Chapter 216
Realizing that Volcarona's rationality was on the verge of being completely overwritten,
Lorze's expression darkened significantly.
He didn't have the luxury of time to formulate a tactical strategy to help Volcarona
suppress the Primal Reversion consciousness. He immediately ordered Gardevoir to
retreat to the safety of the shoreline, swiftly disengaged from the Kamisato
mother-daughter pair, and hurriedly scrambled to put his scattered clothes back on.
At this exact moment, the magma pool transformed into an apocalyptic hellscape. As the
crimson, primal markings fully enveloped the fiery cocoon, the entire magma reservoir
began to churn violently. Berserk natural energy violently whipped the magma into a
colossal, molten vortex, desperately channeling an astronomical volume of thermal
energy directly into the cocoon, as if intending to force it to rupture.
The result did not deviate from Lorze's prediction. Once a critical mass of magma had
been absorbed, the cocoon's structural integrity failed under the immense pressure,
violently detonating outward.
In a fraction of a second, massive torrents of magma, supercharged with primal natural
energy, blasted in every direction. A catastrophic, superheated shockwave—capable of
melting practically any known metal— surged forward, causing Lorze's face to darken
even further.
Fortunately, Gardevoir immediately stepped forward, deploying a dense telekinetic
barrier that successfully deflected the incoming thermal wave, allowing them to narrowly
escape incineration.
"It seems our position here is no longer tenable. Gardevoir, can you still lock onto the
exterior coordinates?" Lorze assessed the rapidly destabilizing cavern. Staying here was
suicidal; if the structural integrity of the cavern collapsed, they would all be buried alive.
"Gar! (Negative! The localized natural energy has been catastrophically disrupted by that
power! The spatial fabric here is completely chaotic; executing Teleport is mathematically
impossible!)" Gardevoir shook her head frantically.
"Then stop standing around and fall back through the entrance!" Lorze made an
immediate executive decision, not forgetting to call out to Pheromosa, who had spent the
last three days doing nothing but playing video games nearby.
Even in this godforsaken place with barely any signal, she had been happily grinding
single-player games, nearly draining the three power banks she brought with her.
How the hell can you play games so enthusiastically in an environment this extreme?
Don't you feel the heat?
"Annoying.
"
Pheromosa had been entirely focused on a boss fight. Disrupted by the apocalyptic
commotion, she was forced to abort her run, glaring at Volcarona with intense
resentment.
However, that single glance caused even her traditionally arrogant, dismissive eyes to
narrow with grim seriousness. From that massive, fluttering moth, she actually perceived
a distinct, lethal threat.
Coincidentally, just as Lorze and the others were sprinting toward the exit, the newlyhatched Volcarona immediately locked its targeting parameters onto them. Its crimson
eyes were entirely devoid of reason, completely consumed by the primal urge to destroy.
Without a second of hesitation, it launched a massive Fire Blast directly at their backs.
Before the massive cross-shaped flame even connected, the catastrophic thermal
radiation it emitted was already enough to strike pure terror into Lorze and the others.
The energy signature of that attack undeniably operated at the absolute baseline of the
Champion tier. A single direct hit possessed more than enough destructive yield to
vaporize them all without leaving a trace of ash.
At the critical microsecond, Pheromosa flickered into existence directly in front of them,
executing a devastating kick directly into the core of the incoming Fire Blast.
With a deafening BOOM, the Fire Blast was forcefully shattered by the kinetic impact.
However, the catastrophic thermal energy contained within it violently expanded upon
detonation, continuing to surge forward, threatening to engulf them.
"Hmph!"
Pheromosa frowned. The localized shockwave generated by her kick actually failed to
completely disperse the Fire Blast. Instead, the resulting thermal detonation forcefully
pushed back against her. Mathematically speaking, didn't that mean she had effectively
taken a minor loss in the exchange?
How is it mathematically possible for me to take a loss? Am I rusty from a lack of combat
engagement?
Or has this opponent genuinely scaled to a tier that forces me to fight seriously?
Tch! Just what kind of apocalyptic monstrosity did Lorze provoke this time?! All he ever
does is create massive operational headaches for me!
Pheromosa let out a disgruntled snort, instantly deploying her Ultra Aura, generating a
localized pressure field that successfully violently repelled the incoming thermal wave.
For an Ultra Beast, deploying their Ultra Aura was functionally equivalent to initiating their
"Full Power" mode. It signified she was no longer holding back.
"Pheromosa! That Volcarona has absorbed the power of a Legendary Pokémon! Its
flames are catastrophically potent and possess a 4x super-effective multiplier against
your Bug/Fighting typing! You must absolutely avoid being inflicted with the Burn status
condition!" Lorze shouted his tactical warning while sprinting.
"I' m already burned.
" Pheromosa could no longer maintain her human disguise, instantly
reverting to her true biological form.
A localized, agonizingly intense heat was already actively eroding her leg. It was highly
likely the direct consequence of physical contact with the core of the Fire Blast.
This fire was undeniably anomalous. The temperature was operating at an absurdly
illogical extreme. A mere microsecond of contact was sufficient to inflict a Burn.
Tactically speaking, this meant her physical offensive output had essentially been
crippled.
"Gardevoir! Heal Bell!"
"Safeguard!"
"Skill Swap!"
In a single, rapid-fire sequence, Lorze commanded Gardevoir to apply three distinct buffs
onto Pheromosa. First, purging the Burn status; second, deploying a localized shield toimmunize her against subsequent status afflictions; and finally, swapping her Ability to
Flash Fire, granting her absolute immunity to Fire-type damage. With this tactical matrix
established, her operational capacity should be fully stabilized, right?
Prior to this operation, specifically to counter Volcarona, Lorze had meticulously
pre-loaded several Abilities tailored to neutralize its operational kit.
It was just a pity Pheromosa biologically lacked the capacity to Dual-Wield Abilities;
otherwise, she could have comfortably tanked its attacks while simultaneously
dismantling it.
Lorze initially believed this tactical setup was flawless. But he absolutely hadn't
anticipated that Volcarona had absorbed Primal Reversion energy, nor had he
anticipated just how catastrophically overpowering that energy would be!
