The battle of the "two" pink devils instantly made Peter and Whitney famous.
Some called it the ultimate strategy for defeating stronger opponents with weaker Pokémon.
Others claimed it was the true "equation of victory."
And of course, there were those who argued that such tactics completely desecrated the spirit of Pokémon battles.
But no matter what people said—
Victory had always belonged to the winner.
After the livestream broadcast, Peter's popularity surged once again, gaining countless new followers.
Yet none of that noise from the outside world mattered right now.
At this moment, he was simply lying on the grass in the backyard of the Pokémon Center… enjoying the quiet night with his Babe.
The two of them lay side by side, fingers intertwined, gazing up at the sky.
"Honey, look at the moon… it's so round tonight…"
"Mm…"
Peter stared at the bright, gentle moonlight, feeling the warmth of her hand in his. His eyes grew distant, as if lost in thought.
Whitney turned her head and kissed his cheek softly. "What are you thinking about?"
Peter's voice came out soft and almost dreamlike:
"The moon rises over the sea,
And from far horizons, we share this moment.
Lovers resent the long night,
Thinking of each other till dawn…"
Whitney froze for a moment.
She didn't fully understand the poem—but she could feel the emotion behind it.
"…Honey, do you miss home?"
"…Maybe."
Peter gently cupped her face.
Under the moonlight, her fair skin shimmered like silver silk. Her slightly chubby cheeks, her soft waist, her long legs, and the alluring curves of her body—
Everything about her…
Had already become his new home.
Not just physically—
But emotionally.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Babe… in a while, come with me to Hoenn."
Whitney blinked. "Hmm? Why?"
"To meet my parents."
"…!!!"
…
Several hours later…
Peter poked his head out from under the blanket, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He couldn't resist giving Whitney a gentle squeeze before tucking her in properly and heading into the living room.
Tomorrow would be the final day of the tournament.
Quarterfinals. Semifinals. Finals.
Three battles in a single day.
He needed to review his team's condition.
After checking their stats, he released Chansey and handed it a Rare Candy.
"Ding. Chansey has consumed Rare Candy. Level increased to 30. Friendship increased to 219. Learned new move: Light Screen!"
"Lucky~!"
Chansey happily pulled out its egg and handed it to Peter, patting his hand as if telling him not to be polite.
"Alright, alright… I'll fry it for breakfast tomorrow," Peter chuckled, ruffling its head.
Then, he opened the mission panel.
…
[Main Quest: Silver Expert — Completed]
Requirement: Reach Silver rank in the arena.
Reward: Selectable held item ×2
…
He had been thinking about this reward for a while.
What exactly counts as "selectable"?
If the system allowed it…
Could he choose legendary-exclusive items?
Like Groudon's Red Orb…
Or Giratina's Griseous Orb…
Those were god-tier items capable of triggering Primal Reversion-like transformations!
And then—
An even crazier thought crossed his mind.
What about Arceus's Plates?
These Plates were fragments from the birth of the world itself, each containing the origin power of one of the eighteen types—
—and also the very essence of Arceus.
By wielding them, Arceus could change its form at will and command absolute authority.
In the games, Arceus could change its type by holding different Plates, even altering its signature move Judgment.
In the anime, it could freely switch between types and become immune to attacks of the corresponding type.
In other words—
With its Plates, Arceus was truly invincible.
Without them…
Its power dropped significantly.
Peter glanced at the Legendary Capture interface.
If I'm going to capture Arceus in the future… why not weaken it now?
"System, I choose the Blank Plate… and the Fist Plate!"
[…]
For the first time—
The system fell silent.
It was like a game freezing mid-load.
Peter frowned. "Can't I choose them?"
After a brief pause, the system resumed.
"Ding. Selection complete. Obtained: Blank Plate, Fist Plate. New main quest issued…"
…
[Main Quest: Gold Expert]
Requirement: Reach Gold rank in the arena.
Reward: Selectable held item ×3
…
"Holy—so it actually works?! And when I hit Gold rank, I can get three more Plates?!"
Peter's eyes lit up with excitement.
He pulled out two irregular hexagonal cards, each about the size of a basketball.
Blank Plate / Fist Plate:
Fragments of the world's origin, containing immense power.
Boosts Normal / Fighting-type moves by 20% when held.
When not held, they can transform into massive stone slabs, increasing ambient energy density and greatly accelerating the growth of corresponding-type Pokémon.
"They can change form too…"
With a thought—
The white and crimson cards transformed into massive stone slabs that slammed onto the ground with a heavy boom.
In the next moment, a dense mist of energy spread throughout the room.
White and crimson energy intertwined, creating a thick, almost tangible atmosphere. There was a steady, overwhelming pressure—mixed with a burning sensation like blood surging through the veins.
Peter rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"…I wonder if I can place these inside the Mimetic Chamber?"
He didn't hesitate.
In a flash, he entered the dream space.
Carefully, he attempted to deploy the Plates.
"Ding. Enhancement-type items detected. Embedding them will significantly increase the load on the dream space. Confirm integration? (Note: This will greatly increase Poké Dollar consumption.)"
"Confirm."
No hesitation.
After the pink devil battle, he had already made another fortune selling Bright Powder and Black Sludge.
His balance was nearing 3 billion Poké Dollars.
This cost?
Pocket change.
"Ding. Blank Plate and Fist Plate successfully embedded into the dream space."
Effects:
Mimetic Chamber: Increased energy refinement and growth speed Training Room: Increased move learning and proficiency gain Simulation Arena: Enhanced training efficiency
New cost: 100,000 Poké Dollars per Pokémon per hour
…
Before Peter could even react—
A massive wave of dense energy engulfed the entire dream space.
It felt as if the environment itself had become solid.
Every movement felt heavier.
He opened his mouth slightly in shock.
The faint mist outside had already felt powerful—
But here?
It had become something almost physical.
The efficiency boost was absurd.
"Profit… this is huge profit…"
The energy was so dense that visibility itself dropped.
Peter couldn't stop grinning.
For his Normal-type-focused strategy—
This was a massive win.
…
He released his Pokémon into the space.
They immediately showed excitement.
Even just lying down and breathing here—
Would naturally increase their strength.
Only when the dream session ended did Peter recall them and return to reality.
Sitting down at the table, he pulled out a notebook and began planning.
Tomorrow—
Group B's advancement match.
His opponents: Valric and Tony.
Both were strong.
Valric excelled in tactics, but his Ghost-type strategies were ineffective against Peter's Normal-type Pokémon—
A small but crucial advantage.
"If I send out Zoroark… it should be an easy win…"
Peter muttered.
"But… I should give my fans something interesting to watch, right?"
He continued writing, mapping out strategies.
As for the other groups—
He believed the teams of Paul & Ash, Nessa & Payton, and Nemo & Zemu would likely advance.
That would set up:
AB Group showdown.
CD Group showdown.
And then—
The finals.
Which meant…his next battle might be against Paul and Ash.
Peter's pen paused.
A faint smile spread across his lips.
"…Now that's something to look forward to."
He leaned forward over the table, writing quietly.
At his waist, the Poké Balls swayed gently—beating in rhythm with his heart.
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