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"Mr. Lin Che, I regret to inform you."
"Due to the S-level spacetime collapse incident at Stardust Cave, the Alliance Supreme Command has issued an emergency order to designate the entire Kunlun Mountains as a top-level restricted area."
"According to Article 17, Paragraph 3 of the Union Emergency Management Regulations, all personnel located within the restricted area are temporarily prohibited from entering or leaving the area from the date the lockdown order takes effect."
Every word was like the sound of a hammer striking steel, clear and leaving no room for negotiation.
S-class spacetime collapse...
These words caused Lin Che's pupils to contract slightly. Having personally experienced that disaster, he naturally understood its terrifying nature. The Alliance's drastic reaction was entirely within his expectations.
However, he did not expect the blockade to come so quickly and so thoroughly.
Before Lin Che could speak or ask for more details, the captain made a "please" gesture, and two team members stepped forward from the left and right sides. Although there was no direct physical contact, the subtle aura locking onto him indicated their attitude.
Lin Che was "invited" into a military hovercraft that had been waiting nearby.
The car doors were closed, shutting out the outside wind and noise. The interior was small, with no windows visible on the cold metal walls, only a single white headlight overhead.
The hovercar makes almost no sound when it starts, with only a slight vibration.
Lin Che leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his brain raced.
He knew he had been drawn into a massive vortex far beyond his personal capabilities.
After an unknown amount of time, the hovercar slowly came to a stop.
The car door slid open, and blinding light and a cacophony of voices rushed in.
He was led into a temporary research base made up of countless white modular buildings. It was located in the heart of the Kunlun Mountains and was incredibly large. Countless researchers in white lab coats were hurrying around, and on huge virtual screens, massive amounts of data streams and energy models that he couldn't understand at all were flashing.
The air was filled with a faint smell of ozone and the burnt smell of instruments overload.
In a relatively open area, he saw many people like himself who were temporarily "controlled".
Among them were several faces he had even seen in top adventure magazines. These were the world's leading explorers of hidden realms and geologists, and at this moment, the pride and confidence on their faces had vanished, replaced by the same solemnity and unease as the researchers around them.
All of their communication devices were confiscated, and all contact with the outside world was completely cut off.
A middle-aged woman with a serious expression, dressed in the uniform of a senior Alliance officer, walked up to the group. She was the person in charge of this temporary base.
Her gaze swept over everyone, her voice steady and powerful.
"Everyone, I know you have many questions and grievances, but please understand that this is for everyone's safety. What happened at Stardust Cavern is the highest-level and most complex spacetime disaster in the Alliance's recorded history."
"No one may leave until the causes of this disaster are fully analyzed and its potential ripple effects on the global secret network are assessed."
"The alliance is assembling its top forces to overcome this challenge. During this time, your food and lodging will be fully guaranteed, but please strictly abide by the base's regulations."
His words, concise and to the point, shattered the last shred of hope in everyone's hearts.
Lin Che stood at the back of the crowd, listening quietly.
His fingers unconsciously rubbed the hem of his clothes, and a clear date surfaced in his mind—the opening day of the World Youth Championship.
According to the original plan, he should be on his way back to Shanghai right now, making his final sprint for this globally anticipated event.
But now, everything has vanished.
He is trapped here.
In this steel cage atop the roof of the world, the date of return remains uncertain.
Chapter 83 Whispers of the Stars and the Prophecies of the Gods!
The air at the temporary base in the Kunlun Mountains was a mixture of the ozone smell from high-precision instruments and the constant tension of 24/7, making it hard to breathe.
The days, under a state of high tension, were stretched out to be tedious and long.
Lin Che's life was divided into two distinct halves.
Half of his Pokémon were in the small training area designated by the base. Arcanine's claws scraped against the special alloy floor with a piercing sound, while Dragon's Dragon Fury accurately hit every moving target.
The other half, on the other hand, is merely an observer.
He sat on the cold metal chair, quietly serving as a backdrop, listening to those minds representing the pinnacle of wisdom in China and even the world waging one silent war after another.
On the giant holographic screen in the conference room, countless complex data streams and energy models flashed wildly, their light illuminating every face that looked slightly haggard from long hours of thinking.
Today, the debate has once again reached a fever pitch.
