68: Chapter 68 Amber Unsealed, Bone Dragon Enters the Furnace

Silph Co. Building, eighty floors underground.

This place was hidden at the deepest level of the entire building. When the elevator doors opened, a blast of cold air rushed out, and the lights on both sides of the corridor flickered on one by one, illuminating the silvery-white walls and heavy iron doors.

Lynn pressed the chairman's private seal onto the sensor pad.

The gate rotated, emitting a dull, grinding sound.

Behind the door was a massive vault.

Inside the glass cases were ancient pottery, meteorite fragments, and treasures left behind by royal families from various regions. Any one of them, if placed at an auction, would be enough to make wealthy tycoons fight tooth and nail over it.

Lynn didn't even pause.

What he was looking for was in the innermost part.

A piece of golden amber, half a person's height, stood quietly on a display stand.

Sealed inside the amber was an ancient Pokémon embryo. It was curled up, with sharp wing bones, a ferocious skull, and distinct fangs. Even through the thick resin, one could tell that in life, it would have been a hunter of the skies.

After Blaine's image connected, his entire face was almost pressed against the screen.

"Aerodactyl! A complete embryo! Lynn, send it back to Cinnabar Island, and I can revive it. As long as you give me the equipment, it will become the mainstay of your air force."

"Sending it back is too slow."

Lynn reached out and tapped the amber.

The golden shell emitted a crisp sound.

"There are machines here."

Blaine was stunned.

"You want to revive it inside the Silph Co. Building?"

"Yes."

Lynn looked at the tiny skeleton inside the amber.

"A normal Aerodactyl feels pain, gets hungry, and gets tired. It retreats when injured and descends after flying for too long. I am going to hunt the Legendary Bird, and a normal air force won't hold up."

Blaine's breathing hitched for a moment.

"You're acting recklessly again."

"I want a bone plane that can hunt for its own prey."

Ten minutes later, in the laboratory on the fiftieth floor underground.

The resurrection machine was forcibly powered on.

Several Silph Co. researchers were pinned against the wall by Sabrina; if anyone's hand shook, the doll behind them would turn its head to stare at them.

The amber was moved into the transparent circular chamber by a robotic arm.

Cutting beams descended, the golden shell cracked open bit by bit, and the sleeping embryo inside was enveloped by nutrient fluid.

A series of test results popped up on the screen.

"Activity is weak."

"Skeleton is complete."

"Resurrection process can continue."

Blaine said urgently, "Follow the normal procedure: grow muscles first, then skin membranes, and finally connect the nerves."

Lynn placed a black syringe in front of the interface.

"Change the procedure."

Blaine saw the black liquid churning inside the syringe, and his expression changed.

"That's ghost venom. A newborn embryo won't be able to withstand it."

"It died long ago."

Lynn personally pushed the syringe in.

The black liquid flowed through the pipes and into the circular chamber.

The originally pale green nutrient fluid quickly turned dark. The embryo twitched in the fluid, and the newly grown flesh fell off piece by piece, revealing grayish-white bones.

The researchers screamed.

"The process has collapsed! Muscle necrosis!"

"Skin membranes are falling off!"

"Chamber pressure is rising!"

Lynn turned his head.

"Gengar."

A shadow churned beneath his feet, and Gengar emerged, grinning as it exhaled a puff of purple-black mist. The mist drilled into the machine's interface and coiled around the skeleton.

Porygon-Z took over the control console, and the red lights flickered into green ones, one by one.

Lynn stared at the circular chamber.

"Flesh, remove it."

"Stomach, remove it."

"Pain receptors, remove them."

"Leave only the skeleton for the wings, and use the ghost mist to support the membranes."

"It doesn't live by eating meat; it flies solely on killing intent."

The alarm in the laboratory was piercing.

The skeleton in the circular chamber began to grow.

The skull widened, the teeth lengthened, and the wing bones unfolded from both sides of its body. Cyan flames emerged from its eye sockets, burning all the way down the spine to the tailbone.

Deep gouges were scratched into the chamber walls by bone claws.

One researcher's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor.

"It's looking at us..."

Lynn raised his hand, signaling everyone to step back.

The next moment, bone claws pierced through the chamber wall.

Black liquid sprayed out, splattering the floor and causing white smoke to rise from the ground.

The Skeletal Aerodactyl was still struggling inside.

It slammed its head against the glass—once, twice, and on the third time, the entire circular chamber exploded with a roar.

Shards of glass flew in all directions.

Sabrina raised her hand, and the shards froze in mid-air before clattering to the ground.

In the center of the black liquid, a massive Skeletal Aerodactyl stood up.

Its entire body was nothing but bone, with cyan-black mist hanging between its wing bones. Light as cold as a rainy night flickered within its eye sockets, and its bony teeth opened and closed, emitting a harsh, grinding sound.

Blaine, on the other side of the screen, had his mouth agape, and it took him a long while to squeeze out a sentence:

"This thing... can it really fly?"

Lynn walked up to the Skeletal Aerodactyl.

The Skeletal Aerodactyl lowered its head, its nasal bone almost touching his forehead.

Gengar poked half its face out from the side and licked the corner of its mouth.

