Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth

The Whitmore family heir, who had just been kicked and slapped twice, was filled with rage, grievance, helplessness, and unwillingness—but in the end, he could only obediently apologize to Julian.

He understood all too well what Julian represented. And it was now clear that the Whitmore family's supposed backer, Rowan, was firmly on Julian's side.

If he didn't apologize—not to mention whether the Whitmore family might collapse—he himself was certainly finished. Even if his father was the family patriarch, after this incident, his status as heir would likely be stripped. If things went really badly, he might even be exiled from the Whitmore family.

And once he lost the Whitmore family's protection, a spoiled young master like him wouldn't last long in the outside world. Countless people who had grudges against him—previously held back only by his status—would jump at the chance to destroy him.

"Young Master Walker, I'm sorry!"

The Whitmore heir dropped to his knees before Julian without the slightest hesitation.

Unless someone was a complete idiot, anyone in this situation would apologize.

As for pride? Such things meant nothing when weighed against status and survival.

Julian said nothing. From beginning to end, he hadn't even taken the Whitmore heir seriously.

He turned toward Rowan and smiled. "So, what did they offer to get you here?"

In terms of status, Julian and Rowan were equals—both heirs to top-tier families.

Julian was helping the Thornton brothers purely because they were vassals of the Turner family, and the Turners were his maternal relatives.

But for Rowan to be helping the Whitmores—surely it wasn't for the same reason?

On the Whitmore family's side, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief. Though Julian hadn't said anything like "I forgive you," the fact that he remained silent meant he wasn't planning to pursue the matter further.

"They have a piece of Blue Ice," Rowan explained.

"Ah, no wonder," Julian nodded.

Blue Ice was a treasure just one tier below the Ultimate Ice-type treasures. For a mid-tier family like the Whitemores to possess such an item was incredibly rare.

"Though it looks like I won't be getting it after all," Rowan said with a helpless smile.

His entire purpose in coming here was to help the Whitmores secure control over Intermediate Secret Realm No. 60 for the next five years.

He'd already defeated the Turner family's eldest son, making victory all but certain.

But unexpectedly, the Thornton brothers had brought Julian with them—at this point, the outcome was obvious.

Still, Rowan was puzzled—was Julian connected to the Turner family or the Thornton brothers?

"My maternal grandfather is Harold Turner," Julian explained, seeing his confusion.

"Ah, I see. So the Turner family is your mother's side. No wonder your Pokéblocks are so good," Rowan said, suddenly understanding everything.

In truth, Rowan was much like Julian—he didn't pay much attention to the intricate relationships between aristocratic families.

Rowan only knew about Julian's father and grandfather, since both were extremely famous. As for who Julian's mother was and which family she came from, he honestly had no idea.

If he had known about the connection, he wouldn't have come in the first place.

Harold Turner was one of the top breeders in Drakoria, and Top-tier breeders were even rarer than Champions.

"Here."

Julian handed Rowan a vial. "You know what it does."

The Turner family was, after all, his maternal relatives. Since they had asked him for help, he naturally had to see it through. But Rowan was also his good friend—he couldn't let him walk away empty-handed after losing out on the Blue Ice.

"Then I won't be polite."

Rowan grinned and immediately slipped the vial into his pocket.

He knew exactly how potent this stuff was. Maybe soon, he'd have another Pokémon with Blue-grade potential.

In just a few words, the two had settled the matter of who would control the Intermediate Secret Realm No. 60 for the next five years.

The Thornton brothers looked visibly excited.

They never expected the Willow family heir to know Julian—and to be on such good terms with him. Dean even sensed a hint of deference in Rowan's attitude, as if he didn't dare offend Julian.

"So, how about a battle? My Abomasnow has just broken through to Pseudo-Champion," Rowan challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Among the younger generation of Pseudo-Champion-level trainers, he had very few rivals left. Julian was the one opponent he most wanted to defeat.

"Sure."

Julian nodded.

A Pseudo-Champion Abomasnow was indeed a worthy opponent.

"Young Master Willow, Young Master Walker, the battlefield is ready," said the Whitmore family patriarch.

The two followed him to the arena, accompanied not only by the Thornton brothers but also by numerous Whitemore family members—both young and old.

A battle between two Pseudo-Champions was a rare sight, especially when both trainers were so young.

As the protective barrier activated, Rowan sent out his Abomasnow.

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Pokémon: Abomasnow (Grass/Ice)

Level: 81

Potential: Blue

Ability: Snow Warning

Held Item: Never-Melt Ice

Gender: Male

Moves: Ice Punch, Leer, Mist, Powder Snow, Razor Leaf, Aurora Veil, Leafage, Ice Shard, Icy Wind, Swagger, Ingrain, Wood Hammer, Blizzard, Sheer Cold

TMs: Protect, Water Pulse, Magical Leaf, Rock Tomb, Earthquake, Avalanche, Hail, Bullet Seed, Brick Break, Stomp, Bulldoze, Snowscape, Chilling Water

Egg Moves: Leech Seed, Growth, Ice Beam, Double-Edge

Note: Enhanced by the Ice Core—Ice-type moves power increased by 20%

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The aura of an early-stage Pseudo-Champion was unmistakable. And thanks to its ability, snow began to fall across the battlefield the moment Abomasnow appeared.

The Snow Warning ability was like Tyranitar's Sand Stream—once mastered, the Pokémon could control its weather effect at will.

Abomasnow recognized Julian and gave him a nod of greeting before its expression turned serious. Its Snow Warning ability intensified, and thick snowflakes began swirling violently across the battlefield.

Julian reached for a Poké Ball at his waist, but Rowan suddenly called out:

"Don't send out Moltres."

Abomasnow was quadruple weak to Fire. If Julian used Moltres—who was already a higher level—this wouldn't be a battle. It would just be Abomasnow volunteering for abuse.

'Fine, I'll pick a different one.'

Julian moved his hand to another Ball.

"And no Metagross either!" Rowan shouted again.

Metagross was even stronger than Moltres, so it was also banned.

Julian: (艹皿艹)

'Since when did this guy become so shameless?!'

Wasn't this supposed to be a proper battle? Now even which Pokémon he could use was being dictated?

Even Abomasnow looked slightly embarrassed by its trainer's antics.

"How about sending out Slowking?" Rowan suggested.

"F**k off."

Julian shot him a glare. Slowking wasn't even at the Elite-level. And more importantly, it was his caretaker, not a fighter.

"Gehehe~."

Suddenly, Gengar emerged from Julian's shadow, throwing a few air punches as if warming up. Then it looked at Julian, clearly volunteering for battle.

"Alright, go ahead then," Julian nodded.

"Gen~"

Gengar grinned mischievously and dove headfirst into the battlefield, slipping straight through the protective barrier.

A white Gengar, paired with gentle falling snow from the sky—if you added a paper umbrella, the scene would have been pure art.

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