Could Erika, a one-episode anime nobody, drop an exclusive card?
Viridian's top beauty—elegant, stunning, with a face and figure that slap, bubbling with charm. But she feels like a pretty vase.
Her ace Bellsprout? Without evolving, it's all dodge, no power—mid-tier at best.
Evolve it? Loses the speed-dodge edge.
Overall, Erika's strength is meh.
Jiang Feng figured any card she dropped would be budget-tier.
Lost in thought, he accidentally blocked the path of the debuting idol squad.
The girl group halted, glaring.
"Rude jerk, blocking my way won't make me glance twice!" Erika sniffed, chin high with elegant disdain.
With her drop-dead looks, pickup stunts like this were old news.
But a small-town simp? Not her type. Her goal? The stars and seas.
The cheerleader girls chirped their outrage.
"Scram!"
"Don't block the road!"
Scram?
Jiang Feng froze, irritation flaring.
What's that supposed to mean?
Viridian's top beauty? So what?
Telling me to scram?
Does Spikemuth's Jade-Faced Prince not get respect?!
"Scram? I'll roll in the sheets with your miss, but not outta here!"
"You—you jerk!"
Publicly teased, Erika fumed, glaring at the shameless punk.
"Nah, I've only got two eggs—can't be a jerk!" Jiang Feng shot back. "You're hot, great figure, stacked and curvy, but you're missing one thing."
His honest praise cooled her anger a bit. Curious, she asked, "Missing what?"
Jiang Feng's eyes burned, like he saw through her. Erika fidgeted, smoothing her skirt, a flicker of guilt crossing her face.
"You're missing a man you'll never snag—like me!"
How shameless do you gotta be to say that?!
Erika scoffed, "Missing a man? Pfft!"
One split-leg stretch, and guys line up to simp!
"Exactly! I'm the man you'll never get!"
With righteous swagger, Jiang Feng spun, stashed his Swinub hooves in system storage, and strutted off.
Erika's here for the Spikemuth Gym, and as gatekeeper, he'd see her again.
First meet? Can't let her think he's chasing.
Sea King Rule #3: Never confess, never reject, never commit!
"Miss, you okay?"
"That guy's a creep—wasted his pretty face!"
Erika waved it off. "Just a jerk trying to get my attention. You guys head to the Gym—I'm hitting Uniqlo…"
"No way! The family said to stick by you!"
"Enough, stop tailing me!"
How am I supposed to buy spicy lingerie if you're hovering?!
"Miss…"
Meanwhile, Jiang Feng polished off lunch, feeding Combusken 12 secret-recipe, ultra-spicy Swinub hooves.
Clucky was stuffed.
With training gains, Combusken's physique bulked up, growing nearly 10 cm taller.
Ahem—height, not size.
Standard Combusken? 0.9 meters. His? Over a meter!
Weight spiked too, looking buffer.
Unlike Pokédex stats, real-world Pokémon vary by individual, like people's heights and builds.
Bigger size, bigger appetite—slightly.
Good news—eating's a blessing.
More energy, faster growth.
With Trainer commissions rolling in, Jiang Feng wasn't sweating food costs.
Eat up, full plates guaranteed!
But the cash? Not that much.
Rich kids splurge on premium Energy Cubes and fancy items to speed training—his stash would vanish quick.
Rich rely on tech, poor rely on mutation!
Jiang Feng? Soft-rice diet and system grinding, earning sky daddy's approval!
Gotta snag more sugar mamas—this allowance barely covers a foot massage.
No choice.
This life, he's stuck eating off his face.
Thankfully, the Proficiency system's got his back. As long as his Pokémon grind, growth's top-tier!
Plus, a little verbal sparring with Combusken?
Proficiency go brrr.
Jiang Feng gazed at the sky—blue, cloudy, vibes.
"Clucky, nice sunny day, huh?"
"Bawk!"
Combusken burped, sprawling on the grass, sunning its belly.
Chill mode: ON.
Suddenly, Jiang Feng turned, staring at Combusken with creepy eyes.
Silent.
Combusken shivered, feeling a chill, and glared back.
What you looking at? Never seen a hotshot Combusken?
"On such crisp air, you fart? Got any public decency?!"
Combusken blinked, fart?
No way.
Just a burp, swear no fart!
Jiang Feng clutched his chest, dramatic. "You're denying it? The grass is yellowed from your stink!"
"Hydrogen sulfide levels hit 4.2%—0.1% from explosion point!"
"With you as a natural spark, we're one toot from a boom!"
"I told you—protect the environment, fight greenhouse gases, it's on us! Why don't you listen?!"
Combusken shook its head, frantically waving claws to say: Stop yapping, I didn't fart!
"I'm declaring you've violated Overlord Clause 857, Section 2."
"No dinner hooves. Eat less meat, cut emissions. Reflect on that!"
No dinner?!
No meat, for the planet?!
What kinda fairy-tale Trainer is this?
Why not eat poop, recycle it, save energy?!
Yellow-skinned, black-hearted Trainer, taste my Bone Claw!
But before Combusken could strike, Jiang Feng yeeted the Poké Ball, locked—flawless execution!
Masterclass in owning the convo!
Combusken: MMP@%?#&!!*
Dog scum!
Inhuman!
Ding! Your shameless slander spiked Combusken's rage! Anger +857!
Anger +777!
Converting to Proficiency…
Proficiency surged like Xuanmai gum—can't stop!
This works?! Jiang Feng's grin turned unhinged.
He's already scheming 100 ways to farm Proficiency.
Rough life.
Will the Smiling Card's bond boost hold up to this trolling?
Bit worried.
If he's sick and needs care, with only Combusken around? Not reliable.
This chick might yank his oxygen tube!
Gotta catch a second Pokémon ASAP to guard the emperor!
Protect the throne!
Too bad—no Kena card dropped.
A card would've guided his next Pokémon pick.
System cards, once bound, are locked in.
So, Jiang Feng's gotta choose his next Pokémon carefully.
Match the card's attributes to max its effect.
And no, you can't just kiss anyone to drop a card.
Only main or side heroines count.
Kiss a rando? Lick 'em head to toe?
Slobber city, zero drops.
What makes a girl worthy?
Don't ask me—ask the handsome reader bros.