Before Pheromosa could even begin complaining that she didn't require his buffs,
Volcarona unleashed a rapid-fire barrage of multiple Fire Blasts.
A single impact instantly shattered the Safeguard barrier. When the subsequent Fire-type
energy struck Pheromosa, not only was it not entirely nullified by the Flash Fire Ability,
but it instantly re-inflicted the Burn status condition upon her.
Pheromosa's mouth twitched violently. There is something fundamentally wrong with
this fire. It acts as if it can incinerate absolutely anything! Are you absolutely certain it
isn't running a cheat code?
This put the inherently Fire-weak Pheromosa in an incredibly agonizing position.
Watching Volcarona spam Fire Blasts indiscriminately, as if energy expenditure were
entirely irrelevant, Pheromosa inexplicably felt a sudden urge to avoid tanking the strikes
physically.
Did she actually flinch???
Realizing this, Pheromosa's expression instantly darkened. Her pride absolutely refused
to accept this psychological retreat. Consequently, driven by sheer, stubborn defiance,
she resolved to clash with Volcarona head-on.
Despite possessing highly potent Special Attack moves in her kit, she stubbornly chose
to ignore them. Operating under the severe physical penalty of a Burn status, she
recklessly forced a close-quarters, physical confrontation against an opponent
possessing a massive type advantage over her. It was the epitome of fighting without
engaging her brain.
Fortunately, the Flash Fire Ability still mitigated a significant percentage of the incoming
damage; otherwise, even possessing two lives wouldn't have been sufficient for her to
survive.
Lorze originally intended to reprimand her for acting so childishly, but Pheromosa had
already executed a high-velocity Bounce, launching herself directly at Volcarona to force
a brutal, close-quarters engagement. The catastrophic kinetic and thermal energies
released by two Champion-tier combatants clashing head-on violently detonated within
the cavern, instantly collapsing the entire subterranean structure.
Lorze's face darkened once more. He completely lacked the time to manage that
stubborn, arrogant Ultra Beast. His absolute priority was evacuating his wives before the
ceiling crushed them.
By the time he desperately scrambled out of the collapsing cavern, Volcarona andPheromosa had literally fought their way through the entire mountainside, violently
tearing a massive hole through the solid rock to burst out into the open air.
The volcanic rock formations shattered like fragile tofu before their catastrophic power.
Watching Pheromosa fight with such absolute, unrestrained fury, Lorze debated whether
he should attempt to de-escalate the situation.
In reality, Volcarona was operating entirely without rational consciousness. Even if left
completely unchecked, it would inevitably burn through its energy reserves and collapse.
There was mathematically zero reason to fight it this desperately...
It was highly probable Pheromosa felt her initial tactical setback had severely damaged
the "invincible" image she had cultivated in Lorze's mind. Therefore, she was absolutely
determined to brutalize Volcarona today to salvage her pride, regardless of the cost.
Fine... let her vent. Since Pheromosa appeared to maintain a slight tactical upper hand, if
she could violently accelerate the depletion of Volcarona's energy reserves, it simply
meant he could throw a Poké Ball and conclude the operation that much sooner, right?
The only tragedy was the collateral damage inflicted upon Mt. Chimney and the
surrounding forest ecosystem. Being systematically ravaged by two Champion-tier
combatants practically guaranteed the entire sector would be reduced to a barren,
scorched wasteland.
Chapter 217
Witnessing Pheromosa operating at absolute maximum capacity, recklessly forcing a
physical confrontation against Volcarona despite a massive type disadvantage, Lorze
finally gained a preliminary understanding of just how catastrophically absurd the
destructive yield of a Champion-tier entity truly was.
Volcarona's energy reserves appeared functionally infinite. It exhibited absolutely zero
tactical energy management, indiscriminately spamming Fire Blast after Fire Blast
directly at Pheromosa on the ground.
When these hyper-condensed energy payloads struck the earth, they didn't merely
generate standard kinetic explosions; the sheer, concentrated thermal output instantly
melted the bedrock, carving massive, cross-shaped craters of molten slag into the
terrain.
Every single flap of Volcarona's wings showered the battlefield with blazing, incendiary
scales. Wherever these scales landed, the earth and the surrounding forest instantly
ignited, rapidly transforming the sector into a sprawling sea of fire.
It literally incinerated everything in its flight path. Within moments, the entire
mountainside within a kilometer radius was engulfed in a raging inferno. Massive
populations of wild Pokémon fled in absolute, terrified panic; those marginally slower to
react were instantly incinerated alive.
However, the localized fires didn't burn for an extended period. The ambient temperature
was so illogically high that all available combustible material was vaporized almost
instantly, leaving behind nothing but the incendiary scales flickering with residual flames.
"Terrifying. It' s genuinely insane that Pheromosa possesses the audacity to force a
physical engagement against that firepower while suffering from a Burn status and a
severe type disadvantage. They're both absolute freaks of nature,
" Lorze clicked histongue in awe.
He observed that Pheromosa's Ultra Aura essentially functioned as an absolute
exclusion domain. Whenever the encroaching flames breached the perimeter of her
domain, they were instantly neutralized—or, to put it plainly,
"blown away.
"
It functioned remarkably similar to Gwen's 'Hallowed Mist' ability from League of
Legends; any offensive output originating from outside the domain was mathematically
incapable of inflicting damage upon her.
Naturally, this absolute defense carried a massive operational cost: sustaining the
domain rapidly depleted her stamina. Therefore, Pheromosa was forced to prioritize a
rapid, decisive resolution. She relentlessly utilized the Flying-type move Bounce to
launch herself into the stratosphere, employing mid-air, double-jump maneuvers—
blatantly defying Newtonian physics— to relentlessly engage Volcarona, repeatedly
violently spiking the moth back down to the earth to force low-altitude combat.
Of course, this tactic was only viable because Volcarona had entirely lost its rationality,
its consciousness consumed entirely by the primal urge to destroy. If it possessed the
tactical logic to intentionally maximize its altitude, Pheromosa ' s vertical leap would
mathematically fail to reach it.
