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The maglev train on the Quartz Plateau rolled back. Nazhi and Songye, who had just come off, assisted Hu Di in using the ability to predict the future, with the cooperation of super powers and ghost-type Pokémon.

The three Hu Di present raised their spoons of fate one after another. In the middle was an illustration, left behind by Ping Ku.

The energy fluctuations coordinated by pink and dark purple are constantly pursuing the future. This time it is not an attack, but a connection to the most correct answer to the future.

Pingku, who was in the gap in time, turned his head and discovered this energy, and Dr. Omu's illustrated book appeared in front of him.

As if responding to him, another illustration appeared in front of him. This was the illustration of that world. The Pokémon Kokodora marked with number 304 on the illustration was smiling.

The data of the two worlds collided at this moment, and the torrent of time that followed continued to impact the position where he stood. The GS ball emitted more light to block the attack of time.

Faced with the situation of the two illustrations, Pingku took a deep breath and said loudly: "I will not give up this time. What belongs to me will definitely be in my hands!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hands to grab the illustrated book.

What people on the field saw was a pair of hands picking up the illustrated book. These hands were obviously much older than before, but the most eye-catching thing on their hands was the ring.

"Is this the real future?"

Seeing the hands working hard to break through the obstacles, many people were silent. They also wanted to go over and help, but now is not the time.

At some point in the future, Pingku, who has become a well-known research scholar, reaches out his hands to pick up this illustrated book. For him, this is really a big surprise.

"I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect to meet you here. It seems like they sneaked in here."

But the moment he stretched out his hands, he found that he had penetrated the illustrated book. He was a little surprised and said: "Is it a prank by the children?"

"That's right. Since the doctor left Zhenxin Town, everyone has scattered. I am the only one left here. I really envy you guys. This prank is very good."

No, scholar Pingku quickly discovered the problem. The quality of the illustrated book was exactly the same as before. This was impossible because he had replaced the cover of the illustrated book several times.

Although they are all templates for the first-generation shells, in this day and age, it is impossible for the Pokédex to be so scarred.

Soon he felt a super strong energy repelling him. After a short period of persistence, he finally discovered the source of this energy.

"I see, are you planning to stop me from picking up this illustration? I'm sorry, the more someone wants to do something, the more I want to do it!"

Behind him, the eighteen attribute energy jars were opened. His hands were surrounded by these purified energies and began to touch the illustrated book. For a while, the two sides were frantically competing for reserve energy.

Soon a broken sound appeared. With the latest technology, even the isolation of the time barrier became trivial. He wanted to see why this illustration appeared here.

The moment he took out this illustrated book, both the scholar Pingku and everyone watching were stunned. The illustrated book was lying on the ground intact and restored, and the two hands were holding this illustrated book.

After opening the illustrated book and looking through the records, he came to the conclusion: "So that's it. The illustrated book that came after pursuing the future has already changed since it came to me."

"The future can be changed, it can be good or bad, and it is you who make the future!"

This sentence traveled through time and space and reached the ears of everyone related to Pingku.

In the gap of time, Pingku's hands were constantly torn and healed. Looking at the illustrations getting closer and closer, it seemed as if they were so far away.

"For me, I just want to protect the present. No matter how bad the future is, I firmly believe that humans will be able to achieve the future they want."

At the moment when there was only such a small distance, the time turbulence rioted. This energy came out from the two illustrations, constantly repelling Pingku and not wanting him to get close.

I can't just give up, even if I die, I will hold on to the light of the future they give me.

"We're only so close, how can we give up so easily!"

But the impact of the time attack became stronger and stronger, and Pingku felt exhausted. Now he was persisting with his constant will, and there were many Pokémon pushing against his body.

Suddenly, a pair of phantom hands appeared on the two illustrations. The owner of the phantom hands smiled and said, "This is who I used to be. It looks very similar, but it's not the same anymore."

"After all, we are on different lines. Maybe at this point in time, you are developing in a good direction, but at another point in time, you may be doing all kinds of evil?"

"It's not up to you to worry about. After all, no matter how evil I do, I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. These eyes are very clear." A pair of scarred hands appeared on Pingku's hand to help him press down.

At this time, many hands suddenly appeared, constantly helping Pingku press down. Some of these shadows were full of vicissitudes of life, and some were high-spirited. The only thing that remained unchanged was the face full of firm will.

They all broke through the isolation of the time barrier, successfully received the illustrated information from the past, and chose to help.

This is only a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Maybe some of them have encountered this kind of thing before, and some have missed it, but what remains unchanged is that these two illustrations run through the entire life era.

With the help of all the phantoms, the time gap was shattered at the moment Pingku's hands touched the two illustrations.

Another pair of real hands also pressed up, and he saw an individual who was exactly like him smiling at him. Although he didn't say anything, Pingku knew that the world still remembered him, and that was enough.

"It's up to you to create the future, and it's time for us to go back!"

The phantoms continue to dissipate, but before dissipating, they will nod towards Pingku, celebrating that this past self has been recognized by time, but the future has become blurred.

What is certain is that the future he is heading towards in his time must be a better future.

After they left, the two illustrated books were merged together.

The data from the two illustrated books were continuously exchanged, and eventually a very small Pokémon egg was formed, which fell into the messenger bird's bag.

The illustrated book on the quartz arena also disappeared. In the reflection of predicting the future, the illustrated book arrived at the gap in time and appeared in Pingku's hand.

There were cheers on the field. They had determined that this incident would end safely and the future would no longer be the same as it had been before.

In the small temple of time, the eyes closed and opened again, seeming to be a little confused about the changes that would happen in the future. In the end, they didn't pay much attention to it, and now they have to do their own things well.