Now this was great—none of his Pokémon wanted this Ultimate treasure. For the first time, Julian felt that being too wealthy wasn't necessarily a good thing. After all, his Pokémon had each used at least two Ultimate treasures.
It was safe to say that ninety-nine percent of the trainers in this world would go their entire lives without even seeing what a Ultimate treasure looked like, let alone using one.
Basically, trainers who could become Champions were, more or less, lucky enough to have obtained at least one Ultimate treasure.
But using so many had made his own Pokémon picky about them.
"Slow~"
Slowking: "There's one Pokémon that would be a good fit."
Just as Julian was about to put the Fragrant Mud into the system space, thinking that if nothing else worked, he would just trade it for another Ultimate treasure—
Slowking suddenly chimed in.
"Who?"
Julian looked at Slowking. Could it be that Slowking wanted to use its authority to force one of the Pokémon to take this treasure?
Dragonite and the others seemed to think the same. They immediately took several steps back, clearly afraid of being forced by Slowking to use the treasure.
They could refuse to give their trainer face. But they couldn't refuse to give Slowking face.
Julian: (￣∠￣)?
"There's still one Pokémon you haven't released," Slowking said.
Julian froze. 'No way.'
"1, 2, 3, 4… 16—none missing. They're all here."
Julian's Pokémon—his main team and his secondary team—totaled 16. This count didn't include Zekrom, Reshiram, Slowking, Magearna, or the three little ones.
Slowking pointed to Julian's belt.
'The belt?'
Julian touched his belt and was taken aback—he actually felt a Poké Ball he didn't recognize.
Looking at the Poké Ball in his hand, Julian was completely confused. When had he gotten another Pokémon? How did he not know?
He looked at Slowking. Slowking wore an expression that clearly said: you'll know once you open it.
So Julian opened the Poké Ball.
Pop!
The Pokémon inside appeared before Julian.
"Milo~"
Julian stared at Milotic in surprise. "How are you here?"
Milotic gave him a resentful look. This scumbag—after capturing it, he barely paid attention to it.
Sensing Milotic's thoughts, Julian felt a bit awkward and explained, "Well, it's just that my mother really likes you..."
Milotic had been captured by Julian in the Technological Ruins (Chapter 727).
The reasons for capturing it were simple: first, Milotic was extremely rare and beautiful, and second, it was at the peak of the Pseudo-Champion level.
However, after capturing it, Tina grew very fond of this Pokémon. So, Julian left it in the backyard pond and never carried it with him.
Since Milotic wasn't raised by Julian, even if he provided it with resources and helped it reach the Champion-level, the system's Main Quest wouldn't be completed.
The Main Quest required Julian to personally raise six Champion-level Pokémon, not simply capture one at the peak of the Pseudo-Champion tier or one that was already a Champion.
Trying to exploit this loophole in the system was clearly impossible.
Since his mother liked Milotic and the system didn't recognize it as being raised by him, Julian simply left it in the backyard pond.
Though he rarely managed it directly, the Pokéblocks Milotic ate were all provided by Julian, just like for his other Pokémon.
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Pokémon: Milotic (Water)
Level: 90
Potential: Blue
Ability: Cute Charm
Held Item: None
Gender: Female
Moves: Splash, Wrap, Tackle, Water Gun, Water Pulse, Disarming Voice, Twister, Aqua Ring, Attract, Life Dew, Dragon Tail, Recover, Aqua Tail, Safeguard, Surf, Rain Dance, Coil, Hydro Pump
TM Moves: None
Egg Moves: None
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Known as the most beautiful Pokémon, Milotic's charm was undeniable. At this moment, it was looking at Julian with a resentful look, making even Julian feel like he was not a good person.
"Slowking, why did you bring it out?"
Milotic's Poké Ball had suddenly appeared on his belt. This could only have been done by Slowking—otherwise, how would it have known that Milotic's Poké Ball was there?
"Slow~"
Slowking: "It's just one step away from becoming a Champion."
The Primal Secret Realm was filled with treasures and opportunities. It would be a shame if a Pokémon like Milotic, so close to becoming a Champion, missed out on this secret realm.
So even without Julian's consent, Slowking recalled Milotic into its Poké Ball and conveniently placed it on Julian's belt.
"Its potential hasn't reached that level yet, but that's not a problem."