But even accounting for that, Lorze had to express profound admiration for Pheromosa's
sheer, catastrophic combat output. Despite the physical attack penalty inflicted by the
Burn status, and despite fighting at a massive type disadvantage against Primal
Reversion-tier flames, she actually managed to suppress Volcarona and maintain the
tactical upper hand in the short term.
Just how absurdly powerful is she?! Is this genuinely a tier of combat an ordinary
Champion-tier entity can achieve?
"I personally believe you are quite the freak of nature yourself.
" Kamisato Sakurako
watched the apocalyptic clash with absolute, paralyzing shock. Observing the sheer,
reality-breaking power Volcarona possessed, and comparing it to the Elite Four-tier
Pokémon they had brought for this operation, their entire expedition felt like a pathetic,
delusional joke.
Even if Lorze hadn't actively intervened to stop them, their operational strength was
mathematically zero percent capable of capturing Volcarona.
Paradoxically, because Lorze had intercepted them, their expedition wouldn't return
entirely empty-handed. Securing a two-year supply contract for his revolutionary
Pokéblocks was essentially a massive, unexpected strategic victory that could salvage
their political standing.
The only "operational cost" was that for the next two years, they were contractually
obligated to act as his personal, daily sexual relief, obediently feeding him their soft,
"mother-daughter combo meals,
" functionally reducing them to his exclusive property.
However, factoring in the reality that being fucked by him was genuinely incredibly
pleasurable—her lower body was still throbbing with the phantom sensation of his thick
invasion even now—she suddenly found the arrangement remarkably acceptable.
Furthermore, consider the operational reality: Lorze hadn't even reached his 18th
birthday, yet he was about to possess two Champion-tier Pokémon in his active roster.
Coupled with his freakish, generation-defining talent as a Researcher, attempting tocalculate his ultimate future ceiling was mathematically impossible.
A man of this caliber couldn't be found even if you searched the entire globe with a
lantern. They had absolutely zero logical reason not to want to permanently bind
themselves to him.
From this perspective, letting him thoroughly desecrate our bodies... it' s genuinely
debatable who actually secured the better end of the deal.
...
In summary, the two Champion-tier entities relentlessly battered each other before their
eyes for the entirety of the afternoon. During this prolonged engagement, Pheromosa's
stamina was severely depleted, forcing her to tactically disengage twice to sprint back to
Lorze and rapidly consume Pokéblocks to replenish her reserves.
Conversely, Volcarona operated exactly as if it possessed a limitless energy reactor. It
continuously, frantically spammed Fire Blast and Solar Beam, brutally plowing the earth
until the terrain was scarred with thousands of craters, yet its energy output showed
absolutely zero signs of degradation.
Observing this, Lorze could only conclude that a Volcarona operating under Primal
Reversion truly possessed infinite energy. It was no longer reliant on its internal biological
reserves; it could directly siphon and convert the ambient natural energy from the
environment into raw combat output.
Consequently, it only possessed a finite threshold for physical stamina, entirely
bypassing the concept of an energy limit.
Realizing this operational parameter, Lorze ' s desire to capture this Pokémon
skyrocketed. This entity was functionally a localized, infinite-ammo Fire Blast machine
gun!
Furthermore, possessing an innate, permanent Desolate Land weather condition meant it
could instantly fire Solar Beam without requiring a charge cycle. Is there mathematically a
more perfect, self-sustaining artillery platform in existence?!
Lorze silently cheered Pheromosa on, desperately hoping she could rapidly deplete
Volcarona' s physical stamina. He was deeply concerned that if the engagement dragged
on, Volcarona' s consciousness would be permanently, irreversibly consumed by the
Primal Reversion energy. If it crossed that threshold, not even God could salvage it.
Additionally, the catastrophic shockwaves generated by two Champion-tier entities
clashing had already attracted massive external attention.
Forest Rangers actively attempting to clear firebreaks and extinguish the inferno,
alongside opportunistic, heavily armed Pokémon Hunters, were steadily converging on
the perimeter.
Observing the Volcarona radiating light as blindingly intense as a miniature sun, they
instantly associated it with the legendary entity from Mt. Chimney's folklore. Its
overwhelming, terrifying power simultaneously ignited an intense, ravenous greed within
countless observers.
If the opportunity presented itself, who wouldn't want to capture a Legendary Pokémon?
But greed aside, staring at the apocalyptic sea of fire raging before them, their bodies felt
as though they would be instantly desiccated by the super-high temperatures long
before they could even approach. Who actually possessed the operational capacity tostep into that inferno and attempt a capture?
Their only viable option was to pull out their smartphones, silently record the footage,
and upload it to social media platforms to farm engagement.
However, as dusk began to fall, their recordings captured an utterly inconceivable
sequence of events.
After sustaining a relentless, ultra-high-intensity engagement for nearly an entire day,
Volcarona's absurd physical stamina finally breached its absolute limit.
Seizing the opening, Pheromosa delivered another devastating kick, violently
plummeting its massive frame to the earth. This time, it failed to rise.
In a fraction of a second, the eyes of the observing Hunters turned bloodshot with greed.
They desperately wanted to disregard the lethal threat of the inferno and charge forward
to claim the incapacitated Volcarona.
Tragically, before they could even attempt their suicidal charge, two mysterious
silhouettes abruptly teleported directly into the perimeter of the mysterious
black-stockinged Pokémon's (Pheromosa's) domain. Relying on the domain's absolute
protection, they entirely bypassed the inferno, crouching down beside the incapacitated
Volcarona, seemingly exchanging words.
Following a brief interaction, the silhouette resembling a teenage boy casually tossed a
Poké Ball directly at Volcarona, effortlessly securing the capture in a single attempt.
Having completed the objective, the boy grabbed the black-stockinged Pokémon and
instantly teleported, vanishing entirely into the sea of fire, leaving the massive crowd of
Hunters and Rangers staring blankly in absolute, paralyzing disbelief.
It took them several moments to violently snap back to reality. Someone actually
managed to capture a Legendary Pokémon!!!
