Almost half a month had slipped by in the blink of an eye. Whenever he looked back on it, he still couldn't fucking believe he actually owned a Ralts.
After surviving this period of brutally high-intensity training, Ralts's ntal energy had skyrocketed. Consequently, her Confusion attack—which scaled directly off ntal strength—saw a massive upgrade. While it hadn't fully evolved into a true 'Psychic' attack yet, its raw output could already rival moves with around 70 base power.
On top of that, she had finally figured out how to take the Swablu onesie with her during a Teleport. It seed their old training routines were no longer challenging enough for her.
Regarding the Electric-type energy, after gorging on Electric Berries for over half a month, Ralts had successfully mastered the basic Electric move 'Thunder Shock'. Although its base power was a pathetic 40, it was still infinitely better than nothing.
He still rembered that in the Pokémon gas, Gardevoir was completely capable of learning Thunderbolt.
And comparing Thunder Shock to Thunderbolt was exactly like comparing Confusion to Psychic—the latter was rely a massively supercharged version of the forr.
In other words, as long as Ralts relentlessly continued to cultivate her Electric-type energy, naturally progressing to master Thunderbolt was absolutely within the realm of possibility.
This might be an insurmountably difficult task for other non-Electric Pokémon, but don't forget, he could enter an empowered state of 'ntal intertwining' with Ralts. In this state, her perception spiked drastically, directly skyrocketing her fine control over elental energy.
This was the very foundation of his absolute confidence.
On Xue Yi's front, for the first half of the month, she stubbornly blew up his phone every single day prying about Umbreon.
But as ti dragged on, she probably realized that ssaging so guy "You there?" and "You asleep yet?" every single night made her look like a pathetic, desperate simp. She was a fabulously wealthy, high-status heiress, for fuck's sake; she had never stooped to being a fucking simp for any man!
So, from then on, she completely stopped harassing Lorze, leaving him perfectly happy to enjoy the peace and quiet.
But while he was living stress-free, his mother's recent pressure was massive. Extrely fucking massive.
To cultivate Ralts into an elite combat Pokémon, the financial burn over the past few weeks had been astronomically high. To be perfectly honest, it had completely blown past her worst-case expectations.
At this rate, even if she picked up an extra part-ti night shift after her main job, she absolutely wouldn't be able to financially sustain Ralts for much longer.
The maintenance costs for a Psychic-type were far more horrifying than anyone could imagine; she had now experienced it firsthand.
In order to ensure Ralts's growth didn't stagnate, his mother was ultimately forced to make a decision that violated her ancestors... ah wait, no, a decision that might permanently damage a friendship.
Just as her shift was about to end that day, after agonizing over it for a long ti, his mother finally called over her best friend who worked at the sa Battle Dojo.
Although they operated in the exact sa Dojo, their actual job descriptions were completely different.
Lorze's mother was in charge of Pokémon nursing and grooming, while her best friend Roxanne was engaged in the highly mainstream, lucrative job of Pokémon Battling.
As an Elite Trainer, Roxanne was a core pillar of the Dojo. In fact, Lorze's mother only managed to land her Caretaker job there because Roxanne had directly recomnded her.
Roxanne's ace Pokémon was an Azumarill with the 'Huge Power' Ability. Its combat prowess was brutally savage; to sum it up in one sentence, it was an unkillable at-shield that hit like a fucking tactical nuke.
Riding on the overwhelming might of this Azumarill, Roxanne rapidly climbed the ranks to beco a Senior Battler at the Dojo. Her flat baseline salary just for eting her minimum sparring quota was a staggering 50,000 bucks a month. If she were actually willing to work hard and pick up overti, she would have easily drowned in infinite wealth by now.
Unfortunately, this best friend was an incredibly lazy slacker. Nobody clocked in slower than her, and nobody vanished faster the second her shift ended.
She constantly had the phrase "Isn't 50k a month enough to spend? There's more to life than just fucking battling!" hanging on her lips.
Sure enough, once a person accumulates enough wealth, they completely stop giving a shit about money, right?
Well, do you realize that being obnoxiously rich makes you an insanely juicy target for desperate people?!
To beg this friend for help, Lorze's mother actually had to camp out by the company exit well in advance today, and even then, she barely managed to intercept her.