Milotic had Blue-grade potential, meaning the maximum it could reach was the peak of the Pseudo-Champion tier. Only Purple-grade potential Pokémon could become Champions.
Among Julian's current Pokémon, aside from Pawniard who recently joined, all the others had Purple-grade potential—and Metagross even had Gold.
Even Pawniard, with Julian's investment of resources, had already reached Blue-grade potential.
"I'm sorry, Milotic. I've been neglecting you," Julian said sincerely, with an apologetic expression.
He had fallen into a misconception: even though Milotic wasn't raised by him personally, and even after it reached the Champion-level, it wouldn't count toward the system's quest requirement for "personally raised" Champion-level Pokémon.
But quest aside, the fact remained that the number of Champion-level Pokémon under his command would increase, and his overall strength would grow.
Julian, this heartless guy—not only was he careless with women, but he also didn't spare his Pokémon. But he knew exactly how to coax them. Right after apologizing, he immediately handed the Fragrant Mud to Milotic.
"This suits you best."
It was clearly a treasure that none of his other Pokémon wanted. If even one of them had shown interest, it wouldn't have been Milotic's turn.
Milotic, on the other hand, was moved to tears, like someone who had waited bitterly for the male lead, silently supporting him from behind, even sending cards and takeaway meals to the male lead's girlfriend.
Then one day, the male lead suddenly broke up with his girlfriend, came looking for her, and said that the one he truly loved had always been her.
Metagross: 'How did a Pokémon with this level of intelligence even reach the Pseudo-Champion tier? Shouldn't it have died from sheer stupidity long ago?'
Even Julian found it somewhat unbelievable—he hadn't expected Milotic's emotions to be soothed so easily.
As a fellow female, Slowking—just look at her.
"Slow?"
Slowking: "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing, nothing! I was just thinking about how beautiful Milotic is. I must have been blind before."
"Miii~"
Hearing Julian's praise, Milotic suddenly felt a little shy. Then, an intoxicating fragrance began to emanate from its body.
Salamence: "Have my kids!"
Garchomp: "I like you!"
Duraludon: "My wife!"
Dragonite: "Are you guys trying to steal my future wife from me?"
Seeing the four acting strangely, Julian realized that the Fragrant Mud was starting to take effect.
Looking at the other Pokémon, he noticed that all of them were gazing at Milotic to some extent.
After consuming the Fragrant Mud, Milotic was now exuding a constant aura of charm. If it were to use Attract now, no Pokémon would be able to resist.
Watching his several Dragon-type Pokémon being clouded by lust, Julian didn't make a move—he neither tried to wake them up nor recalled the stunningly charming Milotic back into its Poké Ball.
Dragon-type Pokémon inherently had stronger desires than those of other Typing.
Dragonite, Garchomp, Salamence, and Duraludon each had a voice in their heads screaming at them to possess the Milotic before them and make it bear their offspring.
While the other Pokémon were also affected, it wasn't as intense as it was for these four.
Pokémon like Lucario and Kartana weren't affected at all.
Even the usually simple-minded Arcanine showed no reaction.
Time passed second by second. After three minutes, Dragonite and the other three dragons were breathing heavily, their eyes glowing red.
The temptations in their minds were like nightmares, relentlessly tormenting their willpower.
"Milotic, use Attract," Julian said softly.
Milotic understood Julian's intention and playfully winked at the four dragons.
Even without using Attract, Milotic's innate charm, enhanced by the Fragrant Mud, had nearly brought the four dragons to their knees.
Now, with Attract in play, the effect was explosive.
The first to lose control was Salamence.
"Sal!"
"You're mine!"
Salamence roared, its face twisted with ferocity, eyes brimming with overwhelming desire as it rushed straight toward Milotic.
"Salamence, stop!"
Julian's voice suddenly echoed in Salamence's mind, injecting a sliver of reason into its desire-clouded consciousness.
Salamence's body halted, but the struggle on its face grew more intense. It wanted to rush forward, but its trainer had ordered it to stop.
At this moment, Salamence was like a man imprisoned for ten years who, upon release, would find even a sow attractive—let alone a stunning beauty batting its eyelashes at him.
How could it hold back? Yet its trainer had told it to stop. It didn't want to disobey, but its physical desires burned like wildfire.
Dragonite, Garchomp, and Duraludon were also enduring with great difficulty.
Just then, Duraludon began walking toward Milotic, its face filled with the same intense desire as Salamence's.