Holy shit! Who the fuck was that guy?! How did he casually stroll into the
black-stockinged Pokémon's domain completely unscathed?! Does that mean the
terrifying monstrosity capable of beating Volcarona into submission belongs to him as
well?!
When this footage was uploaded to the internet, it predictably triggered an instantaneous,
global meltdown.
First, the public was utterly shell-shocked to discover that a Legendary Pokémon
genuinely resided within Mt. Chimney.
Second, they were even more catastrophically stunned to witness a Legendary Pokémon
actually being captured by a human!
Inevitably, an astronomical volume of analysts and netizens began frantically attempting
to deduce the identity of the mysterious teenage silhouette. Unfortunately, due to the
extreme recording distance and the heavy visual distortion caused by the raging inferno,
discerning his exact facial features was mathematically impossible.
However, one specific detail was absolutely undeniable: the Pokémon standing directly
beside the teenage silhouette bore an uncanny resemblance to a Gardevoir.
Wait a minute... a teenager... and a Gardevoir? Why did those two specific data points
instantly force everyone to associate them with a highly trending, ubiquitous name?
Masaka... could it actually be him again?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He literally just barely survived grinding through theMetropolitan Battle! How the fuck could he possibly possess a Pokémon capable of
beating a Volcarona into submission?!
If it actually turns out to be him, I'll literally livestream myself eating shit!
Chapter 218
The mysterious teenager who captured Volcarona was, naturally, Lorze.
The moment he observed Volcarona's physical stamina definitively crash following
Pheromosa's relentless assault, he and Gardevoir instantly teleported into the kill zone.
Amidst the raging inferno, completely disregarding the severe burns blistering her
black-stocking-clad legs, Pheromosa firmly planted one foot directly atop Volcarona's
fallen chassis, coldly declaring her absolute victory.
One had to admit, this engagement had nearly pushed her to the brink of physical
exhaustion. This was her first time engaging a hostile entity operating with a functionally
infinite energy reactor; the sheer volume of kicks she was forced to execute had nearly
caused her legs to cramp.
If she hadn't actively disengaged mid-combat to sprint back to Lorze and demand
emergency Pokéblock resupplies multiple times, she would have absolutely collapsed
from exhaustion long before Volcarona did.
Fucking hell. I am absolutely never casually deploying into combat for Lorze again. The
jobs he assigns are literally suicidal!
"Pheromosa, excellent work. You endured a lot.
" Lorze pulled her into his embrace under
her deeply resentful gaze, offering warm, heartfelt comfort.
"If you have time for this meaningless chatter, hurry up and throw the Poké Ball,
"
Pheromosa snapped impatiently.
"There's no rush. I need to verify its operational status first.
" Lorze didn't immediately
execute the capture sequence. A Champion-tier entity wasn't something you could
simply lob a Poké Ball at and expect absolute compliance. If he wanted Volcarona to
actually obey his commands, he needed to successfully manipulate its psychology first.
Of course, prior to initiating any psychological manipulation, Lorze had to confirm if
Volcarona's consciousness remained intact. If its rationality had been permanently
overwritten, even if it survived, it would be nothing more than a mindless, disobedient
weapon of mass destruction. Its operational value would be practically zero.
To execute this diagnostic, Lorze synchronized his mental bandwidth with Gardevoir via
Telepathic Resonance, forcefully projecting his consciousness directly into Volcarona's
neural network in an attempt to locate its core sentience.
It was glaringly obvious that Volcarona's mindscape was currently saturated with an
astronomical volume of chaotic, berserk energy. This energy was aggressively eroding
Volcarona's mental stability, systematically overwriting its original consciousness.
If he failed to rapidly establish control over this chaotic energy storm, allowing it to
rampage unchecked through its neural pathways, Volcarona mathematically faced a
near-certain probability of being permanently reduced to a vegetative state.
While Volcarona possessed robust mental fortitude, it fundamentally wasn't a
Psychic-type Pokémon. It lacked the specialized biological mechanics to effectively
regulate this localized mental energy storm. It could only passively endure the chaoticsurges, exactly like a fragile canoe caught in a Category 5 hurricane, constantly teetering
on the brink of catastrophic capsizing.
Fortunately, Lorze swiftly locked onto Volcarona's core presence amidst the chaotic
neural sea. Ravaged by the Primal Reversion energy, its life signature was currently as
frail as a flickering candle flame, nearly imperceptible.
Lorze immediately utilized his and Gardevoir's combined psychic output to construct a
protective barrier, meticulously shielding that fragile candle flame. Simultaneously, he
utilized telepathy to actively stimulate Volcarona's fading consciousness, transmitting:
"Volcarona, do not go to sleep. If you fall asleep now, your existence will be permanently
deleted.
"
Hearing his voice, Volcarona responded, its mental projection adopting the tone of a
mature woman: "You are... the teenager from the subterranean cavern?"
"That is correct. The fact that you recognize my vocal signature implies you perceived
our presence while you were still inside the cocoon, doesn't it?"
"Hmph. If your intrusion hadn't distracted me, I wouldn't have suffered this catastrophic
energy backlash.
"
"We absolutely refuse to shoulder the blame for that. In reality, your operational stability
was already critically compromised before we arrived. At most, our presence marginally
accelerated the destabilization timeline, but the ultimate outcome was mathematically
inevitable. Recklessly attempting to assimilate Primal Reversion energy... do you truly
have a death wish?"
"That is not necessarily true,
" Volcarona refused to concede defeat.
Entities like Volcarona possessed a biological archetype inherently laced with the
majesty of a supreme ruler. Unlike standard wild Pokémon whose sole objective was
mere survival, their ultimate, overarching ambition was to ascend into a true Legendary
existence.
Bestowed with traits that closely mirrored Legendary Pokémon and lifespans
exponentially longer than ordinary species, how could they possibly resign themselves to
mediocrity?
Therefore, if an opportunity to ascend to the Legendary tier presented itself—no matter
how microscopically small the probability of success, or how catastrophically lethal the
risk— they would unhesitatingly dive into the flames to seize it. After all, she was
fundamentally a "moth"; diving into the fire was her biological imperative, wasn't it?
