Even Lorze didn't expect himself to actually possess the ability to make his wishes co true.
One second he was having a wet dream about a Ralts throwing herself into his arms, and the very next second, a soft little figure genuinely crashed right into his embrace.
When the tiny figure let out a soft "Ralt" cry, Lorze knew his beautiful fantasy had just beco reality.
However, what left Lorze slightly bewildered was that the chubby little figure in his arms refused to have even a single speck of green on her head; her entire body was snowy white.
A pure white Ralts?
He had never heard of a Shiny Ralts coming in this color before!
Could this be a defectively mutated Ralts?!
Or perhaps reality was simply different from the gas, and Shiny colors weren't fixed here but generated at random?
Or maybe this specific Ralts had a genetic mutation, or even suffered from albinism?
If you asked whether Pokémon could get sick, the answer was absolutely yes, except most of their diseases were far weirder than human ones.
But Lorze knew that severe albinism could be life-threatening. Did that an if he raised this Ralts, he'd have to shoulder the massive risk of losing his entire investnt?
Whatever, to hell with the risks. Who cares, when she's a literal Ralts?
Either way, Lorze was absolutely unwilling to choose between a Beedrill and a Breloom. What was the fucking difference between that and being a generic Bug Catcher NPC?
Besides, it wasn't even confird she had albinism. What if it was purely just a randomly generated Shiny color sche?
If Onix could have a Crystal form, why the hell couldn't his Ralts have a Pure White form?
He was keeping her! He absolutely had to raise her!
This was a pure white Ralts, for fuck's sake. Breloom and Beedrill were just trash-tier garbage in comparison!
Lorze looked earnestly into the eyes of the Ralts in his arms, noticing nurous bruises and cuts across her tiny body. It looked like she had just been through a brutal fight.
The Ralts was also staring deeply into his eyes, as if trying to read his emotions to confirm whether he was a massive degenerate pervert or not.
However, before Ralts had the ti to finish her psychic background check, the buzzing vibration of a Scizor's wings flying at high speed echoed from behind them.
That sound startled the absolute shit out of the little Ralts. Without ti to overthink, she frantically slapped the Poké Ball in Lorze's hand, voluntarily sucking herself inside.
Whether Lorze was a horny degenerate or not, Ralts was absolutely unwilling to be captured by the villain behind her. Hell no!
Witnessing this, Lorze was dumbfounded. That was it?
The Ralts had just willingly let him catch her?
Was he seriously not dreaming right now?
Did he actually have the superpower to make his wildest fantasies co true?
In that case... maybe God could just randomly drop a million bucks into his lap for him to spend?
After all, Psychic-type Pokémon were notoriously difficult to raise and burned through cash like crazy!
However, a million bucks didn't fall from the sky; instead, a red silhouette flew over, closely followed by a guy who looked like a college student.
The mont he saw the guy, Lorze's rapidly spinning brain figured out the entire situation.
So the injuries on Ralts's body were caused by them, huh?
In other words, they had been actively hunting his Ralts?
"Hey bro, mind telling what Pokémon you just caught?"
The college guy had now spotted the Poké Ball in Lorze's hand that had just chid the capture sound, and his face instantly darkened.
If you spent half the day exhausting yourself chasing after your future waifu, only to watch her throw herself into another man's arms, you'd look homicidal too!
"Uh... I have no fucking clue either. I was just walking around when a Pokémon popped out and shoved itself into my ball. Maybe it's a shy Feebas?" Lorze played dumb.
"Who the fuck catches a Feebas on dry land?!" The college guy instantly flared up in anger. If you're going to make up a bullshit lie, at least make it believable! Dig a Feebas out of the dirt and show , I dare you!
"If Milotic can live on land, why the hell can't its pre-evolution Feebas do the sa?!" Lorze instantly retorted.
"Heh, are people still having wet dreams about Feebas evolving into Milotic?" the college student sneered. God knows why so idiots still believed Milotic evolved from Feebas. Do they even look remotely similar? Do you people have no fucking self-awareness?