"Duraludon, stop!" Julian's voice rang out again.
But Duraludon seemed not to hear, taking step after step until it walked past Salamence.
Salamence watched as Duraludon step by step approached the "goddess" in its heart, and its simmering desire was now mixed with a hint of jealousy.
How could it let that guy get there first?
Thus, desire completely overpowered reason.
Seeing Salamence and Duraludon rush toward Milotic, Julian's expression instantly turned cold.
"Aggron, take them down!"
Take down?
Take down who?
Of course, Salamence and Duraludon.
Aggron had already been standing beside Milotic. Upon hearing Julian's command, it stepped forward, just as Salamence, with its speed advantage, swiftly overtook Duraludon.
Salamence's eyes were fixed only on Milotic, but suddenly its view was blocked by Aggron, and the anger in its heart flared violently.
Aggron's left arm clamped down, pinning Salamence firmly under its armpit.
Duraludon was similarly pinned under its right arm.
Even though both Pokémon were at the peak of the Elite-level, Aggron was a Champion, unmatched in defense and strength.
Their struggles and attacks felt like mere tickles to Aggron.
Salamence tilted its head back and fired a Hyper Beam directly into Aggron's face.
Duraludon used Crunch, biting down hard on Aggron's forearm.
But it was useless. Completely useless.
Bang!
With a powerful squeeze of its arms, Aggron slammed both of them hard into the ground.
Then, it followed up with a Mega Kick,sending Duraludon flying.
And a heavy Stomp landed squarely on Salamence's back.
Those actions instantly snapped Garchomp back to reality. Seeing the miserable state of Salamence and Duraludon, it felt a surge of relief that its willpower had been strong enough—otherwise, it might have ended up as one of them.
Glancing at Dragonite beside it, it saw that the big guy had already regained its usual goofy and honest expression.
Dragonite had been raised by Julian from an Egg, sharing an extremely deep bond with him. It had also experienced Julian's early days as a trainer, and the battles it had gone through went without saying.
Milotic's innate charm combined with Attracthad indeed affected Dragonite, but far from the point of making it lose its reason.
As for Garchomp, this guy's willpower was strong to begin with, so at the final moment it had resisted Attract.
But Salamence and Duraludon had failed to hold on.
The reason was quite simple.
Starting with Salamence—it had also been raised by Julian from Bagon, but by that time Julian was already an Elite, so there had basically been no chance for Bagon to take the field.
Even after it evolved into Shelgon and then Salamence, the battles it experienced along the way were few, and it had never once faced a truly evenly-matched fight.
Moreover, during its time as a Bagon, it was essentially spoiled and doted on by Julian and Dragonite.
That kind of upbringing was equivalent to a rich kid who had never experienced any setbacks. To expect it to have extremely strong willpower was obviously asking too much.
The fact that it could stop midway after hearing Julian's voice was already commendable.
Duraludon's situation was similar. It hadn't been with Julian for very long—just a few years—and it also hadn't experienced life-or-death battles or extensive combat. So, it was understandable that it was bewitched by Milotic.
Besides, Milotic was at the peak of the Pseudo-Champion tier, far surpassing Salamence and Duraludon in strength.
Understanding was one thing, but a lesson still needed to be taught.
If they encountered another opposite-sex Pokémon with Fragrant Mud,Attract, and stunning looks in the future, would they still react this way?
Beating them once so they would remember was also for their own good.
Julian recalled Milotic into its Poké Ball. Having just absorbed the Fragrant Mud,Milotic couldn't yet control its newly amplified charm and was radiating an overwhelming allure at all times.
And this charm didn't discriminate between friend and foe.
After being thoroughly beaten by Aggron, Salamence and Duraludon had regained their senses.
Seeing Julian's expression so cold that it could freeze over, the two Pokémon felt extremely uneasy.
They had never seen their trainer this angry before.
It wasn't just them—even the other Pokémon felt a bit intimidated by Julian in this state.
Celebi and Jirachi even covered each other's mouths, afraid that breathing too loudly might draw Julian's ire.
Arcanine tucked its tail between its hind legs.
Steelix buried its head in the ground, playing ostrich, and kept repeating in its mind: "You can't see me, you can't see me."
"M-Mel…"
Melmetal nervously whispered to Lucario beside it, "Is he really angry?"
"Luca~"
Lucario nodded. Since its aura was connected to Julian's, it was very clear that Julian was truly furious.
