Unova Region, Striaton City, Dream Research Institute.
"Physiological readings recorded."
"Mental activity graph complete."
"Converting and importing dream data... 10%... 30%... 90%... Import failed. Reconstructing..."
Beedrill remained in an isolation chamber filled with pink mist, still suppressing its "nightmare form."
The square chamber was built using special sensory equipment, with floor-to-ceiling windows made of a special material harder than tempered glass.
Outside stood a group of researchers in white lab coats, their expressions grave.
Machines crowded the room, with Musharna, a dream Pokémon, serving as the power source. Among the complex data curves, the most mysterious and incomprehensible display was the spiraling tree of life on the large screen.
This was Beedrill's current genetic code, and the person deciphering it was Professor Fennel, a woman with waist-length, deep-blue hair and a mysterious air.
She stared at the constantly shifting genetic code, utterly absorbed in her work.
After a long while, she raised a hand. "Musharna, thank you for your hard work. You can stop now."
"Munna..."
The Musharna beside her gave an exhausted cry, then vanished into thin air, slipping into a dream to recover its strength.
Fennel watched the large screen dim. "How are the mental and physiological readings?"
"Professor, they've stabilized."
A male researcher looked at the data in his hands, barely able to contain his excitement. "Professor, how on earth did Scholar Yingyue raise a Beedrill like this? It's incredible. He really is a genius among scholars..."
"Dreams can actually shift between reality and illusion. The power within this Beedrill is unbelievable."
"If this research succeeds, we could use it to build an entirely new, self-sufficient metropolis!"
"So it was as we thought..."
Fennel paid no attention to the latter half of his remarks. She watched Beedrill continuously absorb and convert the pink mist.
After repeated