space-Time Tower, hoping the clash itself might tear open the gate to reach Cyrus.
If not, then they would attempt to spark a new world from chaos. Twisted time, warped dimensions, distorted worlds—any outcome would do. This was their last gamble.
"Insane. And selfish."
Paul's voice hardened. He couldn't comprehend it—why chase some twisted new reality, when this world was already full of life and beauty? Here, with Pokémon beside humanity, anyone could live a fulfilling life through effort and growth. Why destroy it all for a hollow dream?
He didn't understand. But understanding didn't matter. He had to stop them. That was his duty as Champion.
"What?! What did you do to me?!"
Saturn suddenly snapped back to awareness, his face pale as he realized he had revealed everything. His eyes darted, then he forced a sneer.
"Too late. Plan B is already underway. They'll finish before you even arrive."
From Stark Mountain in the far north to Twinleaf Town in the south, it was at least an hour's journey. By then, the dimensional gate could already be open.
"Enough talking."
Paul shot Saturn a cold glance. At his command, Mewtwo Teleported Saturn and the grunts, dumping them outside the nearest police station. And at the same time, Paul dialed a number.
"Mew?" "Mii~"
After a brief chorus of feline chatter, a glowing halo unfolded before Paul.
Together with Akari and their Pokémon, he stepped through.
The world shifted. Before them rose a quaint Western-style town—Twinleaf Town. And in its center, towering above all, stood the legendary Space-Time Tower, shaped like a colossal harp.
This was no mere monument. The tower itself was the largest musical instrument in the Pokémon world.
But instead of harmony, it now emitted an eerie, discordant music—tones so twisted they seemed to pierce through time and space.
The once-calm sky darkened. Red and blue light tore through the clouds as Dialga and Palkia manifested. Their eyes glowed crimson, their endless feud reigniting as they clashed once more.
Roar of Time met Spacial Rend. Their collisions shook the heavens. Each blow, each shockwave reduced town buildings to rubble.
From the shadows, a tall, black silhouette emerged—Darkrai.
It surged forward, hurling Dark Void and Dark Pulse, desperate to halt the gods' battle.
But even Darkrai faltered. Against Dialga and Palkia in their frenzy, its powers were but gales before a storm. Their wild strikes shredded its attacks. Dark Void could not bind their rage.
Realizing brute force was futile, Darkrai shifted tactics. Instead of stopping them outright, it lured them—driving the fight away from the heart of the town, toward the open wilderness.
A plan that worked. For even gods, without reason, they were little more than savage beasts. As they raged, they followed Darkrai into the outskirts.
"Damn it! Why is there such a powerful Pokémon here?!"
From atop the tower, Charon cursed, his plan unraveling before his eyes.
But beside him, Mars only grinned darkly. "Heh. Don't worry. We're not done yet."
She shoved the device's lever to maximum, hammering buttons despite the cost. The tower groaned as its "Melody of Space-Time" surged to its peak.
The distorted sound waves lashed out, forcing the gods back into blind fury. Red light flared in their eyes again. Darkrai staggered, even its mind muddled by the frequency. Its gaze turned toward the tower itself.
If it could not quell the gods… then it would destroy the source of madness.
Darkrai lunged at the Space-Time Tower.
Meanwhile, Paul and Akari, aboard Metagross and Braviary, soared high above, watching the chaos unfold.
Paul's eyes narrowed.
"Pathetic gods. Time for a real lesson."
"Couldn't agree more." Akari clenched her fists, standing with him.
"Dialga, prepare for battle!"
"Palkia, prepare for battle!"
From the Origin Ball and a Master-tier Poké Ball, their Pokémon emerged. Two figures—Origin Forme Dialga and Origin Forme Palkia—soared forth, radiant, facing the frenzied gods below.
The maddening tones of the tower barely touched them, their Origin Forms shielding them.
They split their focus deliberately: Time versus Space, Space versus Time. Each struck the counterpart, channeling their ancient grudges.
Dialga unleashed the Power of Time, slowing its opponent, then roared as Roar of Time blasted Palkia across mountainsides.
Palkia retaliated, bending space itself. Its wings cleaved the void with Spacial Rend, striking Dialga squarely and toppling it into the plains.
Both landed telling blows, then glared at one another. Neither would yield. Rage flared, and they charged, determined to show their "otherworldly brothers" what true gods were.
"ROOOOAR!!"
"ROOOOAR!!"
The native Dialga and Palkia shrieked back, their pride stung.
These strangers, these "impostors," dared to challenge them in their own world?
Anger flared higher. Even as the Space-Time Tower fell silent, shattered, the gods did not calm. Instead, they grew more furious.
Both unleashed their signature moves—Spacial Rend and Roar of Time—together, their power amplified by wrath. This time, the force was nearly double what it had been before.
The Twin Gods' war had only just begun.
(End of Chapter)
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