Looking at the two disappointing fellows—Salamence and Duraludon—even Lucario felt like giving them a good beating.
Salamence and Duraludon watched Julian nervously, not at all displaying the slightest trace of their former might; they looked like children who had done something wrong.
When they thought back to their own behavior just now, they felt it was only right for their trainer to be angry. Even they themselves felt they had been extremely disappointing earlier.
Not only had they been captivated by beauty, but in the end, they hadn't even paid attention to their trainer's words.
"You two aren't even as good as Pawniard."
Julian pointed at Pawniard. Among everyone here, it had the lowest level, yet this fellow had extremely strong willpower, and it was precisely because of this willpower that it had been captured by Julian despite only having Green-grade potential.
Hearing Julian's words, the two felt even more ashamed.
They had thoroughly embarrassed themselves today. Not only was their trainer angry, but they were sure to be teased by their companions for a while, becoming the butt of their jokes.
Julian looked at the other Pokémon trying to hold back their laughter and said coldly, "Is it that funny? Aside from a few of you, can any of you honestly say you weren't tempted by Milotic's Attract earlier?"
His gaze fell on Tyranitar, Garchomp, and Dragonite. Among these three Pokémon, the latter two had regained their senses at the last moment—otherwise, they might not have fared any better than Salamence and Duraludon.
"Hmph!"
Looking at the three Pokémon, Julian snorted coldly.
The three shuddered slightly, knowing Julian was referring to them.
"Slow~"
Slowking walked over. "Alright, don't be angry. Milotic is so beautiful, and they've experienced so little—it's only natural for them to be tempted. If they weren't, Milotic would feel hurt."
Hmm… when put that way, it was hard to argue against it.
"Why can't you all learn from me? Keep no women in your heart."
Hearing that, all the Pokémon were instantly speechless.
'You may claim to have no women in your heart, but you're surrounded by them—you're just a scumbag.'
But no one dared to retort Julian at this moment.
"From now on, all of you will have to face Milotic using Attract for an hour every day. What are you looking at? I'm talking about you—the ones who were tempted earlier. You know who you are."
Julian glared unhappily at Salamence, Duraludon, Dragonite, and the others who had been swayed earlier.
Unexpectedly, he had inadvertently discovered their shortcoming.
And this shortcoming, if one was not careful, could even become a fatal flaw.
"From now on, Milotic will be a full member of our team."
Since Milotic was needed to train Salamence and the others to resist temptation, Julian certainly couldn't treat it as just a tool Pokémon—so he simply added it to his main team.
With its level, Milotic was more than qualified to become one of Julian's main Pokémon.
This made the hearts of Julian's main Pokémon sink slightly—another competitor had arrived, and a remarkably strong one at that.
However, in terms of depth and foundation, Milotic certainly couldn't compare to Dragonite and the others. It didn't even match up to Salamence, who was considered a second-team member.
"Especially you two—"
Looking at the two Pokémon exuding an air of dejection, Julian's initially harsh tone softened.
"Alright, no need to look so down."
He patted Salamence and Duraludon, his expression warming as he said, "I believe you won't be like this next time."
The two Pokémon nodded heavily.
Salamence: "If I ever do this again, I'll… cut the balls myself."
'Damn.'
Duraludon looked at Salamence in shock.
Bro, you said something that ruthless—how was I supposed to respond?
Duraludon took a deep breath: "I'll do it too—twice."
Salamence: "I'll do it three times."
Duraludon: "Four times."
"Five times."
Julian was initially taken aback by Salamence's ruthlessness toward itself, but then these two idiots actually started competing over it.
And could you even cut a second time after the balls were gone?
He looked at the two of them helplessly.
Forget it, whatever.
Feeling mentally drained, Julian walked over to Arcanine: "Lie down."
Although the dog was puzzled, it still obediently lay down.
Julian then leaned against Arcanine's belly, shifting a bit to get comfortable, resting on the dog while the grass cushioned him from below.
"Slowking, let's rest here today."
Although the sun hadn't yet set, it was already a little past four in the afternoon, and he didn't feel like continuing the journey.
The environment of this grassland was pretty good anyway, so they might as well rest here for the night.
"Slow~"
Slowking nodded: "What are we eating?"
"Anything's fine, just more meat. I'm so hungry from dealing with these guys."
Shouldn't anger suppress hunger? Julian's appetite seemed to defy logic.
