69novels Chapter 867 So what's the price? What is the price?
Chapter 867 So what's the price? What is the price?
Xuecheng and Sherabi's figures slowly disappeared in the white light.
Li Shuwen sat in the shade of the tree canopy, watching the white light completely disappear.
His hands were trembling as he took his phone out of his pocket, swiped his fingertip across the screen twice, and then dialed the correct number.
"Hello, this is the Veiled Dojo. How can I help you call?"
When that voice came from the receiver, Li Shuwen stopped.
He recognized the voice, the voice he thought he would never hear again.
"Mom..." His throat moved, his voice a little tight, "It's me, Shuwen."
After a two-second silence, someone on the other end spoke with a smile:
"Shuwen? I don't understand why you call me 'Mom,' but I don't have a son named Shuwen."
"But I really want to have a son, maybe he'll be very handsome."
Li Shuwen tightened his grip on his phone.
Does Mom not remember me?
"Excuse me, is there anything else? If not, I'll go make dinner for my daughter."
Li Shuwen opened his mouth, composed himself, and said:
"Excuse me... I dialed the wrong number."
He hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, and stood there without moving.
The timeline has changed.
The mother survived, but the mother who survived doesn't remember him.
Li Shuwen jumped down from the tree and walked towards Xiaozhi and the others.
When they emerged from the forest, Ash was squatting on the ground organizing his backpack.
Looking up, he saw someone emerge from the woods, paused for a moment, and then spoke naturally:
"Sir, are you lost in the forest?"
Xiao Gang looked up and said, "If you're lost, you can come out with us."
Xiaoxia nodded in agreement: "That's right, but we need to hand this guy over to Miss Officer Jenny first."
She pointed to Bishas, who was tied to the tree trunk. He was leaning against the trunk with his mouth gagged and his eyes vacant with a hint of confusion.
Li Shuwen glanced at them; none of them recognized him.
"I heard noises coming from the forest," Li Shuwen said, "so I came to see if anyone needed help."
Ash waved his hand: "No need, we've already subdued that guy."
Li Shuwen nodded:
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
He turned around and walked back the way he came. His steps were neither fast nor slow, and he didn't look back.
Xiaoxia's hushed voice came from behind:
"This guy is really strange."
Then came Ash's voice:
"I don't know why... this guy gives me a very familiar feeling. I think I know him..."
Xiao Gang chimed in, "That can't be right. I don't remember ever seeing him before. Could he be from Zhenxin Town?"
Li Shuwen didn't stop walking, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He walked deeper into the forest, where the trees grew denser and the light grew dimmer.
He prepared to release Milton to continue his journey, reaching for his waist, only to find his fingers touching nothing but emptiness.
He looked down.
The belt is still there, but all the Poké Balls on it are gone.
Not a single one was left in the entire row!
Li Shuwen swayed slightly.
He stood still, raised his palm, and tiny white dots of light began to emerge from his fingertips.
It was as if something was being peeled away from his body, drifting away into the air bit by bit.
The true energy was fading, the perception of the aura was becoming blurred, and the feeling of fullness from the superpowers was also disappearing.
He felt himself becoming lighter, as if some invisible knife was peeling away his layers.
[Host power loss detected; system has activated defense module.]
A white light shone from beneath his skin, like a light that had been suddenly turned on, enveloping his entire body.
The scattered points of light stopped, then slowly gathered back and merged back into his body.
His true energy returned, the power of the wave guide flowed through his body again, and his superpower perception spread out once more.
Li Shuwen clenched his fist, watching his palm solidify again.
"I understand," Li Shuwen said softly, "In the new timeline, I've become that person who doesn't exist."
"If it weren't for the system, my existence would have been completely erased."
He looked down at the empty Poké Ball strap at his waist, and felt a sudden clench in his heart.
Were the Pokémon erased from the timeline, or were they sent somewhere else?
he does not know.
But all he can do now is keep moving forward.
After leaving the forest, Li Shuwen headed straight for Manjin City and bought a ticket for the next available flight to Zhuqing City.
As the plane flew above the clouds, he leaned against the window, looking at the surging sea of clouds below, and that voice kept replaying in his mind.
"I don't have a son named Shuwen."
And...Cynthia...
Upon arriving in Zhuqing City, he rented a car and drove along familiar roads towards Shenhe Town.
He parked his car by the roadside outside the misty woods and got out to stand on the curb.
Then he saw Cynthia.
She was strolling along the roadside, wearing a white coat, her long golden hair swaying gently in the afternoon sun.
She walked at a moderate pace, as if she were digesting the lunch she had just eaten.
Li Shuwen stood there, watching her walk towards him step by step, his heart beating faster.
The two people brushed past each other.
That moment was so close, so close that Li Shuwen could smell the shampoo on her hair, so close that he could see her eyelashes clearly.
She didn't stop walking; after taking three or four steps, she suddenly slowed down.
"Um..." She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt and inquiry, "What's your name?"
Li Shuwen turned around, looked at her face, and slowly curved his lips into a gentle smile.
"My name is Li Shuwen. My online name is 'The Singing and Dancing Staff-Tailed Scaled Dragon.'"
Cynthia looked at him, and when she heard his somewhat strange online name, her brow twitched slightly.
"The misty woods ahead might be dangerous; you'd better not go in."
Li Shuwen nodded: "I understand, but I have a reason why I absolutely have to go."
He turned and walked toward the woods.
Cynthia stood there, watching the red-haired youth's figure disappear into the white mist.
"What a strange person," she muttered to herself, then turned and walked toward home.
Back home, she poured herself a glass of water and sat down on the sofa.
Dr. Mustard was reading a book by the window when he saw Cynthia return. He put down his book, glanced at her, and spoke casually, as if mentioning it offhand:
"Cynthia, you're the Sinnoh Champion now, shouldn't you find someone and start thinking about your love life?"
Cynthia paused for a moment, a hint of impatience creeping into her voice:
"Grandma, I'm still so young, I don't want to get married yet."
Dr. Mustard smiled:
"It's okay if you don't get married. What kind of person do you like? You can definitely find someone like that and get to know them first."
Cynthia was about to say, "I don't like anyone."
Suddenly, some images flashed through her mind.
Fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the profile of the man sitting beside her. She leaned on his shoulder and could feel his heartbeat.
Under the moonlight, amidst a sea of flowers, she knelt on one knee, looking up at the person in front of her.
On a small boat in the middle of the lake, they nestled together, the surface of the lake reflecting fragments of the moon and stars.
The images were so clear, so clear you could almost feel their warmth.
Cynthia was stunned.
She sat there, her water glass still raised in mid-air, but her fingers were already a little stiff.
"What's going on with these images?"
Her voice was slightly unsteady, "Why did I see all this?"
She suddenly felt that the men in these images looked familiar, very much like the red-haired youth she had just encountered.