From petty Pidgey gossip to Gym Leader and star scandals, Wei Fatty's got the tea.
"Feebas and Eevee news?" Wei Fatty raised an eyebrow, sus.
"Eevee's doable—got channels, cash gets you one. But…"
"You got Pokédollars?"
"No loans, bro—hurts the vibes!" Wei Fatty backed up two steps.
Jiang Feng rolled his eyes. Eevee's not top-tier, but its cute af vibe makes it a hit with rich ladies.
Every milf and heiress wants one as a pet, keeping prices sky-high.
"And Feebas?"
Wei Fatty gave him a weird look. "You tryna snag a Feebas and raise it to Milotic?"
Jiang Feng crossed his arms. "Why not?"
Wei Fatty scoffed.
"Even a dropout like me knows Feebas and Magikarp are the hardest to evolve."
"Gotta max their moves to Perfect-tier for a sliver of a chance."
"Trainers die in their coffins before evolving those!"
"You read too many Cynthia photobooks or fry your brain?"
Champion Cynthia's got a stunning, beastly Milotic.
"Look, pick a Caterpie. Easy to raise. Train it like Li Xiao Du—two and a half years, boom, mega Butterfree!"
"It's strong!"
What trash advice. Thanks for nothing!
Jiang Feng was done. Caterpie to Rayquaza via mutation?
Get lost. Feebas is more legit.
Real world ain't the game—move mastery's key.
Feebas evolves two ways:
Max Beauty with a Prism Scale.
Per Trainer's Self-Cultivation, max moves like Recover or Aqua Ring to Perfect-tier, and Feebas spawns its own Prism Scale!
Feebas making its own scale?
Maybe. Maybe not.
"Don't care—just got Feebas intel?"
Wei Fatty rolled his eyes. "Nope!"
Jiang Feng flipped him off. No intel, yet you yap this much?
Wasting time is murder!
Half a month 'til the Graduation Tourney—his flex moment!
No grind, no glory—flop, and the readers give one-star reviews!
Rock Smash—literally smashing rocks.
It breaks stone and weakens its structure, lowering Defense.
Competent-tier Rock Smash cracks rocks into tofu cubes!
Master-tier grinds 'em to peanut-sized chunks.
Perfect-tier? Pulverizes rocks to dust!
Master it, and you're smashing boulders on your chest like a Machamp!
To max Rock Smash and Dig to Master-tier, Jiang Feng and Combusken trained day and night…
With the Double EXP Card, gains were juicy, but the double joy lasted only 7 days.
Time ran faster than a dowry-snatching bride.
Half a month? Poof.
"Jiang Feng, tomorrow's the Graduation Tourney. Our one-month training deal's done."
"Per our agreement, gimme my hairpin back!"
Mali's clear eyes radiated naive stupidity…
Return it?
How?
It's bound to Combusken—can't even pry it off!
"Fine, I'll return it."
Jiang Feng recalled Combusken, strolling closer to Mali, who instinctively backed up.
Whenever he got near, she braced for shenanigans.
Her face flushed, heart racing, feeling a weird thrill.
Scared, yet drawn in.
Jiang Feng reached into his pocket—empty. He shrugged.
"Psych! It's our love token—no way I'm giving it back."
Mali stomped, fuming.
"I knew it, you rogue!"
Cursing, her angry face curved into a sneaky smile.
"Well, don't blame me for playing dirty!"
Dirty?
What's the vibe?
Jiang Feng's gut clenched—the ground vanished beneath him!
Oh no!
He got careless, no dodge!
A sigma male fell into a woman's trap!
Women are born actresses—all pitiful and shy, retreating two steps to lure him.
Big oof!
This chick ain't nice!
Mali smirked, smug.
But a big hand grabbed her—yelp!—pulling her into the pit!
BAM!
Good thing his ID's registered in the Pokémon world—superhuman durability. Just a bit of pain and pleasure, no real damage.
Mali scrambled off him, flustered.
Click.
The trap's lid snapped shut.
The walls? Slick, unbreakable, designed to trap foes.
Lucky it's just a cage, not a shredder.
This scene feels… familiar.
"All this for a hairpin? You're ruthless, trying to off your husband!"
"Pfft, who's your husband?!"
Mali froze, catching her slip. "No, no, you're not my husband!"
"Give me the hairpin, or you're stuck here, missing tomorrow's Tourney! Hmph!"
This girl's vicious.
Threatening him with the Tourney?
Miss the prelims, and he's DQ'd.
Mali's a seeded player, skipping prelims.
Jiang Feng? Gotta fight to snag that free Pokédex.
He stood, banging the walls for a switch.
"Stop it—this trap's custom. No escape."
Jiang Feng turned, eyeing her. "You know the way out, right?"
"So what if I do? No hairpin, no exit!"
She was set—tonight, Jiang Feng hands over that hairpin, or he's stuck!
Threatening him? Jiang Feng flashed a Dragon King smirk.
"What's that? Midnight, lone guy, lone girl, one room—what happens next?"
Big balls, big wins—heroine's on maternity leave!
"I'm in no rush. Got all night to play, heh heh heh." His grin turned villainous.
Mali panicked, clutching her clothes, backing into a corner.
"You… you bully me, I'll hate you forever!"
"Hate deep now, love hot later."