"Fine, let's hypothesize for a moment that we did interrupt your critical ascension. As
compensation, how about I capture you?" Lorze proposed smoothly.
"You classify that as compensation?" Volcarona was instantly dumbfounded. Who
exactly is compensating whom here?
"How is it not compensation? Relying on this brute-force assimilation method, you
mathematically wouldn't succeed even if you tried for another millennium. If you wish to
genuinely harness this energy, you must first completely comprehend its Aura frequency.
Without that fundamental understanding, it will never successfully integrate into your
biology.
"
"Aura? You actually possess the capacity to utilize that?" Volcarona was undeniably
surprised. She naturally comprehended exactly what Aura entailed. It was universallyhailed as the "Eye of God"
— an ability practically impossible for ordinary entities to
acquire.
Anyone capable of mastering Aura essentially secured a guaranteed "Admission Ticket
to the Legendary Tier.
" While it was merely an admission ticket, that alone was enough to
drive any ambitious entity to sheer fanaticism.
In her relentless pursuit of Legendary ascension, Volcarona had exhausted practically
every conceivable methodology. She had desperately attempted to cultivate Aura herself,
but ultimately found herself completely blind in the dark, unable to discover even the
most rudimentary entry point.
The absolute prerequisite for mastering Aura was possessing a guide capable of
transmitting the foundational sensory comprehension. Attempting to figure it out in total
isolation was a guaranteed mathematical failure.
Is Lorze naturally endowed with Aura talent, or did he secure assistance from that
specific Legendary Pokémon, Mew?
Regardless of the origin, she was undeniably, intensely interested in this capability.
"Not only Aura, but I also actively research Life Energy. As long as you agree to become
my Pokémon, I swear I will assist you in realizing your ultimate ambition,
" Lorze, the
Grand Manipulator, initiated his masterclass performance.
One had to admit, his manipulation tactics consistently, flawlessly targeted the core
psychological desires of his targets, making his offers practically impossible to refuse.
Volcarona: "
"
...
As expected, Volcarona fell silent.
She didn't particularly care about the "Life Energy" aspect, as her species inherently
operated on a significantly elevated biological tier. As long as she successfully
assimilated Legendary-tier power, she would naturally cross the threshold into the
Legendary classification.
Therefore, her primary desire was securing the capacity to utilize Aura. Only by mastering
Aura could she genuinely comprehend the fundamental essence of any given matter.
But... as an entity aggressively pursuing Legendary status, how could her immense pride
permit her to submit to becoming someone else's Pokémon?
Wasn't that functionally equivalent to becoming a kept pet?
Setting aside her own pride, even an ordinary human wouldn't willingly submit to
absolute subservience to another, right?
If she became a Legend, yet still had to obediently follow a human's commands... what
kind of pathetic Legend would that be? Her dignity would be completely annihilated!
Lorze naturally deduced her hesitation. This was precisely why he hadn't immediately
executed the capture sequence. He knew with absolute certainty that securing total,
unquestioning submission from a Pokémon of this tier was highly unrealistic.
Therefore, Lorze tactically retreated a step, modifying his manipulation: "A human
lifespan barely exceeds a century, whereas your biological lifespan is incredibly vast. You
have absolutely zero need to fear permanent enslavement upon capture. Once a century
has passed, you are guaranteed to regain your absolute freedom. Why not simply view
this century as a unique, temporary internship within your immensely long life?
Furthermore, I will not demand absolute, unquestioning obedience. As long as youprovide lethal covering fire when I encounter a critical threat, and act as my vanguard
during major tournaments, that is sufficient. During all other operational hours, I
guarantee I will not mandate you to perform any tasks.
"
Volcarona: "
"
...
Volcarona still exhibited lingering hesitation. A century isn't exactly a brief period, is it?
Sensing this, Lorze immediately doubled down on the manipulation: "I do not know how
many centuries you have already lived. But given that extensive timeline, you should
understand better than anyone else exactly how astronomically difficult ascending to the
Legendary tier truly is. If you lack the absolute confidence to secure that ascension within
the next century operating solo... since you ' re mathematically going to waste that
century anyway, why not spend it with me and run a trial?"
Ultimately, Volcarona felt her resolve waver.
She had to admit, while his pitch sounded exactly like a scam artist's pitch, it was
inexplicably, logically sound.
A century was indeed a significant investment of time. But precisely because it was
significant, she absolutely could not tolerate the prospect of spending another century
without achieving a single micro-fraction of progress!
"Can you absolutely guarantee you will teach me how to master Aura?" Volcarona
demanded a final confirmation.
"Of course. I have already successfully cultivated Aura capabilities in another individual,
"
Lorze boasted confidently.
Technically, he wasn't lying. Wasn't his sister's Aura actively awakened under his
supervision?
Even if the primary reason was that Little Ruo possessed an absurdly potent innate Aura
talent to begin with... and the fact that his own Aura comprehension was subsequently
taught to him by Little Ruo after her awakening...
Whatever. The priority is securing the asset with a massive, fabricated promise. I' ll figure
out how to mathematically resolve the logistical issues later~
.
Worst-case scenario, I'll just bribe Mew to assist me. For Mew, manipulating Aura is
literal child's play, right?
"I accept your terms. However, you should be fully aware that a standard Poké Ball
cannot permanently confine me. If I discover you are actively deceiving me, I will
immediately abort the contract and depart,
" Volcarona stated with absolute seriousness.
"Deal~
,
" Lorze's lips curled into a victorious smirk.
It was true that Pokémon operating at or above the Elite Four tier possessed the raw
kinetic output to manually shatter a Poké Ball's containment matrix. However, he
obviously wasn't going to provide her with an opportunity to execute that.
With the operational contract finalized, Lorze established a preliminary bond with
Volcarona. This link allowed him to actively channel his own mental bandwidth to
stabilize her frail, flickering consciousness.
Subsequently, he carefully guided Volcarona's consciousness to exert a
counter-pressure against the chaotic Primal Reversion energy, finally allowing her to
slowly regain administrative control over her physical frame.