"Uh, is there a slight possibility that Milotic actually does evolve from Feebas?" Lorze tilted his head.
"Give it a fucking rest, how are there still people believing that stupid rumor? Wake up, gambling on that ugly fish is a dead end. How about you transfer that Ralts to , and I'll give you a million bucks? Isn't that way more practical than gambling on a fish?" The college student shook his head, utterly speechless.
Nobody knew exactly when it started, but a rumor began circulating online claiming that Milotic evolved from Feebas.
The only reason this rumor spread was because soone took a photo of a Milotic's habitat that happened to have Feebas living in it, and the Milotic in the picture appeared to be leading a school of the ugly fish.
Because of that single fucking picture, countless Pokémon Researchers poured their lives into studying Feebas's evolution, trying desperately to uncover the link between Milotic and Feebas.
And an unknown number of people bought Feebas, praying they could recreate the myth of Milotic and beco filthy rich overnight.
But what was the actual truth?
The researchers racked their brains, exhausted every thod, even using top-tier Water Stones. They even trained Feebas to have insanely strong combat power, but the ugly fish acted as if it simply had no evolution at all—it didn't do jack shit.
So Feebas literally outlived the elderly researchers studying them without ever evolving.
From then on, the theory of Feebas evolving into Milotic fell apart completely. Nowadays, it's rare to see anyone claiming a connection between the two.
All those Trainers who tried to gamble on the fish lost everything. Feebas was officially branded with the mocking title of "Gamble Fish."
So many years had passed, and the college student never expected soone to still spout the bullshit that Milotic ca from Feebas. Could people stop having such completely unrealistic wet dreams?
Gambling on that fish ruins three generations of wealth. Ordinary guys should just honestly start as Bug Catcher NPCs.
Of course, if Lorze was willing to sell the Ralts, he was absolutely ready to drop a million to buy her.
With a million bucks, an average person could easily raise a pretty decent Pokémon. Relying on that Pokémon to make a living as a Trainer wouldn't be an issue.
On the flip side, as a Psychic-type, the cost of raising a Ralts was astronomically higher than regular Pokémon.
Whether it was Psychic-type Berries, TM moves, or even renting specialized training equipnt—it was all absurdly fucking expensive.
Even if you caught a Ralts, what was the fucking point if you were too broke to raise her?
She wouldn't even be able to evolve into a Gardevoir. You couldn't seriously call a tiny little Ralts your wife, right?
Believe it or not, I'll call the cops on your pedophile ass!
"Uh..."
Honestly, the college guy's words left Lorze a bit dumbfounded.
Not because of the "Gamble Fish" comnt, but rather... he couldn't believe soone was genuinely trying to hand him a million bucks?
Did he really possess the power to make his desires reality?
Sure, transmigrators usually get cheat codes, but shouldn't this be too fucking ridiculous?
But speaking of the "Gamble Fish," he suddenly rembered that the people on Star hadn't actually figured out Feebas's evolution thod yet.
It made sense. No matter how wild a normal person's imagination was, there was no way they'd ever think of the concept of evolving through a "Beauty" stat.
Did that an if he could raise a Feebas to evolution and record the whole process, he'd never have to worry about finding ways to make filthy amounts of money?
Fuck yes!
Why didn't he just pick Feebas as his Starter from the beginning? Why was he wasting ti considering a Breloom?!
Does your Breloom look even half as sexy as my Milotic?
Combat power is totally aningless; being hot is everything!
Besides, who the hell ever said Milotic lacked combat power?
The college student's rant had Lorze seriously considering picking Feebas as his second Pokémon.
However, while Feebas wasn't expensive, literally nobody bought them anymore.
After the whole "Gamble Fish" disaster, who would want one?
And if no one was buying, who the fuck would be selling?
Which ant he probably couldn't even buy a Feebas anywhere. He'd have to look up the location of the Milotic habitat from that famous photo later.
"Well, have you thought about it? A million is more than enough for you to raise a pretty decent Pokémon, isn't it?" the college student asked impatiently.
