Pokémon: Breeding Simulator Chapter 123 123: Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [123]

When Dr. Fuji finished speaking, Giovanni's expression darkened.

If it were up to him, of course he would have already collected w's full genetic profile.

But the reality was, even with w standing right next to them, there was no way he could make a move.

Setting aside the uncertainty of whether w would resist—or where Elias's loyalties would lie in such a situation—just extracting a complete genetic map from a progenitor Pokémon with w's level of genetic complexity was beyond Team Rocket's current scientific capabilities.

That was precisely why he'd abandoned that plan from the start.

After a mont of contemplation, Giovanni asked in a low voice:

"If we forcibly awaken wtwo now, what are the odds of success?"

"Forty percent."

Dr. Fuji glanced at the experintal data and answered without hesitation.

But before Giovanni could react, he added:

"But… if it awakens under these conditions, it will likely harbor extre hostility toward us—and possibly the entire world."

"If you don't have a solid contingency plan, I strongly advise against waking a Pokémon of that power right now."

As the lead scientist on the wtwo project, Dr. Fuji understood better than anyone just how dangerous it could be.

At least in his view, even Giovanni might not be capable of controlling a creation like that.

Giovanni's brow furrowed further.

But unlike Dr. Fuji, it wasn't wtwo's threat level that concerned him.

After all, Elias was here. So was w.

Even if Giovanni held wtwo in high regard, he didn't believe it could take on this lineup alone—not fresh out of a tank.

What truly bothered him was the possibility that wtwo would bear a grudge against Team Rocket itself.

He wanted a weapon, yes—but not one so filled with hatred that it might turn on its master.

With that thought, Giovanni turned to Elias and said:

"Elias, just like I ntioned before, I'd like you to check wtwo's condition."

"If it's possible, try to resolve whatever's causing its instability."

"Of course, you're free to refuse. This isn't what we agreed on before coming—wtwo's current state is volatile. Getting close could be dangerous."

Giovanni had weighed his options and concluded that Elias was the only one who might shift the odds.

Given that wtwo shared the sa psychic source as Elias, perhaps he could compensate for the missing genetic elents on a ntal or energetic level.

But as he said, if Elias declined, he wouldn't push.

wtwo was important, yes—but so was Elias, a valuable partner whose contributions couldn't be replaced.

If Elias refused, then the only option would be to proceed with the awakening and find a way to control wtwo afterward—perhaps using restraints or suppressors...

What Giovanni didn't expect, however, was that Elias agreed without hesitation.

This was exactly why he'd co to the island in the first place.

And besides… with w's genetic blueprint already in hand, the odds of sothing going wrong were practically zero. There was barely any real danger.

Even Giovanni was montarily taken aback by how quickly Elias accepted.

A partner who steps up when it matters—that's the kind I want, Giovanni thought with a trace of admiration.

"Garde~ (I'm coming with you.)"

Gardevoir frowned the mont she heard Elias was walking into danger and latched onto his arm without giving him a chance to argue.

Not one to be left behind, Latias quickly floated over, clearly signaling that she was going too.

Elias gave Giovanni a glance, then, with a slight nod, led both Pokémon toward the area directly beneath the incubation tank.

With Gardevoir and Latias by his side, even a wild wtwo wouldn't be able to stir up much chaos.

But the mont he stepped across the red line surrounding the tank, Elias felt his heart suddenly jolt.

He narrowed his eyes.

The connection between us is getting stronger.

Once he was sure wtwo wasn't about to lash out, he gestured for Gardevoir and Latias to fall back a few steps.

Then, slowly, he reached out and pressed his palm to the tank's glass surface.

At that mont, Elias released his psychic power, syncing it with the dormant consciousness inside the chamber.

In an instant, his awareness shifted—as if torn from his body and thrust into a strange, dark space. The only illumination was a dim glow at the very center.

The sensation reminded him of activating a simulation—only far more imrsive.

Steadying himself, Elias looked around, trying to understand where he was.

But before he could make sense of anything, sothing warm and soft—like a feline paw—suddenly pressed against the back of his neck.

"Who are you?"

A clear, childish voice—soft but tinged with alertness—sounded at his ear.

From the corner of his eye, he could see her now: a tall, feline figure, similar to w in so ways, but more upright, more defined.

And that paw at his neck? Hers.

"…wtwo?"

Elias blinked, caught off guard.

She looked a little different than he rembered.

More accurately—this version of wtwo still looked young. She hadn't yet fully matured in body or form.

Must be because she hasn't finished developing yet, he guessed.

wtwo also flinched slightly upon hearing his quiet murmur.

"w… two…"

"Is that my na? Is that what I'm called?"

For soone who had spent her entire conscious existence floating in a tank, Elias's sudden arrival was as frightening as it was intriguing.

And now, hearing what might be her own na for the first ti, her mind paused—long enough for the pain and fury to settle into curiosity.

She narrowed her eyes, taking a step forward and pressing her paw flat against Elias's throat.

"Tell … wtwo. Is that my na?"

The voice was small, girlish—fierce in its innocence. But to Elias, it wasn't threatening at all.

He simply nodded and answered:

"Yes. Your na is wtwo."

"w" as in dream. "Two" as in surpassing.

For reasons she couldn't explain, hearing him confirm it sent a ripple of sothing warm through her chest.

Unlike those n in white coats—who only ever brought her pain—this human felt… different.

Less like a threat. More like a possibility.

The young wtwo perford a swift risk assessnt in her mind.

Then she repeated her na silently to herself, turning over the aning of the words.

The "w" part sparked sothing inside her—an odd duality of familiarity and resentnt.

The contradiction left her confused. But she didn't dwell on it.

Instead, she withdrew her paw and gave a casual wave.

"Leave. And don't let anyone else in here."

She fixed her gaze on Elias, adding with calm resolve:

"Also, tell those people out there—if they won't let out, I'll do it myself."

She wasn't about to waste the opportunity to deliver an ultimatum.

If not for the fact that she disliked unnecessary violence—and because her body still hurt—she would've broken out long ago.

That thought made her wince. Her hand moved instinctively to her chest.

The pain from her incomplete genetic code… was back.