"Roxanne, do you have a second to talk?" she hurriedly shouted, stopping her best friend who was literally mid-sprint trying to escape work.
"Oh, it's you, Lorze's mom. What's up? I'm actually in a bit of a rush right now~." Getting ready to hop into a cherry-red sports car, Roxanne pushed up her sunglasses, revealing a face that looked obscenely, illegally young.
Even though Roxanne was a literal mother with a daughter already in junior high, she looked exactly like a breathtaking, fully blossod young woman fresh out of college, her stunning silver hair drawing everyone's lustful gaze.
Of course, that silver hair wasn't natural; she had dyed it herself, giving her an aura of vibrant, youthful rebellion.
Roxanne curiously eyed her senior, who was three years older than her. Ever since she started working, her senior rarely had ti to catch up with her. Why was she suddenly actively seeking her out today?
"Let's just humor for a second: what exactly are you rushing off to do?" Knowing her bestie's profoundly lazy nature, she didn't believe for a fucking second it was anything important.
"To go ho and rot in bed, obviously! I've been slaving away all day, I'm practically dead!" Roxanne declared with absolute, righteous indignation.
"Your Azumarill is the one doing literally all the fighting while you sit on the sidelines sipping juice and scrolling through your phone! How the hell are you tired?!"
"Just commuting from my house to this job is exhausting enough! If only I could just send Azumarill to work by herself. Hey, how about I just permanently pawn Azumarill off to you for daycare?"
"Listen to yourself, is that sothing a human being should even say? Co with . Since you're so 'exhausted', I'll give you a proper full-body massage."
"Ooh, your famous massage techniques~? They're legendary around here. Alright, fine, I'll tag along~." Roxanne seed incredibly thirsty for her senior's massage skills, her eyes instantly lighting up with greedy anticipation.
You have to understand, Azumarill ruthlessly monopolized her senior's massages whenever she had free ti. The very first thing Azumarill did upon arriving at work every day was sprint to find her senior; she honestly looked happier seeing the masseuse than her own fucking Trainer.
But you couldn't really bla Azumarill. When Roxanne herself got massaged by her senior, she had accidentally climaxed into a dead sleep from sheer ecstasy more tis than she could count.
Opportunities to entirely monopolize her senior's god-tier massage hands were rare. Roxanne happily trotted after her, sprawling out on a massage chair in her studio and shooting her eager, highly suggestive looks, practically begging her senior to co completely "ravage" her body~.
At the sa ti, she couldn't help but wonder: what the hell was the real reason her senior had specifically dragged her here?
It definitely couldn't just be because she missed her and purely wanted to rub her down, right?
"Roxanne, are you interested in making an investnt?" After deeply massaging her best friend for a bit, she finally brought up the real business.
"An investnt? Holy shit, did you get sucked into a fucking pyramid sche?" Roxanne was completely dumbfounded.
"I an making an investnt in my son, Lorze."
"Oh, so Lorze got sucked into a fucking pyramid sche."
"I'm being serious! Lorze is officially a Trainer now. As the 'auntie' who watched him grow up, shouldn't you show a little financial support?"
"Ah, well... co to think of it, that little brat really is at that age now. I swear, just a few years ago he was still tiny."
"That's because you haven't visited him in literal years! He still talks about his gorgeous Auntie all the ti."
"Hey~, I have my own daughter to take care of too, okay? We're both single MILFs; where am I supposed to find the spare energy for that?"
"You, lacking spare energy? I think you're just a lazy piece of shit."
"Don't expose like that~ So, what you're really getting at is... money's tight?" Roxanne completely understood what her senior was hinting at.
Specifically emphasizing that Lorze had beco a Trainer ant she definitely wasn't just begging for a simple congratulatory gift.
Since she raised a Pokémon herself, she obviously knew how aggressively it burned through cash. So, they were undoubtedly broke, right?
Her senior had taken excellent care of her back in college, and the two had quickly beco inseparable sisters who shared everything. If it were just a small favor, she would absolutely help out.
But using the word "investnt"... that didn't sound like a cheap favor.
"To put it simply, yes, money is extrely tight," she admitted without hiding anything.
"No fucking way. Shouldn't you have saved up a ton of cash for him over the years? It burned through it that fast? Did he catch a literal Snorlax or sothing?" Roxanne was deeply confused.
