"Let's not talk about that for now." Professor Oak coughed lightly as he looked over Rotom's analysis report on Ye Lan's body's energy data. His brows furrowed deeply, and in the end, he let out a helpless sigh.
"What's wrong, Professor Oak? Is there something wrong with my body?" Ye Lan raised a brow and asked.
He knew his own situation best. The origins of his ability were far too complicated—so complicated that even if he explained every last detail to the well-informed Professor Oak, the man probably would not believe him.
"It's not that there's anything wrong with your body. It's just that, based on the data observed from you, it indeed isn't Viridian Force, whose composition and traits lean more toward healing."
"Its traits lean more toward activation."
"Activation?" Ye Lan froze. This was the first time he had heard such a description.
"That's right—activation. It greatly activates Grass-type energy. Not only that, I just conducted a genetic test on a scale Serperior shed during the battle. Your ability seems to have an even more unique effect on your Serperior."
"I also compared its genetic sequence with those of other Serperior in the database and found that they reacted much more weakly to your ability. In other words, you and your Serperior are both one of a kind to each other. From the moment your ability awakened, the two of you became incomparable best partners!"
"Best partners..." Ye Lan's heart trembled. At the same time, Serperior's Poké Ball at his waist shook violently, as though it were responding to him.
"We can discuss that later. The reason I sighed just now was that, judging by the nature of your ability, I'm afraid you won't be able to help that little fellow." Regret showed on Professor Oak's face as