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Pokemon : I Am A Breeder/Champion

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Evan found himself in a Pokémon world, with a bustling city as the backdrop, and he possessed an unbelievably powerful Psychic ability. Have you ever heard of a breeder whose skills surpass those of their Pokémon? Since Evan didn’t have enough money to be a trainer, he had to work as a breeder. But now that he's earned some cash, maybe it’s time for him to become a part-time champion, right? As the saying goes, if a Pokémon can't even beat its own trainer, how could it possibly stand a chance against anyone else? Groudon: At first, I thought this human had a death wish... Then he threw me into space and slammed me back down. Kyogre: I was terrified. He even threatened to toss Groudon and me into Rayquaza's lair. If I couldn’t beat him, I honestly just wanted to flee. Disclaimer All content belongs to the original creator. If the original creator wishes to have it removed, please leave a review below. I found the novel and am sharing it here for personal enjoyment and practice. Support the original author in the Chinese site. Author name: Lillie Original Title: 都市精灵:饲育家的我被迫当冠军
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