Slowking didn't buy Julian's nonsense.
"Gen~"
Gengar appeared before Slowking, who then started pulling ingredients out of its belly.
When the Primal Secret Realm first appeared, Slowking knew Julian would enter it sooner or later, so it had bought a lot of ingredients with Love and stored them in Gengar's belly.
Since they didn't know how long they would be staying, a large stock of ingredients had also been prepared in the system space.
Judging from the currently known size of the Primal Secret Realm, Slowking was quite relieved that it had purchased enough ingredients—otherwise, they would have had to leave the realm midway through exploration just to restock.
As soon as Slowking began preparing to cook, the two "chopping assistants," Kartana and Pawniard, immediately stepped forward.
Aegislash: 'I guess I was mistaken after all...'
Lucario and Melmetal went together to gather firewood.
Steelix pulled its head out of the ground and, seeing that meal preparations were already underway, was secretly glad.
Fortunately, it had been clever enough to bury its head underground at the first sign of trouble.
"Cos~"
Nebby, having slept for most of the day, woke up drowsily in Julian's arms.
It looked around in confusion—how had it gone from being comfortably at home to suddenly being in a grassy plain?
But the energy here felt so nice.
The energy within the Primal Secret Realm was even more suitable for Pokémon growth than that of Top-tier secret realms. This was also why there were so many Pseudo-Champion level Pokémon in this realm, along with the five revered as Kings.
As long as Pokémon stayed in this secret realm, even if they did nothing but absorb its energy, as long as their potential wasn't too low, they would achieve at least pseudo-Elite tier.
"It seems I really haven't seen any Pokémon here with potential below Green," Julian muttered to himself.
Earlier, Julian had encountered a swarm of hundreds of thousands of Beedrill. At the time, he used his Probing Eyes—though he didn't scan every single one, every Beedrill he saw had potential no lower than Green-grade.
Green-grade potential meant the highest limit was pseudo-Elite.
For a Beedrill swarm to have minimum Green-grade as potential was truly remarkable when you thought about it.
The fact that even Beedrill had such high potential was likely due to the energy of this realm.
If you stayed in this secret realm for a long time, your strength would increase, and naturally, you would give birth to offspring even more outstanding than yourself.
With each generation surpassing the last, their potential would naturally rise, and the likelihood of powerful individuals appearing would be much higher.
Late at night, Julian was sleeping soundly in his tent when he felt someone gently pushing him. Soon after, Slowking's voice sounded by his ear.
"Slow~"
Slowking: "Wake up, wake up."
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Julian squinted his eyes, looking somewhat dazed as he looked at Slowking in front of him.
"There's something going on outside."
Slowking pointed toward the outside of the tent.
'Something going on? Something really is happening? Could it be that some powerful Pokémon has come to attack?'
Thinking this, Julian's spirits lifted slightly. He glanced at Celebi and Jirachi sleeping peacefully beside him but decided not to wake them.
Then he looked at Nebby and couldn't help but smile. The little guy, who slept for most of the day, was now wide-eyed, staring at him curiously.
"So you're awake?"
With a smile, Julian picked up Nebby, who let out a soft cooing sound.
He opened the tent and stepped outside with Nebby in his arms.
Once outside, he noticed all his Pokémon were awake and looking in the same direction.
No Pokémon was attacking?
Puzzled, Julian walked over and patted Arcanine, signaling it to move aside. With all of them blocking his view, he couldn't see what was happening ahead.
Arcanine immediately nudged aside, pushing Lucario out of the way and clearing a space.
"Whoa, so many Bulbasaurs."
Julian finally saw what Slowking meant by "something going on outside."
In the distance, thousands of Bulbasaur and Ivysaur were marching forward, led by a Venusaur.
Using his Probing Eyes, Julian scanned it and found this Venusaur was at the early-stage Pseudo-Champion level.
Behind this Venusaur followed dozens more Venusaur, about ten of which were at the Elite-level, while the rest were pseudo-Elites.
Clearly, this was a Venusaur tribe—large in numbers and exceptionally strong in power.
If he captured their main force and their leader, he could establish a brand new Grass-type family in an extremely short time in the outside world.
It was only the second day since entering the Primal Secret Realm, and Julian had already seen four Pseudo-Champion-level Pokémon, not to mention the even larger number of Elites.