The crimson, primal markings scoring Volcarona's exoskeleton gradually receded,withdrawing beneath her carapace, remaining dormant until the next active trigger
sequence.
Simultaneously, Volcarona's oppressive Champion-tier aura rapidly deflated, stabilizing
back at the Elite Four tier. Her baseline biological tier was strictly Elite Four; it was solely
the violent influx of Primal Reversion energy that had forcefully elevated her output to the
Champion tier.
This clearly illustrated just how catastrophically potent and volatile that energy truly was.
Until she could mathematically guarantee absolute administrative control, initiating that
trigger sequence again was highly unadvisable. Otherwise... she ' d likely just force
Pheromosa to violently suppress her all over again.
Following the stabilization, Lorze presented the Poké Ball to Volcarona. She gently
tapped the capture mechanism and was seamlessly digitized into the capsule.
Volcarona successfully secured!
Chapter 219
Another day passed.
Volcarona, her bare feet pressing down in deep humiliation against Lorze ' s primary
weapon—which was currently coated in a sticky, slippery fluid—felt utterly disgusted!
The mere thought that this repulsive instrument had completely filled her depths ignited a
violent urge to brutally crush his filthy appendage beneath her heel.
Over the past forty-eight hours of relentless copulation, the newly humanoid Volcarona
had completely lost track of whether she was actively training her Aura perception or
simply drowning in sex. She only knew that this human physiology was essentially the
biological incarnation of pure lust. It was agonizingly hyper-sensitive; just a few strokes
of friction were enough to make her desperately want to squirt.
The sensation was so overwhelmingly euphoric that Volcarona accidentally plummeted
headfirst into absolute depravity. Entirely losing her capacity for rational thought, she
violently rode him for over two consecutive days, grinding until her legs completely
turned to jelly.
She was a virgin who had lived for several centuries! Yet her innocence had been
ruthlessly claimed across species lines by a human teenager! It was the ultimate
humiliation!
Absolutely unforgivable!
Yet, ultimately, she aborted the urge to crush him. This wasn't merely because she was
reluctant to abandon the mind-melting pleasure his filthy weapon provided. It was
because, following the euphoric climax, she genuinely realized her sensory perception
had achieved a higher resolution; her attunement to Aura had undeniably sharpened.
Motherfucker! It actually fucking works?!
This was glaringly obviously a manipulative scam designed to fuck her! How could it
mathematically be this effective?!
Does this imply she genuinely has to engage in frequent, cross-species bestiality with
Lorze moving forward?!
Cross-species!!!
Volcarona's face flushed a brilliant, furious crimson, nearly suffering an aneurysm fromsheer anger. Yet ultimately, she took a deep breath, remounted him, and ruthlessly
began to drain him dry once more.
Dammit... why does it feel so fucking good... how is it mathematically possible to feel this
good?!
No... I'm going to... I'm going to lose my balance and fall off again!
After continuing this relentless pounding until the third day, Volcarona finally retreated to
huddle with Pheromosa, actively engaging in video games.
These two members of the "Centuries-Old Hag Club,
" who had literally been trying to
murder each other just days prior, inexplicably found a massive surplus of common
ground.
Granted, their topics of conversation essentially revolved entirely around cursing Lorze
for being absolute, irredeemable trash, cursing his manipulative lies, and cursing him for
being a hyper-degenerate beast who wouldn't even spare a moth.
Pheromosa coldly scoffed, noting that a moth was nothing. That bastard wouldn't even
spare her, despite her possessing explicit cockroach biological traits! He is the definition
of a terminal pervert.
Volcarona felt an intense wave of profound empathy. Thus, the two bonded over their
shared trauma, becoming deep-seated 閨蜜 (besties)...
However, despite their endless complaining, whenever Lorze summoned them for joint
bedtime servicing, they still gritted their teeth and climbed obediently into his bed~
.
Is this the legendary psychological phenomenon known as 'Tsundere'?
...
In summary, developing Volcarona's Aura perception wasn't an operational objective
that could be accomplished rapidly. Much like Ditto attempting to decode the Aura
signature embedded in the Rainbow Wing, the required timeline for mastery was
mathematically projected to be measured in years.
During these past few days, the Kamisato mother-daughter pair had officially dismissed
their accompanying entourage, sending them back to Japan, and officially initiated their
"two-and-a-half-year" contract as Lorze's dedicated bed-warmers.
To preemptively neutralize the possibility of the mother and daughter wiping their mouths
and permanently severing ties after the two-and-a-half-year contract expired, Lorze
specifically deployed Gardevoir to Trace the Cute Charm Ability. He then thoroughly,
systematically "infected" both the Kamisato and Qiao mother-daughter pairs.
Now, his psychological imprint was permanently, irrevocably embedded deep within their
mental oceans. It was mathematically impossible for them to ever forget him~
.
Regarding the Kamisato mother and daughter, he absolutely refused to ever release
them. Setting aside the fact that he was psychologically incapable of discarding women
he had already utilized and allowing other men to claim them, their specific political
identities possessed immense operational value.
A royal mother-daughter pair not only held supreme collectible value but also possessed
massive geopolitical manipulation potential.
Lorze had seriously analyzed the logistical viability of actively backing their ascension to
power, installing them as his personal puppet empresses to seize shadow control over
Japan. From there, he could aggressively propagate Sinocentric cultural dominance,perhaps even rewriting their national textbooks and historical narratives~
.
He had already successfully executed Phase One of this operation: fully converting the
mother and daughter into his absolute, devoted slaves. The only remaining operational
obstacle was systematically neutralizing their political adversaries within the Japanese
government to clear the path for their ascension.
Lorze obviously couldn't execute this operation publicly. If he did, it would be explicitly
classified as a Chinese national blatantly interfering in foreign sovereign affairs.
Therefore, he was currently evaluating the strategic necessity of cultivating a covert,
dark-ops syndicate exclusively loyal to him to handle assassinations and political
sabotage.
However, an operation of that magnitude required a long-term developmental timeline.
The immediate, absolute priority was returning home.
Thus, Lorze ' s massive entourage systematically packed their gear and officially
commenced the return journey.