Lynn raised his cane and tapped the Skeletal Aerodactyl's lower jaw.

"Hungry?"

The cyan fire in the Skeletal Aerodactyl's eye sockets flared an inch higher.

"Endure it."

Lynn turned around and looked at the nautical chart on the wall.

To the north of Cinnabar Island, the markers for the three Legendary Birds were glowing on the map.

"For your first bite of meat, I'll pick a big one for you."

When the black liquid flowed to the door, two researchers tried to flee.

Sabrina lifted her fingertip, and their feet left the ground as they were pinned back against the wall.

"Keep watching."

Lynn's voice was very soft.

"You will have to take care of it in the future."

The researchers' faces were deathly pale, and they could only widen their eyes.

The Skeletal Aerodactyl lifted its foreclaws and stepped on the broken glass. The glass shards were ground into powder, leaving not even a scratch on its bone claws. Its skull turned from side to side, like a hunter that had just awakened from a long slumber, trying to distinguish this strange new era.

Blaine was scribbling notes frantically on the other side of the screen, his pen tearing through the paper.

"Joint articulation is stable, wing bone support is stable, cyan fire is flowing along the spine... Lynn, do you hear that? This thing is alive, it's truly alive!"

Lynn corrected him.

"It has awakened."

The overhead lights in the laboratory suddenly dimmed for a moment.

A low, rasping, grinding sound came from the Skeletal Aerodactyl's throat, and its cyan fire fixed on a corner.

Hiding there was a stray Magnemite used for experiments. It trembled instinctively, with electric sparks jumping wildly across its body.

The Skeletal Aerodactyl opened its mouth.

A gust of cold wind swept over, and the electric light on the Magnemite was blown away; its body instantly lost buoyancy and slammed into the ground.

The researchers all retreated in unison.

And this was just after it had awakened.

Lynn, however, was very satisfied.

"The reaction is fast enough."

Gengar circled behind the Skeletal Aerodactyl, tentatively sticking out its tongue. The Skeletal Aerodactyl swiped its tailbone, grazing Gengar's face and gouging a half-meter-deep groove into the wall.

Gengar grinned, its eyes turning red with excitement.

"It likes you," Lynn said.

Gengar laughed even louder.

"If it really liked me, it would have bitten me directly just now."

Lynn walked to the control console and picked up a prototype dark ball that had just been delivered.

The surface of the sphere still carried the smell of oil from the production line, and the central lock glowed with a dark red light.

"There's no rush to capture it yet."

He placed the ball back on the table.

"It has to prove it can fly first."

Blaine immediately objected.

"Flight tests must be conducted in an open area; the underground floor is too narrow. If it crashes into a load-bearing pillar, the entire building will be in trouble."

Lynn looked up at the Skeletal Aerodactyl.

"Did you hear that? Don't hit the load-bearing pillars."

A clicking sound rolled from the Skeletal Aerodactyl's throat, and its cyan fire fixed on the ceiling.

It already understood what Lynn wanted.

The creature had just awakened, and there were only three things in its mind.

Fly.

Crash.

Bite into larger prey.

Lynn stepped back half a step.

"Go."

Lynn had everyone seal all the original records into boxes.

The researchers signed non-disclosure agreements one by one, and after signing, they were assigned to different workstations. Those responsible for skeletal maintenance stayed, those responsible for liquid preparation stayed, and the others who could only write reports were sent off to move boxes.

A very young assistant looked up and asked, "How do we take care of it?"

Lynn glanced at him.

The assistant immediately lowered his head.

Blaine answered for him from the screen.

"Give it a cold, dark environment, give it stress tests, and give it enough flight space. Also, don't let any living person stand near its mouth."

The Skeletal Aerodactyl seemed to understand, and its skull turned toward that assistant.

The assistant's legs went weak, and he had to hold onto the table to steady himself.

"Very good," Lynn said. "Being afraid means you still know how to preserve your life. People like this can stay."

The underground laboratory resumed operations.

The cleaning crew mopped up the black liquid, workers welded the chamber walls, and researchers wiped the alarm messages off the screens. Everyone knew that they had just witnessed an aerial monster that had crawled out of an ancient tomb.

And this was exactly the kind of memory Lynn wanted.

Fear is what makes these people work obediently.

Lynn issued another order.

"Seal off the fiftieth floor underground, and replace the entrance with double guards. Register all personnel entering and exiting, and submit the list of their family members as well."

No one dared to object.

The Skeletal Aerodactyl stood in the black liquid, its cyan fire illuminating every face. The researchers understood that from this moment on, what they were studying had transcended papers and commodities, becoming a weapon capable of flying out and crushing enemy warships.

Lynn wanted them alive because he wanted them to continue honing this weapon.

The Silph Co. resurrection machine was originally used to manufacture commodities.

Now, Lynn had turned it into a weapon furnace.

The machine was still smoking, and a new test checklist had been posted on the wall. Item one: impact. Item two: high-altitude turning. Item three: night hunting. Item four: resistance testing against the fire and ice of the Legendary Bird.

Looking at the checklist, the researchers finally understood why Lynn was in such a rush to open the amber.

Cinnabar Island was missing a blade that could fly above the enemy's head.

This Skeletal Aerodactyl was that blade.