To say that Elite-level Pokémon were everywhere might be an exaggeration, but their numbers far exceeded those in a Top-tier secret realm. If an Elite Trainer truly entered this secret realm, the chances of survival wouldn't be high.
"It's the middle of the night—are they planning to raid someone else's home?" Julian wondered, confused.
Although some Grass-type Pokémon, like Shiinotic and Vileplume, preferred to move around at night, the vast majority of Grass-types generally avoided nighttime activity due to the lack of sunlight.
At the very least, the Venusaur line didn't fall into that category.
Yet now, Julian saw thousands of Bulbasaur and Ivysaur marching toward a certain direction under the lead of Venusaur.
His first instinct was that they were planning a night raid—sneaking up on an enemy tribe under the cover of darkness.
"Slow~"
Slowking: "Your intelligence peaked at graduation and has been in a state of continuous decline ever since."
The words were clearly mocking Julian.
"Oh, oh! I remember now—they're probably heading to evolve."
After being reminded by Slowking, Julian suddenly recalled this detail, realizing his earlier guess was completely off.
"It's not my fault—I've already graduated, and the fact that I can still remember this kind of useless knowledge is pretty impressive," Julian explained.
At Imperial University, Trainer exams included not only practical tests and mission assessments but also written exams covering various aspects of Pokémon knowledge.
Julian even began to suspect his "photographic memory" skill was fake. Wasn't it supposed to mean never forgetting? How did he almost forget just now?
Photographic Memory: 'If it weren't for me, would you even have remembered?'
"Let's follow them and take a look."
Julian recalled most of his Pokémon, leaving only Metagross, Slowking, and Arcanine.
He and Slowking mounted Arcanine and quietly trailed behind the Bulbasaur group.
"Slow~"
"What about Celebi and Jirachi? Are we just leaving them behind?" Slowking asked.
"They'll be fine."
Julian said nonchalantly.
One was a Pseudo-Champion, and the other was a First-class Legendary—their strength spoke for itself. If you were fooled by their usual behavior and appearances, you'd be the one to suffer in the end.
"Don't follow too closely!"
Julian tugged at Arcanine's big head. He had told it to follow secretly, yet it was practically blending into the Bulbasaur group.
Strangely, even though the Bulbasaur at the back of the group had noticed them, they showed no signs of panic.
After giving them a curious glance, they simply continued following the group.
Julian used his Probing Eyes to observe these Bulbasaur and Ivysaur. There were dozens with Cyan-grade potential, and even three with Blue-grade.
With nearly ten thousand Bulbasaur and Ivysaur, the appearance of several dozen Cyan-grade ones would be absolutely impossible in the outside world or even in a Top-tier secret realm.
A Cyan-grade potential Pokémon was a one-in-ten-thousand rarity. In a typical Pokémon tribe of around ten thousand, there might only be one Cyan-grade individual.
But here, that probability had increased dozens of times.
This also served to verify Julian's earlier speculation: the potential of Pokémon in the Primal Secret Realm was indeed far higher than in Top-tier secret realms.
Or perhaps the energy here had the effect of improving Pokémon potential.
If this secret realm were to be fully developed, the number of Elite-level Trainers in Drakoria could experience an explosive increase.
After following them for about two hours, Julian checked the time—it was already past 2 a.m.
As the leading Venusaur came to a stop, the entire tribe halted as well.
"Saur!"
The lead Venusaur let out a low call, and in the next moment, the dozens of Venusaur around it echoed in response.
"It's starting."
Julian took out a camera, ready to record this spectacular scene.
The phenomenon of Bulbasaur and Ivysaur evolving collectively in the wild had long been discovered, but it was the first time he had witnessed it on such a massive scale. This made it particularly meaningful to document.
As the Bulbasaur and Ivysaur began to glow with blinding white light, their sheer numbers caused the light to converge, illuminating half the night sky.
Some Pokémon sleeping in the grass suddenly noticed the sky brightening and felt dazed, wondering if dawn had come much earlier than usual today.
After taking a closer look: 'Damn, why is only this side of the sky bright while the rest remains dark, with stars still twinkling?'
Looking again: 'Oh, it's the Bulbasaur and Ivysaur evolving collectively again.'
This kind of event happened every few years in the Horseshoe Plains.
Although it was annoying to have their sleep disturbed, there was nothing they could do—the leader Venusaur was too powerful, and the Venusaur tribe in the Horseshoe Plains was definitely not a tribe to be messed with, both in terms of strength and numbers.