dmims Chapter 303, Section 302: You think this is a Pokémon?
Chapter 303, Section 302: You think this is a Pokémon?
Chapter 303, Section 302: You think this is a Pokémon?
The wind howled furiously.
It was as if the whole world was roaring.
The rain swept across like a knife.
A dense, impenetrable net is woven in the air, and in this chaos, a raven flies against the wind, its black feathers fluttering in the storm.
"This doesn't look like the weather at all."
Ian's wings were pressed tightly against his body to minimize wind resistance, and his sharp eyes locked onto a direction in the dim light. His claws were tightly clenched, and every feather was taut and straight.
It weaves through the gale in the most streamlined form.
Anyone who has studied aerodynamics knows how to fly the fastest. Magic and science can sometimes complement each other. Ian's jet-black wings sliced through the rolling thunderclouds. Violent air currents pounded against him, trying to overturn him, but his form remained steady, like an arrow released from a bow.
Break through layers of obstacles.
"This storm is more like a barrier, as if isolating things in the center from things outside. Perhaps it could be considered the earliest form of protective magic?"
Ian, in his raven form, continued to traverse the raging storm.
He did indeed sense the presence of magic.
But it was different from the magic he knew.
It can continuously control nature.
I just don't know what the energy source of this magic is.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Thunderclaps kept breaking the silence.
The blazing white light illuminated the entire sky, almost exploding right above Ian's head.
The sky seemed to have been ripped open with a gaping wound; the purplish-black thunderstorm clouds resembled a boiling, raging sea, and lightning danced wildly among them like silver serpents, each explosion illuminating the entire sky in a ghastly white light. A howling wind, carrying torrential rain and hail, lashed against the feathers of ravens with a crackling sound.
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck, and a purple light ripped through the darkness, exploding almost right beside him.
"What kind of weather is this? It's even more irritating than the traffic jams!" Ian thought to himself, then flapped his wings to dodge a bolt of lightning that struck vertically.
An electric current brushed against the wings.
It brings a tingling, pleasurable sensation.
The air currents inside the storm were chaotic; one moment it was an upward hurricane, the next it could turn into a downward cyclone. Ian had to find his balance in the raging air currents like he was doing an extreme sport. His feathers were soaked through, and every flap of his wings sent up countless sprays of water.
The wind grew increasingly violent, and the swirling air currents, like invisible claws, tried to tear him from the sky. However, Ian remained as steady as a rock as he navigated the storm.
"This storm... is larger than expected."
He whispered to himself, his voice torn apart by the gale, becoming a meaningless echo. Ian could sense the heart of the storm still ahead, but a thick wall of clouds obscured everything.
It seemed to be the end of the world, or perhaps another realm. Suddenly, the clouds ahead churned violently, and a massive black shadow appeared and disappeared amidst the lightning.
"Wait. What's that?"
Dark clouds surged.
An unusual aura swept through Ian's senses.
That wasn't ordinary wind, nor was it the energy fluctuation of lightning—it was life, some kind of creature different from what Ian knew, lurking between this raging world.
As Ian was traversing the storm, suddenly, a creature resembling a long worm appeared before him, moving nimbly through the air and shimmering with iridescent colors.
It appears to be composed of pure airflow and light energy.
"Holy crap, are there really atmospheric creatures?"
Ian was stunned.
He stared at the figure that appeared ahead.
The long worm was hundreds of meters long. With each twist, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted, forming small whirlwinds.
It tore through the sky like the claws of a giant beast. The howling wind swept across the heavens and earth, the raindrops fell like blades, and the thunder roared in our ears, as if it wanted to crush the whole world.
"An atmospheric creature confirmed!" Ian was shocked, then felt a surge of excitement. He had never seen such a peculiar creature before, and his curiosity compelled him to flap his wings and fly closer.
Therefore.
The worm seemed to sense his presence as well, and immediately turned around, letting out a sharp screech, as if it felt its authority had been challenged by Ian.
Just a little bird.
How dare you challenge such a massive magical creature?
"roar!"
