Let's rewind the clock fifteen minutes.
In the wilderness area near Gui City, a man was barking orders at a red silhouette, having it search for sothing.
The red silhouette moved with blistering speed. With every blur of motion, it reappeared several ters away.
Only when it finally ca to a halt could you clearly see it was a Pokémon with massive, scissor-like pincers—a Scizor.
Ironically, in the gas, Scizor's base Speed stat is a asly 65. It's incredibly slow, not even matching up to a Breloom.
But why is it that in reality, whenever Scizor is ntioned, it always gives off the vibe of a Pokémon renowned for its blinding speed?
This just proved that ga stats could only serve as a loose reference in reality; you couldn't take them as absolute gospel.
"Scizor, have you found her yet?"
The man, who looked like a college student, rushed to Scizor's side. His eyes frantically scanned the surroundings, practically glowing with feverish excitent.
How could he not be excited?
Do you have any idea what kind of Pokémon he was hunting for?
A fucking Ralts!!!
He couldn't believe the rumors were actually true. A Ralts really existed here. He had hit the absolute jackpot!
This college guy was actually a student enrolled at Modu University. A while ago, he happened to hear rumors of a Shiny Ralts being spotted near Gui City. Adopting a "why the hell not" ntality, he specifically took ti off from school and rushed here to try his luck.
Even though the source of the intel was incredibly sketchy, the re thought of it being a rare Ralts sighting ant nobody gave a damn about its authenticity.
Think about it: if the intel was 100% verified, what kind of idiot would leak it to the public?
Therefore, any rumors you actually heard were overwhelmingly fake or highly questionable.
But for Trainers who had zero connections to legally acquire such a Pokémon, they couldn't afford to miss even the fakest-sounding clues. It was their best, and often only, hope of ever encountering a Ralts.
As an ultra-rare Psychic-type Pokémon, wasn't a Ralts worth wasting a little ti on a wild goose chase?
Totally fucking worth it!
Once you owned a Ralts, it wouldn't just fill the Psychic-type gap in your team roster; it could effortlessly solve your "finding a wife" problem too~!
Yep, he admitted it. He was a degenerate piece of trash. He just lusted heavily after Gardevoir's sexy body~.
If you asked what Pokémon was most suited to be a waifu, if Gardevoir claid second place, absolutely nobody would dare claim first, right?
Of course, everyone has their own kinks, so you couldn't generalize completely. What if so guys were into the Milotic type?
The college guy liked Milotic too, but when it ca to a literal wife, it had to be a humanoid type like Gardevoir, right?
There were tons of polls online about the "Best Waifu Pokémon," and Gardevoir had held the number one spot for years.
A Pokémon like Gardevoir can not only sense and nurture her Trainer's emotional state, but she is also as loyal as a knight. If her Trainer is ever in danger, she will gladly lay down her life to protect them.
Tell , what possible reason could he have to not want to bang a Gardevoir?
Unfortunately, just liking her wasn't enough. The Psychic Queen is incredibly aloof and cold to outsiders, reserving her tenderness exclusively for her own Trainer. Anyone with even a slightly impure soul would find it impossible to win her favor. Because of this, degenerates could only try to groom them starting from their childhood phase as a Ralts.
The college student never expected his luck to be this god-tier. He had actually stumbled right into a Ralts.
And not just that... a Shiny one at that???
But from what he knew, wasn't a Shiny Ralts supposed to have blue accents?
Yet, the Ralts before his eyes was almost entirely pure white. Even the horn-like sensory organs on her head—normally used for reading emotions—were unnaturally white. Only those cute little eyes hidden beneath her hair remained a vibrant red.
If Ralts's overall silhouette wasn't so iconic, the college student wouldn't have even dared to believe this Pokémon was a Ralts.
But thinking about it carefully, humanity had only been researching Pokémon for a few decades. They couldn't even claim to fully understand the common ones. For an ultra-rare Pokémon like Ralts, wasn't it completely normal for sothing beyond human knowledge to exist?
Besides, wasn't a pure white Ralts infinitely rarer than a standard Shiny?
