* “This video is purely hypothetical.
There is currently insufficient evidence to support it.” Once again, he started by stacking armor, his defenses maxed out.
But Cynthia could faintly sense something different in Shui Ye’s wording compared to his previous videos.
His previous opening lines had always been a cookie-cutter “This video has been artistically adapted.
Any similarities are purely coincidental.” But this time, “insufficient evidence to support it” implied that relevant evidence might actually be discovered in the future?
Did this guy Shui Ye genuinely believe this theory could hold water?
After the disclaimer, the screen plunged into darkness.
“In Year 172 of the League Calendar, a twenty-year-old Samuel Oak first proposed the concept of types in the journal *Celadon*, advocating for the classification of Pokemon by type.” “This great discovery, household knowledge to everyone today, is considered the beginning of modern Pokemon studies.” “But have you ever wondered: what is the origin of types?” “Or to go even deeper, where did all things originate?” The male voice in the video was crisp and gentle, and Cynthia quickly found herself immersed in his questions.
To be frank, this question was not unfamiliar.
It was almost equivalent to the ultimate question humans asked after realizing the vastness of the starry sky—*What is the meaning of the universe?* “Clearly, no one can give a precise answer.” “But perhaps, the existence of this Legendary Pokemon can offer you some inspiration.” A flash of light pierced the dark screen, revealing a statue of a Pokemon that looked part sheep, part horse, yet possessed a sacred and awe-inspiring presence.
“Arceus.
A Legendary Pokemon revered as ‘The Great One’ and worshiped for generations by the people of Sinnoh, yet its mysterious veil has never been lifted.” “Of course, I prefer to call it the Creator of All Things.” A grand epic of creation unfolded.
“…” “The Earth Plate rises high, forming the planet’s spine.” “The Zap Plate bursts forth with primordial lightning.” “The Insect Plate vibrates with the code of life.” “…” The wheel around Arceus split into eighteen elemental plates, their energy nurturing everything in this universe.
This included Pokemon, who possessed extraordinary power and were divided into eighteen types.
Subsequently, Arceus created Dialga and Palkia to govern time and space respectively.
To balance the instability that arose after the creation of all things, Giratina, the deity ruling over antimatter, appeared in turn.
Unfamiliar concepts emerged one after another in the video.
By the time Giratina appeared in the video, Cynthia was already shocked beyond words.
At this point, she didn’t care if this was just Shui Ye’s fabrication; she was completely immersed in this creation myth, which carried a breathtaking sense of epic grandeur.
Then, a conflict broke out between the two dragon gods, Dialga and Palkia.
The energy overflowing from their clash catalyzed the birth of Heatran.
The violent-tempered Giratina began to rebel.
Arceus brought down the Spear Pillar to quell the conflict…
The Era of Creation transitioned into the Era of Chaos through the births and interactions of these powerful Legendary Pokemon.
The narrative’s brilliance only grew.
But just as Cynthia was eagerly anticipating even more thrilling developments, the video abruptly stopped.
It transitioned directly into the final advertisement phase.
“Recently, I caught a new Pokemon and equipped it with the latest seventh-generation Hoenn Luxury Ball developed by the Devon Corporation.
What did I do with my old Poké Ball?
I listed it on the Magikarp Platform.
I didn’t expect a regular red-and-white ball to sell for over a hundred!
The Magikarp Platform has professionals accompanied by Psychic-type Pokemon who will come to your door for trade-ins.
To buy or sell secondhand Pokemon items, the Magikarp Platform is the way to go—” Cynthia: “…” *Shui Ye, could you be any more shameless?!* *Could you at least finish explaining what happened to the Gods of Time and Space before ending?!* For the first time in her life, Cynthia felt a sudden urge to have her Garchomp drop two Draco Meteors right through the internet cable at the person on the other end.
“Still not sleeping, little Cynthia?” A familiar, aged voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Startled, Cynthia turned around and said with a mix of complaint and affection, “Grandmother, why did you come in without knocking?” There was only one person who could bypass Cynthia’s champion-level Pokemon and walk right up behind her without being stopped.
The current director of the Celestic Town Historical Research Institute, Cynthia’s grandmother, and her guide on the path of mythology studies—Dr.
Carolina.
The usually cool-tempered historian, who only ever smiled for her granddaughter, feigned annoyance.
“I knocked for three whole minutes, you just didn’t hear me.
If you don’t believe me, ask Glaceon.” Glaceon, who had walked in with Dr.
Carolina, nodded coolly without showing any bias toward its trainer.
“Even if you’re home on vacation, you shouldn’t stay up so late.” Dr.
Carolina set down a glass of milk and teased, “What?
Are the duties of the Sinnoh Champion so piled up that you can’t even finish them by nightfall?” Cynthia shook her head and passed her phone to her grandmother like she was recommending a hidden gem.
“No, Grandmother.
Look at this.” Dr.
Carolina, who was slightly far-sighted, squinted at the subtitles on the screen and read aloud, “‘Arceus: Genesis’…
Interesting.” Cynthia’s eyes lit up, and she asked, “Have you heard of this hypothesis before?” Dr.
Carolina was the absolute authority in the field of Sinnoh history.
It was safe to say that no one understood Sinnoh mythology better than she did.
Instead of answering directly, Dr.
Carolina began watching the video.
Cynthia, who was already planning to rewatch it, naturally joined her.
Another half hour passed.
The grandmother and granddaughter snapped out of their immersed states, looking at each other in silent awe.
After a long silence, Dr.
Carolina finally spoke.
“A very interesting video.
A very imaginative hypothesis.” Cynthia was inwardly shaken.
For her grandmother, who rarely handed out praise, this was already an incredibly high evaluation and compliment.
She asked, “Do you think this could be historical fact?” Dr.
Carolina shook her head.
“While the logic is self-consistent, I cannot make a judgment.” *Even Pastafarianism is self-consistent, but does that make it a fact?* Even academic hypotheses, which are proposed first and proven later, cannot be established lightly, let alone a far more rigorous historical theory.
She paused, pondering for a moment before adding, “Of course, we cannot dismiss it out of hand either.
It’s just that some things in there remind me of a story my grandmother used to tell me when I was little.” Cynthia asked curiously, “What story?” Dr.
Carolina murmured, “That which spans past and present is called Space, and the six directions of the universe are called Time…” She then shook her head and sighed helplessly.
“I’m old; I can’t remember the rest.
I only recall it was a story about space-time rifts and Arceus.
My grandmother said her great-grandmother had read it in the Canalave Library when she was a child.” Cynthia nodded thoughtfully.
Her grandmother’s grandmother’s great-grandmother…
That had to be over two hundred years ago.
No wonder it was barely passed down.
But…
the Canalave Library?
Cynthia fell into deep thought.
She still had a month left of her vacation.
Perhaps it was time to find something to do.