Aside from the traditional Starters, there shouldn't be any Pokémon on the market that are that agonizingly expensive to feed, right?
Don't tell Lorze sohow bought a Starter Pokémon?!
What a joke, even she couldn't bear to drop the cash for one of those.
"Honestly, it might be even harder to raise than a Snorlax," his mother smiled bitterly. A Snorlax just eats an obscene amount, but then it hibernates for a month, aning you only really blow money on it once a month.
But the cultivation costs for a Psychic-type—literally every single fucking thing you do with it incinerates money.
"What kind of Pokémon could possibly be that hard to raise?" Roxanne was actually curious now. She couldn't fathom what kind of expensive Pokémon a family with her senior's financial background could even afford.
"Just look at the picture, but you absolutely cannot breathe a word of this to anyone." She cautiously pulled up a photo of her son and Ralts on her phone, shoving it in front of Roxanne's face.
Roxanne rely glanced at it casually at first, but the longer she looked, the wider her eyes went in absolute shock. "Is this photo... photoshopped?"
"That is its actual, genuine color," she replied deadly serious.
Roxanne's brain instantly short-circuited. "Holy fucking shit, Lorze..."
Just a second ago, she had suspected Lorze got insanely lucky and picked up a Starter, but she never imagined the reality was infinitely more absurd than her wildest guesses.
This was way more fucking ridiculous than a Starter!
A teenage boy like Lorze actually managed to win the favor of a Ralts?!
And a pure white Shiny Ralts at that. It was absolutely unheard of!
No wonder her senior was being so cryptic and hesitant, insisting on just showing her the photo. A secret like this was definitely not sothing you casually aired out in public.
It also completely explained why soone as fiercely proud and independent as her senior had been reduced to begging her for money. A Psychic-type Pokémon was absolutely not sothing her family could ever afford to raise.
"So... Roxanne, could you do your senior this one favor? Just treat it as an investnt. I truly believe that with this Pokémon, Lorze can absolutely break our class boundaries and hit the big ti. When he does, I'll make sure he repays you generously." His mother begged with absolute, desperate sincerity.
"Ah, this... this actually puts in a really tough spot." Roxanne couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was asking way too fucking much of her.
If she was going to commit to helping, she obviously couldn't just toss a few bucks their way. Pocket change was literally a drop in the ocean for a Psychic-type; it wouldn't do jack shit.
An investnt had to go all the way to the end. Otherwise, if they failed to cultivate it properly, every single penny invested previously would go completely down the drain.
And fully funding a Psychic-type Pokémon... even a high-earner like her would feel the severe financial bleeding.
After all, her own daughter was going to reach Trainer age in a few years, and she was planning on buying a Starter Pokémon for her to raise.
If she dumped all her liquid assets into Lorze right now, what the hell was her daughter supposed to do in a few years?
Unless Lorze could truly skyrocket to the top and beco a major tournant Champion within a few short years. Only then would her massive investnt yield a return, allowing her to use the profits to bankroll her daughter.
But here was the million-dollar question: could he actually beco a tournant Champion in just a few years?
The last person to pull off sothing that insanely impressive was the literal human psychic, Xue Tong.
But Xue Tong wasn't just a psychic; her family had an absolute monopoly on wealth. Even the very Battle Dojo they worked in was owned by the Snowhide Corporation. Xue Tong was literally their supre boss.
Just because the Xue family had the limitless resources to groom a Ralts to Champion-level in a few years, didn't an Roxanne could replicate that feat.
Therefore, in the end, Roxanne couldn't give his mother an answer on the spot. She only said she needed to go ho and seriously consider it.
Lorze's mother obviously understood. If their positions were reversed, she would have found it incredibly difficult to agree too. She was rely shooting her shot; if it worked, everyone would be ecstatic, and if it failed, no harm done. She just prayed this desperate request wouldn't cause a permanent rift in their sisterly friendship.
Sigh, if this falls through, she'd just have to find another way.
But what other thod was there to make fast, massive amounts of cash?
A few dark, degrading, and sexually unsavory thods flashed through her mind, but she imdiately shook her head to dispel them.
Whatever, she'd just wait and see what Roxanne's answer was first...
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