The serpent let out a deafening roar, the sound waves rippling through the air. It lashed its tail, sending a high-pressure jet of air whipping towards Ian.
"So aggressive? I've always been so gentle since I was a child..."
Ian quickly adjusted his stance, preparing to fight. Since acquiring the Animagus form, close combat was no longer a weakness for Ian.
The invincible raven.
Its body is incredibly powerful.
It also possesses the characteristic of absolute magic immunity.
If this were given to the Department of Magic for classification, it's hard to say how many "X"s it would receive. That's why Ian remained remarkably calm and composed in the face of the worm's sudden attack.
"roar."
The worm had probably never seen a creature like Ian before; after all, in such a terrifying storm, it was unlikely that a second bird could fly in and witness it.
The sheer force of its flight was enough to overwhelm even the hybrid dragons of later generations; even the most iron-fleshed dragons would have fallen before such a natural force.
Even hybrid dragons are like this.
Not to mention most birds, apart from the phoenix, no bird on earth can withstand the pressure here. Ian is an exception that has existed for countless years.
All I saw was...
The serpent lunged at Ian with astonishing speed, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind that sent chills down one's spine.
"A trivial skill."
Undeterred, Ian flapped his wings and used the wind to ascend, dodging the worm's first attack. He observed his opponent's movements and discovered that although the creature was agile, it needed a certain amount of momentum to turn in the air. Seizing the opportunity, he swooped down and rammed into the worm with all his might.
"Boom!" The collision between the two generated a huge shockwave. Ian felt a strong impact, but he was not injured. Instead, the serpent was knocked away and tumbled, letting out an angry hiss. However, it was also somewhat stubborn and quickly adjusted its posture, launching another attack on Ian.
"Can't we all communicate harmoniously?" Ian attempted to search the soul of this magical creature, only to discover that it seemed to have no language system at all.
It was as if there were no groups to communicate with—such a bizarre situation made Ian's mind wander. Such a species could not possibly have come from nature.
after all.
The theory of evolution also applies to magical creatures. As long as there is reproduction of a species, there must be a "language" for communication between individuals in the species.
It's not just people.
Almost all animals, even insects, have their own "language system," the only difference being how developed or mature this language system is.
The long worm has no language system in its mind.
Even when Ian tried to communicate with the other person, the other person did not respond.
visible.
The intelligence level of the long worm is probably not high—it is probably not a creature that evolved naturally, but rather something created by some higher organism through bio-alchemy.
"Titan".
Ian thought of what Zeus and the others had mentioned before: the immortal Titans banished one of their kind who made the raven prophecy, and perhaps this banished Titan returned to the Titans' homeland.
A very reasonable speculation.
Whether this speculation can be verified remains to be seen until Ian finds the Titans' former territory. Right now, he needs to teach this clueless "atmospheric being" a lesson.
Thinking this way.
Ian stopped playing defensively and started taking the initiative.
Using his agile flying skills, he circled the worm, searching for an opening. Whenever the worm tried to get close, he would quickly dodge and counterattack at the opportune moment.
This was clearly just a joke.
Ian didn't really want to kill such a magical creature. He was Newt's favorite student, the expert on magical creatures, so naturally he had an innate fondness for them.
Although the other party launched an attack immediately, Ian had indeed trespassed into their territory, and he still respected the survival instincts and habits of magical creatures.
of course.
This did not stop Ian from using the battle to satisfy his curiosity and see what was so special about this magical creature that resembled an atmospheric being.
Therefore.
Ian adopted a hit-and-run tactic, not using his full strength to crash into the enemy—the fight was just a game for Ian, whose body drew graceful arcs in the air.
It's as if we're dancing with the storm.
Each of his attacks was incredibly precise and powerful, forcing the worm to retreat continuously. Although the worm struggled desperately to fight back, Ian's speed and strength completely overwhelmed it.
The serpent let out a deep roar that pierced the storm, seemingly shaking the heavens and earth. Its body twisted violently, instantly disrupting the surrounding airflow and forming a ring of wind that forced Ian back several meters. Then, golden patterns, like ancient runes, appeared on its back, flickering in the air.