He firmly believed that dropping a million for a Ralts was totally worth it.
Pseudo-Legendaries were far more expensive, and without serious connections, you couldn't get your hands on them anyway.
anwhile, Gardevoir's power wasn't noticeably lower than a Pseudo-Legendary, and she was far rarer. Spending a million on her was a complete bargain.
It's not like he couldn't afford that kind of pocket change.
"A million, huh? That's definitely a lot of cash, but what does that have to do with my Feebas?" Lorze asked back.
"Stop feeding this bullshit! If it's a Feebas, then let it out and show ! If there really is a Feebas in that ball, I won't say another word and I'll wire you a million right now!" The college student lost his temper. He realized the kid had absolutely no intention of trading.
Who the fuck would be willing to trade away a Ralts?
This made him anxious, insanely anxious. He was fucking losing his mind wanting a Gardevoir to fuck, okay?
As long as he could get a Gardevoir, he was willing to pay any amount of money!
Could anyone understand the pain of having loads of cash and nothing to spend it on?
"Who said my ball contained a Feebas? I just temporarily nicknad this Pokémon 'Feebas'. Do you have a fucking problem with that? If not, I'm heading ho. Kindly don't bother , my mommy told not to talk to strangers." Lorze spewed pure bullshit.
Are you shitting ? What kind of cuck hands over his newly-acquired waifu?
"You stop right there!"
Seeing him try to leave, the college student panicked and shot a vicious glare at his Scizor.
The next second, a red silhouette instantly blocked Lorze's path, placing a giant pincer capable of snapping solid steel right against his throat.
"Oh? The fuck are you doing?" Lorze narrowed his eyes, though internally he wasn't afraid of the threat in the slightest.
"I've been tracking this Ralts for at least a week. Do you honestly think I'll just let you walk away with her?" the college student said with a pitch-black expression.
"First, wild Pokémon don't belong to anyone. Even if you stalked her for your entire pathetic life, it wouldn't an shit. Second, Pokémon are conscious individuals; who she chooses to leave with is her own fucking freedom. Third, this is Hua Nation, not the US. There are surveillance caras everywhere. You should know the legal consequences of a Trainer maliciously assaulting soone, right?" Lorze said casually.
In fact, as Lorze spoke, bystanders had already noticed the commotion and had started gathering around like nosy rubberneckers, pulling out their phones to snap pictures.
In Hua Nation, the laws governing Trainers were exceptionally draconian.
Because Pokémon were far more dangerous than guns and ammo. If left completely unregulated... the chaotic, cri-ridden state of the US was the perfect example.
Word had it that in the US, a male Trainer used his Drowzee to hypnotize another man, locked him in his basent, and... well, let's just say things got extrely gay and non-consensual.
Absolutely terrifying. I guess you really have to hand it to the Aricans for having the wildest fetishes.
In short, Trainers were absolutely, positively forbidden from breaking the law, especially regarding physical assault. If a Trainer maliciously used a Pokémon to hurt soone, even if it was just a minor scratch, they would be stripped of their Trainer license for life.
Because of this, not only was Lorze completely unfazed by the threat, he even deliberately rubbed his neck against Scizor's pincer.
Co on, let's fuck each other up. Unless you're a suicidal outlaw willing to trade your life for mine, the one who loses out will always be you.
But judging by the fact that the college kid could casually toss around a million bucks, he obviously lived an incredibly pampered and privileged life. Would he really be willing to throw away his Trainer status?
So I bet your fucking gun isn't even loaded!
The college student's face darkened to the absolute limit. But just as Lorze said, this was Hua Nation, not the US. The consequences for deliberate assault were brutal, and no amount of money could save you.
So, aside from helplessly watching Lorze walk away with the fruit of his labor, what the fuck else could he do?
But knowing he had busted his ass all week just to prepare the bride for another man—and that bride was his dream waifu Gardevoir—he was boiling with sheer rage!
This grudge... I, Shi Hao, will rember this!
Don't let catch your ass in the wilderness!
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