Why could Wanderer be so confident as to talk tough to Luo Mu, who had just subdued the Time-Space Duo?
There was only one answer.
Not to mention that when the Time-Space Duo fought, the imbalance of time and space would cause poisonous fog to arise throughout the Reversal World, blurring the scenes of the real world reflected upon its inverted waters.
Moreover, from the moment Luo Mu ascended Sinnoh Temple, Wanderer had already voluntarily left the Reversal World, intending to climb up from the foothills of Mt. Coronet alone.
Taking that staircase, planning his entrance, and then summoning Giratina to show off all came at a price.
Wanderer could fully accept that.
So, in Wanderer's view, even with the Red Chain restraining the God of Time and the God of Space—
Luo Mu, the mysterious Pokémon beside him with its immense vitality, and all those Pokémon capable of subduing the rampaging kings must have paid no small price to calm them down and send them back to their respective spaces.
They had probably consumed quite a bit of the slate's power as well.
Under such circumstances, he and Giratina, the fishermen waiting to reap the benefits, would barely need to exert themselves to become the winners who took it all.
All he had to do next was borrow the Fairy Plate from that fellow clansman he knew, combine it with the plates he had collected, and open a passage leading to "heaven."
Still, Wanderer was no demon.
He did not actually bear Luo Mu any ill will. On the contrary, he found the man rather interesting.
Even if he won, Wanderer would not do anything to him.
Well, at least he would not personally do anything.
But once he made Arceus submit to him and recreated a better new