Prior to departure, Little Ruo specifically requested a massive surplus of Poké Balls from
her brother, utilizing them to capture and package numerous wild Pokémon that had
grown affectionately attached to her during their stay.
Premium species like Lurantis, Snivy, Steenee, and Hatenna were excellent acquisitions;
Lorze fully supported her expanding her roster with them.
But wasn't this girl being a little too indiscriminately inclusive? Why the hell did she waste
a Poké Ball on a Magikarp?!
That specific species possesses an agonizingly prolonged maturation cycle, and the
variance in individual genetic potential is catastrophic. Some low-tier specimens are
practically devoid of sentience and remain incapable of evolution for their entire lifespan.
This is exactly why Gyarados is considered highly formidable, yet Magikarp is universally
ignored by the market.
Why the fuck are you bringing that dead weight along?
But miraculously, upon hearing his critique and assuming Little Ruo was going to
abandon it, the Magikarp became so violently enraged that it instantly triggered a
rage-fueled evolution directly into a Gyarados on the spot!
Who the fuck said it couldn't become a Gyarados?!
Lorze: "
"
...
Fine. You win. Take it. Just take it.
Seriously, just how insanely devoted were these Pokémon to Little Ruo? To guarantee
they could follow her, they were literally willing to force a mid-conversation, rage-induced
hack evolution.
Is this genuinely the legendary Viridian Mind, hailed as the 'Child of the Forest'?
Are you absolutely certain it isn't the 'Fuckgirl Mind'?
...
Following these minor logistical interruptions, Lorze and his entourage finally crammed
themselves into the confined sedan, initiating the levitating "rollercoaster" sequence for
the flight home.
However, the Qiao mother-daughter pair did not accompany them. Having discovered a
massive cache of intact Pokémon-world technology within the Team Magma Hideout,they were obligated to officially report the findings to the national government. They
intended to leverage this massive contribution to forcefully reclaim a portion of their lost
political authority.
Lorze and his team didn't linger, continuing their high-speed transit.
However, analyzing their current flight trajectory caused Lorze to fall completely silent.
Gardevoir was actively, deliberately deviating from the optimal route. It was glaringly
obvious she intended to execute another flyby of the withered treehouse she used to call
home.
Reflecting on this operation, Lorze felt a deep pang of guilt toward Gardevoir. During this
expedition, both he and Little Ruo had secured catastrophic operational gains. Yet
Gardevoir had essentially functioned as nothing more than a highly-geared taxi driver.
Not only had she failed to locate the mother she desperately longed for, but she also
hadn't achieved a single micro-fraction of an upgrade to her combat parameters.
Grinding relentlessly for a solid month with absolutely zero tangible return on investment
— claiming she wasn't experiencing deep psychological disappointment would be a
blatant lie.
Unfortunately, this was an operational vector where he lacked the capacity to provide
significant material assistance. They could only rely on sheer statistical probability and
continue searching over time.
Therefore, Lorze didn't utter a single word to correct her unauthorized course deviation.
As her Trainer, how could he possibly deny her this tiny, sentimental indulgence?
He desired her success more intensely than anyone else. If Gardevoir successfully
located her mother, didn't that mathematically grant him the opportunity to secure the
ultimate "Mother-Daughters Trio Combo Meal"?
Therefore, Little Togepi, where the hell is your legendary blessing?! Crank the output to
maximum!
"Gar? (What is that?)"
Just as Lorze was contemplating this, Gardevoir, who had just piloted the vehicle directly
over the airspace of the withered tree, suddenly experienced a massive telekinetic spike,
her emotional state instantly surging with violent, overwhelming excitement.
A microsecond ago, as her psychic radar swept the terrain below, she distinctly detected
a silhouette residing within the ruined, hollowed-out trunk. And the biological Aura
radiating from that silhouette was agonizingly, unmistakably familiar!
That was... her mother's Aura?!
Chapter 220
Gardevoir couldn't quite believe the Aura signature her telekinesis had just intercepted.
She frantically forced the levitating sedan to execute a rapid descent, and without even
waiting for Lorze to ask for a sitrep, she anxiously teleported directly into the hollow
treehouse.
Inside, a green Gardevoir lay resting on top of the animal pelts, her eyes closed in quiet
slumber.
This place used to be her warm, cozy little home. While cramped, it provided genuine
warmth.She used to have two daughters. Her eldest daughter, Lanlan, was highly rebellious,
stubbornly insisting on venturing out into the world alone to forge her own path.
Her youngest daughter was incredibly obedient, harboring a profound curiosity about the
world and an absolute, absolute dependence on her mother.
However, the good times didn't last. The invasion of a ruthless squad of Pokémon
Hunters didn't just burn her home to ashes; it forcefully separated her from her
daughters.
Ever since fleeing this territory, she couldn't even calculate how much time had passed
since she last returned.
She had absolutely no intel on her youngest daughter's current operational status, nor
whether she possessed the capacity to survive in the brutal wilderness.
She worried endlessly about her youngest daughter's safety, knowing with absolute
certainty that prior to their separation, her daughter was nowhere near mature enough to
survive independently.
She clung to the desperate hope that her youngest daughter would eventually navigate
back to this coordinate to search for her. Therefore, she stubbornly refused to abandon
the site, repeatedly returning to maintain a holding pattern, even though every return
carried the catastrophic risk of being ambushed by that Hunter squad again.
Even though logic dictated the mathematical probability of her youngest daughter
surviving alone in the wilderness was microscopically low, and her endless waiting was
highly likely destined to yield zero results.
But what could she do? She was a mother.
No matter how astronomically slim the hope, a mother could never simply abandon her
child.
Thus, she had braved the immense risk to return here once again. She simply couldn't
set her heart at ease, terrified that if her daughter finally returned one day, she might be
ambushed by those Hunters.
However, to Gardevoir's mother's immense surprise, upon returning this time, she didn't
encounter a single trace of the Hunter squad. She had maintained her holding pattern for
several consecutive days without triggering any hostile encounters.
Could it be that the Hunters, after suffering multiple failed capture attempts, finally
decided to abandon this sector?
