In a world that existed in a different spatial dimension from reality, a world inverted like a mirror.
Floating islands completely defied the laws of gravity, hovering in midair without any force supporting them.
This place was filled with disorder and chaos, deathly silence and desolation.
This was a realm where, once life fell into it, the laws here would continuously wear away its vitality. Even after leaving, that loss of vitality would not stop until death finally came.
—Or at least, it was supposed to be.
But when Su Hao set foot on solid ground in the Reverse World, he froze.
This floating island was roughly the size of two football fields. It should have been vast enough to give people an inexplicable sense of emptiness.
Yet Su Hao stood there blankly, blinking in confusion.
Deathly silence? Desolation?
The scene before him was completely different from the Reverse World he knew.
As far as the eye could see, there was no empty, gloomy void as he had expected, but an extraordinarily lively sight beyond description.
Countless floating islands of varying sizes still hung in the air, but every single one was packed with people.
More precisely, they were packed with densely clustered humans and Pokémon of all shapes and sizes.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, their shifting heads covering nearly every inch of ground one could stand on. Their noisy chatter blended together into a constant buzzing backdrop.
Bridges that were obviously man-made had also been erected between the floating islands, and they too were crowded with moving figures.
To put it aptly, it felt like all those people who insisted on spending money and suffering through holiday crowds just to join in the fun had been crammed into the Reverse World.
The most conspicuous sight was the structure