A Shiny Pokémon often becos the signature symbol of a Trainer. A pure white Shiny Ralts? If he managed to get his hands on that, it would be impossible not to beco incredibly famous.
The college student could already vividly visualize the sheer shock on everyone's faces when he summoned a Pure White Gardevoir at a major tournant.
Just thinking about it gave him a raging hard-on. He had to capture this Ralts, no matter what it took!
However, Ralts's Teleport ability was extrely tricky to deal with. He had to be completely prepared.
So, the college student devised the "Loli Food Abduction Protocol." Didn't Ralts have the ability to read emotions?
As long as he acted genuinely sincere, he refused to believe he couldn't groom and trick a little loli!
Yet, entirely contrary to his expectations, when he actually laid out a feast of premium Pokémon food to lure the Ralts, he had no idea if the little psychic instantly saw through his facade and realized he was an absolute horny degenerate. Without a mont's hesitation, she noped out and teleported away imdiately.
The college student was montarily stunned. Was kidnapping a loli really this fucking difficult?
But he didn't lose heart. He had fully anticipated this scenario anyway. He imdiately launched Plan B: forcibly capture her by asserting absolute dominance!
Sure, Ralts's Teleport made her seem impossible to catch, but in reality, this specific Ralts was extrely tiny. She was likely less than a year out of her infancy stage, aning both her physical stamina and ntal energy were highly restricted.
This ant the number of tis she could Teleport, as well as the distance, would be severely limited. Even if she ran, she definitely couldn't run far.
The college guy had already stationed his other Pokémon around the periter. The mont they spotted the Ralts, they would imdiately alert him, and he would command his team to close the net around her.
He refused to believe a toddler Ralts could hold out for long!
The effectiveness of this strategy was obvious. Just as he predicted, the Ralts couldn't teleport very far. Every blink fell well within his Scizor's line of sight.
As long as he kept Scizor in the air hovering and locked onto her, the only thing left to do was to relentlessly drain the Ralts's stamina.
The exact mont her stamina completely bottod out, he would claim her with a single ball!
And so, after a thrilling ga of cat-and-mouse, the college student didn't even have to spend that much ti before pushing the Ralts entirely to her absolute limit.
Her teleportation distance was getting shorter and shorter. Two or three more jumps max, and she would collapse from exhaustion.
Perfect! Keep it up!
The Ralts was about to beco his personal property!
Watching the imminent capture of the Ralts, the college student felt like he was watching a defiant Psychic Queen being driven into a corner, completely helpless and ultimately forced to submit to his forceful taking. The fantasy was so deliciously erotic that he couldn't stop the twisted, triumphant smirk from spreading across his face.
However... just as the college student was gleefully lost in his sick fantasies, the Ralts—who was visibly on the verge of collapsing—suddenly swerved and fled straight toward the residential zones of Gui City.
It was rush hour right now; people were getting off work, aning the streets were packed with pedestrians.
If a wild, pure white Ralts suddenly popped into a massive crowd right now, it would instantly trigger a massive fucking riot.
The college student imdiately realized how utterly fucked he was. If all his hard work ended up getting hijacked by so random bystander, he would literally cry himself to death.
In a sheer panic, the guy frantically commanded his Scizor to dart ahead and chase her, while he desperately sprinted close behind.
But by the ti he arrived at the residential zone, the pure white Ralts had completely vanished without a trace.
Instead, standing not too far away, was a dumbstruck teenager. In the kid's hand was a Poké Ball, and he was holding a "Starter Pokémon Discount Voucher"—the hallmark of a total Rookie Trainer.
Of course, none of that was the important part.
The most absolutely crucial part was that the basic Poké Ball in the kid's hand was furiously shaking. After rocking back and forth two or three symbolic tis, it let out a definitive Ding~, playing the unmistakable sound effect of a successful capture.
Lorze: ???
College Student: ???
The college student's face instantly turned pitch-black. Although he didn't know what the hell that teenager had just caught, considering the Ralts had fled specifically in this direction, he couldn't help but assu the absolute worst-case scenario.
So, after all that agonizing effort, he had literally served the ultimate prize to so random kid on a silver platter? He was the absolute fucking clown all along?
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