aircannonsinc Chapter 500 Using Bronze as a Mirror
Chapter 500 Using Bronze as a Mirror
Chapter 502 Using Bronze as a Mirror
In the legends of the Unova region, the three cloud gods, led by Landorus, possess a different appearance that is completely different from their incarnations.
That was their original form before humans became the masters of the Earth.
At that time, there were no cities, no gyms, and no contracts between trainers and Poké Balls on the land. There was only wind and rain.
Thunder, lightning, and the boundless wilderness and ocean.
The power of nature endowed "clouds" with their most primitive form: tornadoes soar like birds, drawing unpredictable trajectories between heaven and earth; lightning leaps like dragons and snakes, accumulating destructive energy deep within the dark clouds; and sandstorms roar like tigers in the mountains, carrying the earth's weight and violence, sweeping away everything in their path.
That was the pure, untamed power of nature.
But then, humans appeared.
They looked up at the sky, revering the ever-changing winds and clouds, and prayed, offered sacrifices, and sang praises day after day.
They personified those indescribable natural phenomena as deities, giving them names and images, carving their likenesses in temples, and recording their deeds in scriptures.
Turn "them" into "them".
Words are more powerful than swords, and speech possesses power. When whispered prayers are heard for a thousand years, even the most lofty legends cannot remain unmoved.
It is unknown when it began, but these natural forces have softened their edge, transforming their beast-like bodies into solemn statues, and their originally violent and unpredictable nature has gradually become relatively gentle and stable.
Occasionally, there are even local reports that these legendary Pokémon, which appear and disappear without a trace, will actually appear on their own initiative in times of crisis in the city, helping humans and the Pokémon in the city overcome difficulties.
However, have those suppressed powers truly vanished without a trace?
Or, if those primal, bestial forms represent the "truth" of the Three Cloud Gods, then is their current "ideal" posture, worshipped by humans, merely a forced suppression of their dark and violent aspects?
Was it sealed away, or even condensed, into something even more terrifying?
Joggs lowered his head and glanced at the antique mirror in his hand.
Since obtaining this item, he has gathered a team in the plasma cluster to study it. However, how this "revealing mirror" should trigger the original power of the land clouds remains unknown.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that the mirror itself does not contain any special energy.
It doesn't contain a part of the soul of a legendary Pokémon, like in horror stories, nor does it have a transformation device like in tokusatsu shows, which can change the form of a Pokémon with a flash of light.
When the research stalled, some researchers even privately asked Joggs if he had found a fake product that had no function at all.
The possibility of such danger certainly exists.
The premise is—that is, if the land cloud were not by the sage's side to help him confirm it.
This is undoubtedly an item that can change the form of the Cloud God.
Whether it's the stories passed down through generations around Mountain Road Town or the sacrificial records in the Shrine of Abundance that have not been lost, they all record roughly the same story: a priest once used this mirror to quell the anger of the Cloud God; a trainer in the early days of the League also brought his Cloud God into the shrine, and after using this mirror, the latter's appearance changed visibly.
So here's the question—how could a mirror with no special power cause a legendary Pokémon to change its form?
Originally, Jogos had almost given up on this attempt. Until the scholar now referred to as having "personal interest"—Akromah—returned to the Order.
"Can't find the source of the deformation energy? That's easy."
The scientist, a true madman even within the Plasma Cluster, was fiddling with his newly developed equipment while brazenly occupying the lab space, directing a group of strangely behaving rock-dwelling crabs to move something around. He spoke to Joggs, who had been pushed aside, with an air of self-righteousness that said, "Isn't this obvious?"
"Just think about the fundamental principle behind the act of 'looking in the mirror.'"
"Looking in the mirror?"
The historian lowered his head and saw only his own slightly blurred reflection in the mirror.
"This is just the most basic knowledge of optics."
Akromma merely glanced at the revealing mirror in Joggs' hand, then adjusted her glasses and continued to observe the almost mechanical movements of the Rock Palace Crabs.
Compared to the land cloud, this guy was clearly more interested in the "project" Vio was carrying out. The device he was currently debugging also seemed to be specifically prepared for that operation.
However, despite showing little interest in land clouds, Akromma still offered his advice from a scientist's perspective.
"Although most mirrors today are made of silver-plated glass, in the era when the ancient prop in your hand was created, such technology probably wasn't needed."
"According to the spectrometer analysis, the mirror is made of polished bronze," Joggs answered truthfully, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what the other person was trying to say.
"No matter what material it is, the most important quality for a mirror is that it must be smooth enough." Akroma tapped his glasses frame with his knuckles. "Only a smooth surface can allow light to be reflected accurately and clearly."
"Is this the basic principle of light reflection you're talking about?"
"Introductory-level physics knowledge, isn't it?" The scholar shrugged dismissively.
"On those isolated islands, primitive people who have never seen the world sometimes marvel at their reflection in the mirror, feeling as if their souls are being sucked in. But in the end, what is in the mirror is just an illusion. The mirror itself does not emit light—on the contrary, light is emitted from the object itself, faithfully reflected by the mirror, and then collected again by the viewer's eyes, creating an illusion of the person in the mirror in the mind of the person in front of the mirror."
"In other words—" Joggs felt he had vaguely grasped something, "The changes in the form of the Land Clouds are not essentially due to the Revealing Mirror, but rather because of..."
"The key is the light." Akromar suddenly revealed a triumphant expression. He stood up and snapped on the switch of the machine he had just adjusted.
In an instant, the dozen or so rock-dwelling crabs that had been moving at different times suddenly stood up and turned around in unison, their movements so synchronized that it was as if they were being pulled by the same invisible thread.
The mad scientist turned to the historian.
"Like these Crabtree-Dweller Pokémon I control with the Acroma Device—these Pokémon inherently possess the ability to spin." However, to stimulate them to act in unison requires some kind of strong external stimulus. For this device, that stimulus is a specific frequency of radio waves—it can compile my commands into appropriate electrical signals in real time, exerting control over the manipulated objects."
"For the revealer, the stimulus must be some kind of light that is meaningful enough to the land clouds. What I need to do is find that light source."
"It might not be all light from beginning to end." At this final step, Akromma surprisingly denied his own claim.
"Just like when I designed the Acromion device, in addition to brainwave control, I also prepared multiple methods such as voice input, manual control, and remote control, just in case. If I were the ancient person who made this mirror, I would at least add a function to this thing, such as collecting external energy and converting it into light. After all, the ancients could not mass-produce reflectors to utilize solar energy, and it would be extremely difficult to generate a light strong enough to shake a legendary Pokémon."
"But if that's the case, then the limitations of ancient technology—simple external energy harvesting—would also fall into the same predicament. Wait a minute."
At this point, Jogos abruptly stopped speaking.
An ancient building, slumbering on the seabed, suddenly came to mind.