"The League's rewards have been finalized. Come on—these are all yours now~"
Professor Oak produced a spatial backpack and winked at Peter.
"Considering your personal intentions, the League decided to focus mainly on material rewards. Aside from the official recognition as a Pokémon Professor, you'll receive a ten-billion Poke Dollar research bonus, and one official selection opportunity for any Pokémon Egg at the Kanto Daycare.
"As for the rest," Oak chuckled, "I imagine you don't lack much."
"Ten… ten billion?!" Peter's jaw nearly hit the floor.
He'd expected generosity.
He had not expected this level of generosity.
"Yes. In addition, as a League-certified Pokémon Professor, you'll receive one billion Poke Dollars annually as research funding. You may use it freely. While traveling, you also have authority equivalent to any position below Elite Four level—this serves as protection for our research personnel."
"Good… very good…" Peter glanced at his phone.
The string of zeroes was dizzying.
"Wait—then what's inside the backpack?"
"Your official certificate. Keep it safe. Also, I noticed you've taken interest in Pokéblock production. So I collected advanced and top-tier Pokéblock formulas for you. Oh—and I included a top-of-the-line manufacturing machine."
Peter inhaled sharply.
"Professor Oak… no wonder you're Earth's most beloved Professor."
Oak blinked. "I have no idea what that means, but you should finish your journey soon. Academic research is far more interesting than constant battling."
"Of course, of course…"
After a bit more conversation and exchanging contact details, Oak departed.
Tomorrow, someone would escort Peter to Kanto Daycare to choose his Pokémon Egg.
..
Ding. Achievement Unlocked: 'Pokémon Professor.' Master Points ×1000.
Ding. Incomplete Advanced and Top-Tier Pokéblock Recipes detected. Consume Master Points to complete them?
Peter rolled his eyes.
Was that even a question?
Confirm.
Ding. Master Points ×1500 consumed. Advanced and Top-Tier Pokéblock Recipes obtained.
Advanced & Top-Tier Pokéblock Recipes:
100% crafting success rate. Suitable for Pokémon Level 40–60 and 60–80. Greatly increases chance of producing high-quality variants.
Ding. Host wealth exceeds threshold. Master Dream Box eligible for upgrade.
Upgrade effects:
① Daily Dream Space duration extended to 4 hours.
② Esports Training Room gains auto-practice function (optimizes move selection and proficiency).
③ Simulation Battle Room match enhancement (increased appearance rate of key figures).
④ New Room unlocked: Mimetic Environment Chamber (generates tailored natural environments to improve energy purity and comprehension).
Consume 20,000 Master Points to upgrade?**
The Master Dream Box was Peter's core cheat.
Aside from the lottery function, it was the system's most important feature.
Two hours of daily enhanced training had already been absurd.
Now it could be upgraded?
Peter glanced at his current assets—over thirteen billion Poke Dollars.
Twenty thousand Master Points.
Two billion.
Buy it.
He confirmed.
The Dream Box shimmered in flowing light, its surface transforming into a crystalline, glass-like texture etched with elegant runes.
Peter tossed the certificate and production machine into storage, mood soaring.
He shoveled the rest of his dinner down, grabbed Whitney's hand, and pulled her up.
"Come on, Babe. Time for bed~"
"Ah… okay."
Whitney's cheeks flushed pink.
In her eyes—shyness.
And anticipation.
The door shut with a firm click.
That night, the Indigo League guest bed endured inhumane treatment.
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The Next Morning
Sunlight streamed across the sheets.
Peter's lashes fluttered.
10:30 a.m.
He tried to rise—
"Ugh…"
His neck shot with pain.
Yes.
He'd slept wrong.
Or rather—
He hadn't used the pillow at all.
He was sprawled diagonally across the bed, head at the footboard.
Sometimes—
Getting too immersed makes you lose your sense of direction.
Sitting up slowly, Peter noticed a slender white silhouette at the desk.
Whitney.
Barefoot.
Typing away at the computer.
Her delicate back could barely conceal the fullness before her.
Peter quietly approached.
She was adding subtitles and annotations to his battle videos.
Cute emojis.
Girlish stickers.
Personal touches.
"Hmm… why are there so many female fans…" Whitney muttered, lips pouting.
Yet she still replied to every comment diligently.
Peter's heart stirred.
She always helped him in ways that made his chest ache.
After barely sleeping—
She'd woken early to support him.
He wrapped his arms around her slim waist, leaned forward, and kissed her soft ear.
"Babe, why're you up so early?"
Whitney trembled slightly, melting into his warmth.
"I… I want to help you too~"
"You already help me so much, silly."
His fingers brushed her cheek, trailed down her elegant neck, across her collarbone—
"Hey… it's daytime~!" Whitney's breathing quickened.
"Exactly. The early bird catches the worm."
He sealed her lips.
"Mm~…"
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Half an hour later.
Knock knock knock.
Peter raised his head.
"Who is it?"
A cool, frosty voice replied:
"It's me. Lorelei. Open the door."
Peter looked down at Whitney's dazed pink eyes.
He was about to refuse—
"Open it now, or I'll let myself in."
"W-Wait! Just a second!"
He kissed Whitney quickly, covered her with the blanket, and dressed.
The moment he stepped out—
The door shut with a sharp bang.
Lorelei crossed her arms, icy fury simmering.
"Um… Lorelei… I didn't offend you, did I?"
She stared at him for a long time before finally speaking through clenched teeth.
"I'm staying next door."
"…And?"
Peter froze.
"…These rooms aren't soundproof, are they?"
Her fist tightened.
"What do you think?"
Peter: =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̥̇)
"I'm not a young couple like you," she continued stiffly. "I sleep three hours. Wake up—and then have to listen to—"
She stopped, cheeks faintly pink.
Imagine being a single Ice Queen forced to endure that all night.
"Anyway. Come with me. Let's handle business."
She grabbed his sleeve.
"Wait—wait, Lorelei! What are you doing?!"
His imagination ran wild.
No.
I belong only to Whitney!
Lorelei stared at his overly loyal expression in disbelief.
"You're picking up your Pokémon Egg today. Everyone else is busy. I'm responsible."
"…Then why are we going into your room?"
A vein pulsed on her forehead.
"To get the documents." (▼皿▼#)
Peter: "Oh."
Yes.
This was going to be an interesting day.
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