Moonlight spilled through the window, washing across the worktable.
Silas held a lens-like precision tool and carefully released a single drop of Earth Vein Stalactite Essence into a vial fixed within the apparatus.
The solution he was attempting to create was a relatively standard breeder formulation- a gentle developmental tonic meant for newly hatched Pokémon.
Though mild in effect, the ingredients required were rare.
Families of status often secured a dose for their heirs' partners.
Because the medicine was universal.
It didn't matter if the Pokémon was a pseudo-legendary or a common Route beginner ,regardless of typing, it could be used.
Research had shown:
Two identical Pokémon
one administered the tonic, one not–
The medicated one consistently performed better.
Energy control: 10%+ improvement
Physical resilience, skill comprehension, leveling efficiency: 3–8% increases
In short.
Those who didn't receive it began life already behind.
Silas had only learned of this "open secret" after becoming a junior member of the Breeders' Guild.
Ordinary trainers never even heard whispers of such things.
The League's information barriers for the lower ranks were absolute.
He shook the thought away.
Having not crafted medicine or Pokéblocks for over half a month, his hands had grown rusty.
"Puff… gurgle…"
The muddy yellow mixture in front of him went into the analyzer.
Deviation detected.
Silas sighed.
"Definitely rusty. I'll warm up with Pokéblocks first."
The essence was too precious to waste on practice failures.
His modified formula and enhanced with Ground-type compatible materials which was intended specifically for the Sandile eggs.
.....
He moved to another table and assembled his Pokéblock machine.
This unit had been issued by the Breeders' Guild in Rustboro , a benefit granted to registered junior breeders.
Four modular components clicked together, each handling a stage of refinement.
Boxes of Berries and specialty materials were unpacked and it was staples he stocked whenever visiting black markets, since Guild facilities were rare outside major cities.
Preparation complete.
He began.
Impurities removed.
Pulp crushed.
Finely ground.
Separated, recombined.
Spices added.
Mold simulated.
Dried and hardened.
Within minutes-
A basic Pokéblock formed.
Dark-type in appearance… but lighter in tone.
A custom blend.
Tailored for Murkrow.
70% Flying optimization
30% Dark balance
Enhanced with Speed and Kinetic berries
Because Murkrow's Flying affinity exceeded its Dark alignment.
Perched by the window, Murkrow watched hungrily.
"Kraa…"
"Alright- Alright ,it's yours."
The command was barely spoken before a black blur swooped down.
Snack secured.
Silas continued producing customized batches for:
Umbreon
Crawdaunt
Sharpedo
Muscle memory returned quickly.
Hands sped up.
Technique sharpened.
Within two hours, hundreds were complete and yet this only covered 3–4 daysof food for four Pokémon.
With Berry stock nearly halved, he finally resumed medicine work.
....
Sharpedo's Water aptitude exceeded its Dark alignment especially with his Aqua Jet, where he even outperformed Crawdaunt.
The two frequently sparred and exchanged techniques, their overlapping typings fostering rivalry and growth.
Silas sighed while grinding materials.
"Thunder Fang… Ice Fang… Fire Fang…
Shame there's no Aqua Fang."
He powdered a Walrein fang, intending to strengthen Sharpedo's biting and Ice Fang compatibility.
He powdered a Walrein fang, intending to strengthen Sharpedo's biting and Ice Fang compatibility.
Next came processing the Blastoise shell fragments.
All sourced from elite Pokémon level 40 or higher.
Creatures strong enough to dominate entire regions…
yet ultimately reduced to commodities.
Such was reality.
....
Hours passed.
Stars brightened overhead.
Silas watched intently as the final catalyst entered the vial.
The cloudy mixture reacted instantly.
Liquids that resisted blending moments before now fused as if alive.
Three minutes later.
A deep blue potion with faint gray undertones emerged.
He tested a drop.
Analyzer results scrolled.
Perfect.
...
He approached the portable pool in the corner.
"Sharpedo, drink this."
The aquatic predator stirred, baring teeth instinctively
Then relaxed at the sight of him.
Silas tossed the bottle.
CHOMP
Bottle and all.
Glass crunching.
Silas facepalmed.
"…Of course. Living up to the 'tyrant of the sea' reputation."
Moments later, Sharpedo drifted into sleep.
When it awakened , A Transformation will be awaited.
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(End of chapter)