"Hmm? This thing... looks a bit like Rayquaza's move?"
Ian squinted.
He was extremely surprised.
The next second, the serpent suddenly opened its mouth, and a blazing white beam of lightning shot out, heading straight for Ian! The lightning bolt was as thick as a tree trunk, tearing through the clouds, and the air was filled with a scorching atmosphere.
"Good! Magic?" Ian shouted, his wings suddenly unfurling as he charged towards the lightning. He didn't dodge, but instead crashed directly into the pillar of light!
"boom!!"
A thunderclap shattered the silence, illuminating the entire sky, but when the light faded, Ian remained suspended steadily in mid-air, his black feathers without a single scorch mark.
Absolute magic immunity remains as valuable as ever.
"this one?"
Ian smiled slightly.
A disdainful smile appeared on the bird's face.
Vivid and expressive.
"Roar~~"
The worm was clearly also shocked by this scene.
But it quickly regained its composure, a glint of fighting spirit flashing in its eyes. Its body suddenly lengthened, coiling in the air like a giant dragon, its speed increasing abruptly, transforming into a blur as it pounced towards Ian! Ian neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met it head-on. The two collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening crash.
"Click-clack~"
The serpent's fangs clashed with Ian's claws. Although one was larger than the other, sparks flew and a powerful shockwave erupted in the air, tearing apart the surrounding dark clouds.
"Not bad, comparable to a pure-blooded dragon." Ian swayed and easily got rid of the worm's entanglement. Then he suddenly flapped his wings, creating a gust of wind that slammed into the worm's side!
"Bang!"
The snake was sent tumbling by the heavy blow.
But it quickly regained its balance, its eyes becoming even sharper. Suddenly, a bluish-purple light flashed from its tail, which swept out like a whip.
With a whooshing sound, they headed straight for Ian.
"Alright, I've had enough fun. Now I'm only curious about the person who created you." Ian dodged the worm's further attack and kicked the worm hard with his little black foot.
He was so small.
It bursts forth with immense power.
The attack struck its target without any doubt, and the serpent's body was cleaved and plummeted vertically from the sky, crashing heavily into the storm clouds below and creating towering waves.
The storm continues.
The worm, with its limited intelligence, seemed to finally realize that it had encountered a tough opponent. After disappearing into the storm, it took the opportunity to escape. Ian did not pursue it but continued on his way.
He didn't waste any time.
After the worm escaped.
Immediately spread its wings and rush towards the thick storm barrier ahead.
The wind continued to howl.
Finally, after a violent impact, Ian burst out of the storm's edge. In an instant, all the noise was left behind, replaced by warm sunlight shining on his wings. He looked up at the azure sky, a feeling of indescribable exhilaration welling up inside him.
The storm had passed, and Ian saw a peaceful island.
Who would have thought?
The heart of the storm was indeed a world protected within its epicenter, isolated from the rest of the world. An unbelievably peaceful sky hung in the air, and sunlight streamed gently down.
On the island.
Golden dappled sunlight danced among the verdant treetops. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and seawater, and several colorful birds circled and chirped around him.
Like an envoy welcoming Ian's arrival.
Ian landed slowly in the center of a small island floating above a sea of clouds, his feathers fluttering as he prepared to transform back into human form. However, just as he folded his wings...
All I saw was...
A stone sphere hurtled through the air, hurtling towards his head! Ian instinctively scattered, and the stone sphere landed to the side, rolled a few times on the grass, and then fell silent.
"..."
Ian looked in the direction where the stone ball had been thrown.
Followed by.
A childish voice, tinged with frustration, came from behind the trees.
"Huh? Why isn't it working? Wasn't this supposed to be the way to catch magical creatures?"
A child of about ten years old ran out of the woods, his face full of confusion and resentment. The child was wearing a strange linen robe and was holding several similar round stones in his hand.
It resembles some kind of ancient hunting tool.
"Do you really think you're playing Pokémon?"
Ian transformed into human form.
He was dumbfounded.
The child was also confused.
(End of this chapter)