Thunder was never supposed to cause rift in the Void.
Yet on a quiet evening on Earth,
as a third-year medical student crossed a street after a long shift,
reality rippled.
A tear opened in the sky.
From within that tear, a bolt of Void Thunder—
an anomaly born when the Void itself destabilizes—
descended.
It struck him before he could even blink.
His body disintegrated.
His vision shattered.
But something survived.
His soul, weakened but intact, was flung upward, pulled into the fracture that the Thunder left behind.
He was pulled into the Void Rift.
There was no sound.
No time.
No direction.
Just drifting.
The remains of Void Thunder still crackled around him—
like tiny purple stars clinging to a transparent soul.
Void erosion touched him.
It did not burn.
It did not sting.
It erased.
His memories dimmed.
His identity flickered.
His sense of "self" began dissolving.
Instinctively, desperately, his soul absorbed the attached Void Thunder energy.
The energy fused into him, forming—
Fusion Talent — a newborn ability to merge with compatible essences
A protective veil — slowing the erosion of the Void
But these were only stopgaps.
He was still fading.
Then he saw it.
Floating silently, radiating faint cosmic light—
a massive egg-shaped object.
In the silent Void, his fading soul drifted close to the mysterious egg-shaped object.
It pulsed faintly.
Cracked, dim, incomplete— As if it had lost its destination long ago yet holding a presence far greater than anything he had sensed before.
He did not know what it was.
Not yet.
He only felt that his soul was being pulled toward it.
And his Fusion Talent, awakened from the absorption of Void Thunder,
reacted instinctively—
aligning, guiding, stabilizing.
The moment his damaged soul touched the cracked egg-shell,
a wave of instinctual information surged into him—
Fusion Initiated.
But it wasn't violent.
The Fusion Talent acted like a conductor, weaving his soul into the egg's internal essence.
As the process deepened,
a deeper truth began to reveal itself to him:
This was not just an egg.
This was an Incarnation Egg—a vessel carefully prepared by a great being.
A being he had only heard of in stories
As his soul sank deeper into the vessel,
the identity of the egg finally came to him.
Not through cosmic revelation,
but through the fusion talent linking him to its very origin.
Arceus.
The Creator of the Pokémon World.
A one of Void-born existence, older than the many universes it had shaped.
This Incarnation Egg was meant to be:
Arceus's descent vessel,
a form compatible with the Pokémon World he had created,
a way for a Void-born Creator to temporarily manifest within his own constructed reality.
But during formation, a Void turbulence struck it.
Its internal contents—the divine energies and essence—were preserved.
But its soul core shattered, leaving the egg without consciousness.
A soulless vessel.
Drifting endlessly.
Until he found it.
His soul was incomplete.
The Egg lacked a soul.
His Fusion Talent matched the egg's damaged structure perfectly.
Thus, the fusion was natural.
Inside the egg, only the internal contents dissolved:
Body Essence — From Arceus's dead body
Material Essence — From Arceus companion artifact - Plate
These essences melted into light and flowed slowly into his soul—anchored and stabilized by his Fusion Talent.
But the egg-shell did not dissolve.
It remained around him, intact, sealing and protecting him like a cosmic womb.
Wrapped in the shell, carried by the Void's current,
he fell through a new rift—
toward a world of qi, beasts, and cultivation:
The Doupo World.