As expected, the space backpack was a massive hit, and the name of the Walker Group became hotter than ever—now, nearly the entire world was buzzing about the space backpack.
At the same time, other nations one after another expressed to Drakoria's government and the Walker Group their desire to purchase space backpacks.
No one was a fool.
The space backpack allowed trainers to carry more Potions and food. With just these two things, trainers could stay longer in the Secret Realms or the wilderness, and their safety naturally improved as well.
With these two advantages, if a trainer's strength still didn't improve, then something would truly be wrong.
So from this perspective, the space backpack was something that could genuinely boost a nation's overall power.
And with Julian's rise, Drakoria had already undisputedly bee the world's number one superpower. So as long as Julian didn't fall, other countries had essentially no hope of catching up.
But now Drakoria had released the space backpack on top of all that. The top trainer in your country was already enough to make the rest of us despair.
Now if the strength of your mid- and low-level trainers also improved, how were the rest of us supposed to survive?
However, in response to the requests from various countries—whether they were on bad terms with Drakoria or were its allies—the official reply was the same:
Production capacity was limited and could not meet international demand.
And this genuinely wasn't just an excuse.
The materials used to make the space backpack had to withstand attacks from Elite-level Pokémon, and also had to be fireproof, waterproof, dirt-resistant, and meet a whole host of other requirements.
Just manufacturing such materials required enormous manpower and resources, so production truly couldn't keep up.
Otherwise, the first sale wouldn't have been limited to only ten million units.
And the second sale wouldn't have to be half a month later.
Though all of this no longer had anything to do with Julian. At this moment, he was on a call with Gemma, his nominal apprentice.
"Coach, I didn't manage to grab a space backpack, wuwuwu—"
The fake crying sounded so exaggerated that Julian nearly rolled his eyes.
"Send me your address later, I'll have someone deliver one to you," Julian said.
"Thank you, Coach! I want a pink one."
Gemma's excited voice immediately came through the phone.
The space backpacks only came in three colors: Black, Blue, and Pink. And once you managed to grab one, the color was sent out randomly.
So quite a few male trainers ended up with two pink space backpacks.
As a result, many trainers were exchanging colors online for ones they preferred. After all, what kind of macho man would willingly carry a pink backpack?
"Is that all?"
With that, Julian was about to hang up, but Gemma's voice came through again.
"Coach, don't! I still have something else."
"What is it now?"
Hearing the helplessness in Julian's voice, Gemma pouted.
"Coach, am I really that annoying to you?"
"If you don't talk, I'm hanging up."
"My birthday is next Tuesday. I want to invite you."
Gemma hurriedly finished speaking, because she knew Julian really would hang up on her.
"Tuesday?"
"Does Coach have something that day?"
Her voice carried obvious disappointment.
"Not really—what day of the week is it today anyway?"
Julian had been holed up at home for so long that he'd long lost track of the days. He had no idea what date or day of the week it was, only that at midnight tonight, Metagross was getting a new skin in Pokémon Glory.
"Today's Friday! Seriously, Coach, do you really just idle around all day with nothing to do?"
Gemma's aggrieved voice came through. She had followed Julian for a period of time and had naturally seen what Julian did all day cooped up at home.
It was honestly hard to imagine that the world's number one trainer was actually a homebody with an internet addiction.
When he had nothing to do, he spent all day glued to his phone—either scrolling through TikTok or playing games. And he was taken care of so well by Love and Slowking that he practically just waited to be fed and served.
This kind of seemingly boring, useless lifestyle was actually the life of a god in Gemma's eyes, and she envied it immensely.
Unlike her, a miserable student worker.
In order to earn the credits required for graduation, she had to take on missions at the Trainers Association practically every day. Last time, she slacked off for a while, which led to a shortage of credits, and she almost failed the semester.
"Can't help it. I was born lucky."
Julian grinned.
Some people were born in Rome, and some were born as farmers.
As far as Julian was concerned, he couldn't possibly be more satisfied with his birth circumstances.
"Coach, talking like that really makes people hate you."
Gemma gnashed her teeth at Julian's words. Even though they were only on the phone, she could already picture Julian's smug expression in her mind.
"So what? You can't even beat my weakest Pokémon—oh, by the way, Bisharp is already pseudo-Elite now."
Julian's words made Gemma choke in frustration.
Once Bisharp reached Elite-level, Julian planned to have it defeat the late-stage Elite Bisharp leader in the Secret Realm of Babath—then this guy could finally evolve.
Originally, Julian had planned for Bisharp to defeat all three at once, but after discovering that the Bisharp leader in Babath was a bit too strong, he gave up on that idea.
"Coach, I don't want to talk to you anymore—I'm hanging up. Oh, and when you e, remember to bring me a gift!"
Beep—
"Who even asks for gifts themselves?"
Julian muttered to himself.
"Mage~"
Just then, the sound of Magearna calling him for lunch rang out.
"ing, ing."
While eating the lunch prepared by Slowking and Love, Julian asked, "What are we having for dinner?"
Nowadays, Julian's most frequent words were: In the evening, asking what they'd have for breakfast tomorrow; In the morning, asking what was for lunch; At noon, asking what was for dinner.
"Slow~"
Slowking: "I'm going to the café tonight."
So Julian turned to look at Love.
"Dee~"
Love: "I signed up for a flower arranging class. I have class this afternoon and won't make it back in time to cook dinner."
Hearing that both great housekeepers had things to do, Julian not only didn't feel disappointed but instead got a little excited: "So I can order takeout, right?"
As long as he was at home, the two absolutely forbade Julian from ordering takeout.
Although takeout truly wasn't as delicious as the food made by the two, but it was still the kind of thing that made you think about it and crave it constantly. Go too long without ordering it, and you'd feel like something was missing from life.
The moment he said that, Julian was immediately met with stern looks from both Love and Slowking.
Was he trying to rebel? The moment we're not around you want to order takeout—and you're even acting this excited about it?
"Slow~"
Slowking: "Magearna will cook for you."
Then it looked at its little apprentice: "If he tries to order takeout, throw that food right out."
"Mage~"
Little apprentice Magearna clenched its fist and nodded with utmost seriousness.
Then it turned toward Julian with an extremely stern face, seemingly trying to suppress its trainer through sheer presence—just like Slowking-sensei.
"Then Magearna, dinner is in your hands. I won't order takeout."
Julian immediately displayed his obedient good-boy side. He'd gotten a little carried away just now and had spoken without thinking.
Meanwhile, inside his mind: 'Heh, as if a little apprentice can suppress me. Once you two leave, that's when Sun Wukong escapes the Buddha's palm.'
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