Or... did her daughter return while she was away, fall into their trap, and they departed
satisfied with their catch?
Gardevoir's mother noticed that the animal pelts inside the treehouse had explicitly been
cleaned. It was mathematically impossible for items left abandoned for months to
accumulate zero dust.
Did her daughter genuinely return here?
If so, what was her current operational status? Had she been captured by those vile
humans?
Gardevoir's mother possessed zero actionable intel. She could only anxiously maintain
her holding pattern, desperately yearning to catch a glimpse of her daughter's silhouette.
She waited in agonizing silence for several long days. Although she had encountered
absolutely nothing, she was fully prepared to maintain this holding pattern indefinitely...As another night descended, Gardevoir's mother lay down in solitude, continuing her
seemingly endless vigil.
But just before she drifted off to sleep tonight, a sudden wave of telekinesis swept over
her physical frame. Imbedded within that psychic frequency was an incredibly,
unmistakably familiar mental signature.
Gardevoir's mother snapped her eyes open instantly. In the next microsecond, a pure
white silhouette teleported directly into the center of the treehouse.
Upon seeing this pure white member of her own species, Gardevoir's mother
experienced a moment of profound confusion. Her initial thought was simply that this
female was breathtakingly beautiful, but she definitively didn't resemble her daughter.
It wasn't until the pure white Gardevoir violently threw herself into her embrace that she
finally realized... they really do say girls change completely when they grow up...
"Gar! (Mother!)"
White Sasha violently buried herself in her mother's embrace, completely incapable of
suppressing her overwhelming emotion. Reverting entirely to her "mommy's girl"
persona, she clung tightly to her mother, tears streaming down her face.
"Gar? (Are you... my daughter???)"
Gardevoir's mother was equally paralyzed by disbelief. Did her endless waiting genuinely
yield a reunion with her daughter?
But why does this daughter look so fundamentally different from my expectations?
Setting aside the anomalous coloration, how did she manage to grow to the exact same
physical maturity as me so rapidly?
"It' s me.
" Sasha initiated a direct telepathic link with her mother. No matter how
drastically her external morphology shifted, her core mental signature remained
permanently immutable.
If her older sister could successfully identify her utilizing her psychic signature, her
mother naturally possessed the exact same capacity to verify her identity.
"Sasha... it really is you! How did you transform into this form?" Gardevoir's mother
immediately, joyfully authenticated her daughter's psychic signature. The external
morphology of the Gardevoir lineage could be counterfeited, but their unique mental
frequencies were absolutely impossible to forge.
"That is a very long story. Ever since we were separated...
" Sasha began debriefing her
mother on her operational history.
From the paralyzing confusion following their initial separation, to the sheer terror of
isolation, the trauma of being ambushed by wild Pokémon, and the agonizing fear of
being hunted by hostile humans—experiences that had literally drained the color from
her biology.
Until she eventually encountered the absolute most important person in her entire life. It
was he who violently dragged her back from the abyss of near-death, and even
successfully located her older sister for her.
She recounted every major milestone to her mother. She deliberately downplayed the
severity of each event, skimming over the trauma with light, casual phrasing.
But Gardevoir's mother understood perfectly well how brutally unforgiving it was for an
unweaned infant to face the wilderness alone. Listening to her daughter's debrief, shecouldn't help but hug her tighter and tighter, as if desperately trying to retroactively
soothe the terror her daughter had endured.
However, when she heard her daughter casually mention that her Trainer had also
successfully located her older sister, her expression became exceptionally bizarre.
You can even track someone down like that?
So, combining the data points... it wasn't my daughters who were lost all along. My
daughters were happily living together perfectly fine; I was the one who was actually lost
the entire time?
"Mother, my sister and I were both deeply worried about your operational status. We
hope you will come live with us so we never have to be separated again,
" Sasha stated
with absolute seriousness.
"Alright. Mother will stay with you. However... if I understood your debrief correctly, both
you and your sister are currently captured by humans, correct?" Gardevoir's mother
abruptly shifted the conversation's trajectory.
"To be precise, we mutually selected each other. Are you highly concerned about this
parameter, Mother?" Sasha asked. Could it be that her mother had suffered so much
trauma from Hunters that she had developed a terminal hatred toward all humanity?
"It's not that I'm overly concerned. I merely want to clarify: to coexist with humans, does
your mother also need to undergo the capture protocol?" Gardevoir's mother pinpointed
the core operational issue.
You must understand, every single Gardevoir must navigate the "no-horny" phase of
their Ralts biology. That deeply ingrained "no-horny" ideology doesn't magically vanish
upon evolution; rather, it exponentially amplifies their inherent caution when selecting a
Trainer.
Gardevoir are classified as the Embrace Pokémon, the embodiments of pure emotion
and absolute devotion. The moment they lock onto a target, they will pour their entire
emotional bandwidth into that individual, unconditionally embracing every aspect of their
existence.
Even if they later discover their chosen partner is a heinous criminal or an absolute,
irredeemable degenerate, they will absolutely never betray them. They will simply remain
by their side, constantly attempting to guide them back to righteousness, while silently
enduring the agonizing torment of a guilty conscience.
Therefore, to definitively prevent anchoring herself to the wrong individual, Gardevoir's
mother couldn't simply agree to follow her daughter blindly. This was a fundamental
matter of biological principle.
Even though she logically acknowledged that any human capable of passing her
daughter's rigorous selection criteria likely wasn't fundamentally evil.
But aesthetic and moral standards vary wildly between individuals. Just because her
daughter approved of him didn't mathematically guarantee she would approve of him.
Therefore, a comprehensive field test was absolutely mandatory.
"I understand your parameters, Mother. In that case, permit Lorze and I to undergo your
testing protocol together!" Sasha's demeanor instantly shifted to absolute seriousness.
Since her mother escalated this to a matter of fundamental principle, she could no longer
simply side with her mother. She would align herself absolutely with her Trainer,subsequently engaging her mother in combat, defeating her, and securing the capture!
She absolutely refused to allow her mother to slip away again. She was determined to
live happily with her entire family, and to achieve that objective, she was fully prepared to
initiate kinetic force against her mother!