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"Who?" A cold male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Teacher Vladimir asked me to make this call. He said you have a way to unlock the spell ring on Pokémon. I'd like to consult you," Chris said, getting straight to the point.
After obtaining the phone number, Chris had called immediately upon returning to his bedroom.
Hearing the title "Teacher Vladimir" on the other end of the phone, there was a noticeable pause. The coldness in the voice quietly faded. "I have done some research on the spell ring, but I can't solve its problem without seeing it in person."
"It will take me about ten days to return to China. I'll contact you then."
"Uh... I'm sorry, but I have to go abroad the day after tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll return. Let's arrange a meeting when I'm back. How about that?"
Chris had thought the person was in Dragon City and planned to resolve this tomorrow, but it turned out the man was abroad.
Haunter's evolution into Gengar would have to wait.
"Okay," the voice agreed readily.
Only after hanging up did Chris realize he hadn't asked the other person's name. It felt a bit rude. He resolved to ask next time.
Halloween Island.
An island inhabited solely by Ghost-type Pokémon.
The entire island was covered with eerie rocks and plants, perpetually shrouded in fog. Since ancient times, there had been legends of it being an entrance to the underworld.
Internationally, Halloween Island was classified as a Class A dangerous area. Trainers below Gym level were strictly prohibited from entering.
Above this forbidden land, two young men—one tall, one short—walked leisurely. Behind them trailed two Gengars.
"Brother Roy, Dusknoir is about to devour Banette."
"A Totem Dusknoir that perfectly masters the power of Curse. With it, you might win the championship," Alexis said enthusiastically. They had spent months in this dangerous, desolate place, and finally, it seemed like their goal was within reach.
Roy nodded, putting down his mobile phone. "When will Teacher accept students again?" he asked.
Alexis was taken aback and shook his head blankly. "I don't know. Why? Did Teacher call you?"
Roy shook his head slightly and continued walking deeper into the island. "Once we're done here, I'll head back to the country. I'll know more then."
For the next two days, with the protagonist of his handheld game still flying in the sky, Chris's life was unusually monotonous. Aside from attending classes, he spent his time training his Pokémon.
One Pokémon that demanded particular attention was the red Gyarados he had recently acquired. It needed to be re-tamed. As one of the many Pokémon involved in its capture, the red Gyarados wasn't fully convinced of Chris as its trainer. When Chris first released it in the real world, the Gyarados immediately attempted to recreate the Lake of Rage incident.
Prepared for this, Chris summoned his Magnezone—a Pokémon he had acquired at an underground power plant, now responsible for powering his villa.
Chris had equipped Magnezone with the move Thunderbolt.
The moment Thunderbolt struck, it subdued the red Gyarados effectively. Since then, the Gyarados had been obedient, following Chris's commands without resistance, even when caught in Rage.
According to the Pokédex, a Gyarados will obey its trainer's commands if it recognizes them, even in extreme Rage.
Chris had successfully tamed the red Gyarados.
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Recently, Chris had taken a liking to using the red Gyarados as his mount for water races.
With a rope tied securely around it, Chris felt as if he were driving a sea train—speedy yet as steady.
He had to admit, large Pokémon were incredibly stable.
Chris could empathize with the trainer who had ridden a Gyarados in a water race last time, only to be defeated. Mastering water races was no easy feat; even seasoned racers couldn't guarantee victory in every competition.
In addition to training his Gyarados, Chris kept a close eye on the progress of all his Pokémon. He tailored their training regimens to improve specific moves and abilities based on his growing knowledge.
Two days passed like grains of fine sand slipping through his fingers.
The day of the trip to the Breeder camp arrived.
Chris carried a backpack over his shoulders and a lightweight suitcase in one hand. The suitcase only contained a change of clothes, deliberately packed for appearances. His real luggage had been stored in his secret base, ready to be retrieved whenever needed.
The meeting point was the school gate, where they would take a chartered bus to the airport.
Chris arrived early, about half an hour before the scheduled departure, but most of the group was already there.
Theodore's laboratory team had also shown up. Only two students from the lab were participating in the breeding camp.
Over the past two days, Chris had heard that the school was only sending three students to the nursery camp: one sophomore and two freshmen.
Chris didn't know who the sophomore was. As for the freshmen, other than himself, the other participant was Xavier.
When Chris arrived, Xavier was already there, engrossed in a book. Beside him stood his Lucario.
"So, it's already evolved into Lucario," Chris remarked, impressed. He knew that Riolu's evolution into Lucario depended on its level of intimacy with its trainer.
It seemed Xavier had spent considerable time building a strong bond with his Pokémon. Of course, it could also be attributed to the power of the Aura. Those with this power could sense the emotions of living beings, a skill that made cultivating intimacy with Pokémon almost effortless.
Chris couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy.
"Chris!" someone called out.
Turning toward the voice, Chris spotted a dashing man in a brown trench coat carrying a briefcase. It was Theodore. The path leading from the main road to the school gates was lined with students, their eyes filled with admiration as they watched him.
"Professor Theodore," Chris greeted respectfully.
Theodore nodded and advised, "In a moment, join the experimental team."
Chris understood. It wasn't just by chance that Theodore had recommended him to Principal Vladimir.
"So, where are we flying to?" Chris asked, curious.
He knew the Breeders' Camp was being held abroad, but with so many possible destinations, he couldn't pinpoint the exact location.
"The Mayan Forest," Theodore replied.