"...The Kunlun Ancient Chronicles, Volume Seven, clearly records: 'Seven luminaries descended from the heavens, falling upon the western mountains, their light as bright as day, and all things revived, thus establishing the primordial order!'"
An elderly professor of mysticism, his hair gray and dressed in a retro long gown, almost shouted out the ancient text as his fingers trembled slightly with excitement.
To most of the people present, his field was no different from shamanistic rituals.
"absurd!"
A physicist with a sharp demeanor and gold-rimmed glasses immediately stood up. He pointed to another set of data models on the screen, his voice cold and precise.
"Professor Zhou, I respect your knowledge, but please do not confuse the ancient people's ignorant understanding of large meteor shower events with the S-class spacetime collapse we are facing!"
"'Seven Luminaries' are just seven relatively bright meteorites! Their fall trajectories and residual energy have no scientific causal relationship with the core singularity of this event!"
"Science?!" Professor Zhou was furious, his beard bristling and eyes wide. "Can your science explain why all the detectors fail in the core region? Can it explain those fragments of spacetime laws that cannot be defined by any known theory?"
"That only proves that our technology is not advanced enough, not that we should resort to mythology!"
"you……"
Scholars engaged in a heated debate, one side relying on rigorous logic based on data, and the other on metaphysical deductions derived from ancient texts. These two parallel lines, which would never intersect, collided fiercely at this moment, yet neither could convince the other.
Lin Che leaned back in his chair, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest.
His gaze seemed unfocused, but his thoughts had already penetrated the walls of the conference room.
Seven stars.
This word, like a precise probe, instantly touched the deepest core of his memory.
Kirachi.
That petrified oasis of time.
A millennium-old comet sleeping within a wishing star crystal, and seven blue paper slips representing "wishes" atop its head.
Everything clicked.
These top scholars are actually only a thin veil away from the truth.
Unfortunately, the rigor of science and the vagueness of the mysticism led them to each draw their own lines, and neither could break through this final layer.
And I am perhaps the only one who can offer that needle.
Lin Che's mind was racing.
Should I directly reveal Jirachi's existence? No, that would be too shocking. I wouldn't be able to explain the source of the information, and it would only invite endless trouble and suspicion.
We must find a different approach.
A more ingenious and "reasonable" approach.
a few days later.
During a routine security inquiry with the base's chief officer, Lin Che got the opportunity he wanted.
Besides the person in charge, there were several chief researchers from different fields in the room. They were there to listen to Lin Che's physical feedback as the "sole survivor".
"Lin Che, do you still feel any abnormalities in your body?" The person in charge was a middle-aged soldier with a resolute face, his tone filled with concern.
"Thank you for your concern, it has fully recovered."
Lin Che answered appropriately, his face showing just the right amount of gratitude.
He was silent for a few seconds, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he was troubled and uncertain about something.
This subtle change in expression was immediately noticed by everyone present.
"What's wrong? Feel free to speak your mind," the person in charge encouraged.
Lin Che raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of youthful hesitation and embarrassment, as if he found his next words absurd.
He glanced at the Poké Ball at his waist and spoke slowly in a very uncertain tone.
"The person in charge, and all the professors, there's something... I don't know if I should say it."
"When I was trapped in that collapsed space, my Psychic-type Pokémon..."
He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, or perhaps recalling some indescribable feeling.
"It seems... to have sensed some strange sounds."
"It's not a sound at the physical level, but more like... the transmission of emotions."
Lin Che's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the room.
"What kind of emotion?" a psychoanalyst immediately asked, his body involuntarily leaning forward.
Lin Che pursed his lips, his gaze drifting to the snow-capped peaks of the Kunlun Mountains outside the window, a mixture of confusion and pity on his face.
He uttered the line he had rehearsed countless times in his mind, in an almost dreamlike tone.
"…like a very, very sad whisper."
"It's like..."
“'The stars are crying'.”
This statement came out.
Shocking!
hum-
The low hum of the air purification system running continuously in the room seemed amplified infinitely at this moment.
The previously relaxed atmosphere of the inquiry instantly froze.
The psychoanalysis expert who asked the question dropped his pen with a "clatter" to the ground.
The base commander's usually calm and collected military eyes suddenly narrowed.
All the researchers present, whether physicists or geologists, turned their attention to Lin Che at the same time.
It was a complex look in his eyes, a mixture of shock, absurdity, disbelief, and a hint of frantic longing!