Pokémon Evolution

Walking into the entrance of the ruins, the light was getting darker and darker. Kirito put a searchlight on his head and slowly moved forward while holding on to the wall of the ruins.

"Dr. Aeon!"

"Mu Ce! Mina!"

"Eita! Where are you?"

The deep ruins corridor was silent except for Kirito's voice and echoes. The sound of shoes hitting the ground, the sound of clothes scraping against the wall, the sound of gravel rolling under feet, even the sound of Kirito's own heartbeat and breathing. It's so clearly audible.

But after a long time, he couldn't hear any answer from the archaeological team.

Kirito stopped in front of three forked roads, not knowing which direction to look for.He wanted to find some clues on the ground, but unfortunately there were no footprints.

Kirito touched his chin, pondered for a moment and said to himself: "This ruins is full of weirdness! If the archaeological team were inside the ruins, they would have left footprints, but if not, where would the distress signal come from?"

"Now I can only blindly choose one path and continue walking in to take a look." After Kirito took out his left foot, he paused, and the foot that was supposed to enter the left fork in the road decisively moved towards the middle fork in the road.

Not long after Kirito walked in, the footprints left on the ground were wiped away by the unknown breeze without a trace.

Kirito took two steps against the wall and knocked twice on the wall. No matter how desperate he was to save someone, he had to stay alive.

These ruins usually have various traps. What Kirito fears most is hidden arrows shot from the walls or feet. If he is not careful, he will be shot into a sieve. With his skills, there is no possibility of avoiding them.

Suddenly, the sound of Kirito tapping on the wall changed from a solid sound to a hollow drum sound, and Kirito immediately stopped in alarm.After pushing the wall twice to make sure it was not a wall-type flip-up door, Kirito threw an empty Poké Ball forward in his backpack and quickly took two steps back.

"Grumbling..."

The elf ball rolled forward, and suddenly at a certain moment, the walls on both sides made a sound, and hundreds of sharp arrows shot the elf ball and its surroundings into a thicket of arrows.

A trace of cold sweat fell from Kirito's forehead. He took out another Poké Ball and threw it forward. After another series of machine sounds, the second Poké Ball was also shot by a group of sharp arrows. One of the arrows pierced the Poké Ball and flickered. After two weak electric flashes, the second Poké Ball was successfully destroyed.

"Damn it! Fortunately, I used to watch the protagonists in TV dramas who were shot by hidden arrows when breaking into various secret rooms, so I became vigilant. Although I can't walk through them gracefully, I can survive at least." Kirito let out a long sigh. .

Although it was painful and two Poké Balls were scrapped in less than a minute, it was nothing compared to his life.

Kirito took out a poke ball again, "I don't believe you didn't finish shooting the bow and arrow."

The third time there were still arrows shot out of the wall, until the No. 16 Poké Ball was thrown out and the sound of the wall machine was heard, no more arrows were shot out from the wall.

"It seems we are out of arrows."

Kirito walked over and picked up the Poké Ball, and couldn't bear to look at the discarded Poké Balls in the arrow bush.That's all money!

The Poké Ball returned to Kirito's hand and was immediately thrown forward.

After falling to the ground, the square floor nearly two meters wide in that area collapsed.The sound of the machine gun still didn't stop, and there was a rumble from behind. From far above, a ball that could crush everything fell to the ground, and gradually accelerated faster and faster under a certain acceleration, rushing from behind.

Kirito quickly took out another Poké Ball and threw it out. Without any time to think, he followed the thrown Poké Ball forward and jumped over the two-meter-long trap.

After the Poké Ball thrown in advance hit the ground, sharp knives stabbed upward from the ground in front of him. Kirito's pupils shrank suddenly as he was about to land.

Adjust the foothold in time. When the front half of the foot is on the ground, less than a centimeter in front of it is a sharp-edged trap. The back half of the foot is on the edge of the trap without a fulcrum.

How big are the feet of a ten-year-old child?It can only accommodate half a foot, and you can see how compactly the two traps are arranged.

At this time, Kirito already knew that at least the archaeological team was not taking this path, but at this moment, he had no way to turn back. The huge ball behind him was rolling closer and closer, and he would be crushed to death sooner or later.

The moment Kirito's feet touched the ground, he jumped forward again, jumped over the knife trap, and rolled to the side close to the wall.He could only pray that when the stone ball behind him ran over him, he could barely survive in the gap formed by the ball, the wall and the ground.

The huge stone ball was getting closer and closer, and Kirito could only close his eyes and pray to God for mercy.

The huge stone ball got stuck in the trap with a "Boom!" sound. It should have fallen down unexpectedly by Kirito, but instead, under the blessing of inertia, it hit the edge of the trap and bounced upward. After rising half a meter, it hit the ground with a "bang!" and slowly ran over the sharp knife trap.

Those sharp knives couldn't withstand the huge crushing force, and they flew around one by one.

The huge stone ball also slowly stopped at the sharp knife trap where it was completely offset.

After a long time, Kirito slowly opened his eyes and felt liquid dripping from his chin.

The back of his hand involuntarily wiped away what appeared to be bright red blood.One of the fragments of the sharp knife that flew away just now cut his cheek. Fortunately, it was just a skin injury.

Kirito stood up slowly, feeling tingling all over his body.There were many scratches all over his body, and a few sharp knife fragments were pierced into his flesh.

"Hiss~" Kirito pulled out a few sharp knife fragments from his body and took a long breath.

"Fortunately, I wrapped my body with Qi and resisted most of the damage."

Kirito staggered a few steps forward, looked behind him, and said with a wry smile: "The way back is completely blocked. It seems that we can only continue walking deeper into the ruins and look for other exits."

"Dr. Mangu, you really hurt me." Kirito took out some remaining good wound medicine from his backpack and sprayed it on the wound. "I don't know if the wound medicine used by this Pokémon can be used by humans? I don't care about that much. In an emergency, it is better than losing too much blood."

He looked at his school bag. Except for the five Poke Balls that Kirito had already conquered Pokémon in, the Master Ball that his mother got from the Poke School, and the Master Ball that Itaki gave him, there were only ten Poke Balls left out of the original thirty. Three.

The corner of his eye fell on the unknown stone ball in his backpack. Kirito cursed secretly. If the broken stone hadn't been too heavy, he would usually carry more than fifty Poké Balls in his backpack.

MD!I'll sell this piece of stone for money when I get back!

Kirito limped forward. Just after taking a few steps, the ground he stepped on with his right foot sank a centimeter, and the sounds of machinery all around him came to mind again.

"Isn't it?! Are you still here??" Kirito's wailing sound echoed through the ruins passage.