Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

On this quiet night,

Fengxi's heart was filled with determination.

he knows,

What he was trying to access was related to a larger plan, a plan that could affect the entire world.

And he,

As a key figure in this plan, he must complete this task personally.

Fengxi's journey has just begun, and the night of Longyou City,

It also becomes no longer ordinary because of the arrival of this mysterious person.

The wind blew, his steps were firm and swift, his goal was clear and far-reaching.

He knew that he was about to embark on a journey full of unknowns and dangers.

But he also knew that only through this path could he find the answers he had been looking for.

In the night wind,

Feng Xi's figure became farther and farther away until it completely blended into the night.

No matter what Fengxi's journey will bring, his own life will be changed by it.

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Walking into the calligraphy and painting room filled with the scent of ink,

Feng Xi's footsteps were light on the wooden floor, and his head was slightly lowered, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Oh, sorry."

"Dear customer, we are closed today."

The middle-aged man upstairs smiled, with a hint of polite apology in his voice.

"Are you the one who draws tigers?"

Fengxi asked in a low voice.

"Well, you are..."

The middle-aged man who was browsing the bookshelf suddenly paused.

He turned to look at Fengxi, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Fengxi raised his head, his eyes were cold and seemed emotionless.

Despite this, his voice still retains its usual softness and warmth.

“I need to borrow something from you.”

The voice just fell,

He stretched out his hand and waved it lightly towards a corner of the library, as if he was exerting some kind of power.

The books on the bookshelf were torn apart in an instant, and fragments and papers danced wildly in the space, forming a chaotic storm.

This force is so powerful.

So much so that every book on the bookshelf seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands.

The pages of paper were like released butterflies, flying, spinning, and drifting around.

Finally, it slowly fell to the ground and covered the entire room.

Fengxi stood there, his eyes firm and calm, and his outstretched palm was like a safe harbor.

When the small figure approached, he caught it steadily without any trembling in his movements.

"Wow!"

The original body of the painted tiger screamed in horror.

In fact, he sensed an unusual aura from the very beginning, so he hid himself early.

However, he never expected that he would be defeated after just a brief confrontation.

"So, this is your true self."

The man's figure instantly turned into a pool of ink, splashing in every corner of the bookstore, dyeing the surroundings with a thick layer of ink.

Then,

Fengxi stretched out his hand and emitted a faint light towards the painted tiger's body.

The light is soft and warm, and seems to contain some mysterious power.

The painted tiger's body gradually calmed down under the shining light.

Its terrified expression began to relax, as if it had lost its vitality.

"The power of the painting spirit is... really boring."

Looking at the library from the outside,

Suddenly, a huge tree broke out of the ground.

Its roots penetrated the structure of the library like sharp swords, and its branches and leaves spread rapidly, covering the entire space.

The tree has an imposing presence, as if it were an irresistible force of nature.

The roots of the tree swept away everything with the force of thunder.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, wherever it went, all the objects in the house were crushed into dust.

The ancient books on the bookshelf, the paintings on the wall, the exquisite porcelain,

And all the items that once decorated the library disappeared at this moment.

Beneath the roots of this giant tree, everything is reduced to dust.

Dust filled the air.

Sunlight shone through the shattered windows in patches, forming beams of light that illuminated the flying dust particles.

Inside the library,

The space that was once full of academic atmosphere now only has traces of destruction.

The giant tree's growth did not stop.

Its branches and leaves continue to expand outward, as if looking for more space to demonstrate its strength.

The surrounding residents and passers-by were shocked by the sudden scene.

They stopped and stared at the scene in amazement.

Some people tried to get closer, but were deterred by the oppressive feeling emanating from the giant tree and did not dare to approach easily.

The air was filled with the smell of wood and paper, mixed with the scent of dust, which made people feel an inexplicable sense of tragedy.

At that moment,

In the shadow of the roof,

Two masked executors lurked quietly,

Their eyes were as sharp as a falcon and they had already caught the trace of Fengxi.

"Could that be Fengxi? His power seems to be far beyond our expectations."

"Sure enough, he concealed his true strength, and now his ambitions are obvious."

“Should we take action now?”

"No, judging from the current situation, we are no match for him.

However, we must try to rescue Mr. Huahu, and we can only find an opportunity without attracting his attention."

"Do we need to ask for support from the Guild?"

“But doing so might expose our ectoplasm fluctuations.

If he still has hidden sentience, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Understood. We will remain vigilant in the dark and wait for the right opportunity."

Two executors stood on the edge of the roof, their figures looming in the moonlight.

They exchanged information telepathically, a form of communication that only they could sense.

This silent dialogue allows them to believe that their secrets will not be known to the outside world and their plans will not be discovered by the enemy.

however,

They don't know,

Just as they were confidently planning their next move,

On the other side of the roof, a tender green seedling quietly broke through the soil under the cover of night.

Its presence is so insignificant that even the most acute senses cannot detect its presence.

The growth rate of this seedling is extraordinary.

Its roots quickly penetrate the tiles and go deep into the building in search of nutrients.

As time goes by,

The tree's branches began to twist and grow in an almost unnatural way.

Its branches stretched out, dancing in the night sky like tentacles, silently covering the entire roof.

The existence of this tree is like a silent eavesdropper, quietly observing the executor's every move.

The tree, like the embodiment of the breath of wind, quietly bides its time, ready to strike when least expected.

The two Executors continued their conversation, completely unaware that they were surrounded by this mysterious force.

Their eyes were still focused on Feng Xi.

Completely unaware, a silent storm was brewing right behind them.

This tree,

This force,

It will erupt at the most appropriate moment, bringing unprecedented shock to the executors.