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Chris received the Reputation quest from his senior brother, a quest that would test both his skills and determination. The content of the Reputation Quest was straightforward yet challenging: defeat the Pokémon who had gone mad due to Dynamax on the Isle of Armor.
The target of the challenge was the Pokémon dens scattered across the island. These locations housed powerful wild Pokémon that had been affected by the mysterious Dynamax energy, making them far more aggressive and dangerous than usual.
It was perfect timing, really. Whether Chris wanted to obtain the currency called "Watts" used to purchase items from the store, or to improve his standing within the dojo, he needed to defeat these Pokémon dens. The quest aligned perfectly with his goals, so he wouldn't need to worry about splitting his attention between different quests.
However, there was one significant issue: the Reputation gained from the first quest was barely enough to make a dent in his overall goal.
Getting the reputation needed to become a direct disciple wouldn't be simple at all. From ordinary disciple to core disciple, the required reputation value was 1,000 points. From core disciple to direct disciple, the required reputation value was 5,000 points. That meant he needed a total of 6,000 reputation points to reach his ultimate goal.
Every time he completed a quest, he would only gain 1 reputation point. This meant he would need to complete an astounding 6,000 quests to achieve his objective.
The average time to complete a single Quest was fifteen minutes. Six thousand quest would take fifteen hundred hours of continuous work. If he worked sleeplessly and tirelessly, it would take 62.5 days of non-stop grinding.
For the sake of his physical and mental health, Chris knew he couldn't really work without rest. So he calculated that if he spread those 1,500 hours across six months, it would be manageable. The idea of spending half a year grinding to catch a legendary Pokémon was both daunting and exciting.
In addition to reaching the required prestige value, every time he wanted to advance in rank, he would need to complete special promotion training. It would be similar to the task that Mustard had given Chris when he first joined the Master Dojo.
The next two advancement quests would probably follow the same pattern. Chris wasn't particularly worried about those challenges. His current strength was infinitely close to that of an Elite Four member. It would be impossible for Mustard to require him to become Champion-level just to be considered a direct disciple, right? If that were the case, what would be the point of Mustard's teachings?
The main obstacle was simply the sheer amount of prestige required - those 6,000 points seemed like a mountain to climb.
"Anyway, I want to level up my Pokémon. The level of wild Pokémon here is high enough to provide good training. I'll record the refresh times of the dens, and when there aren't any active dens, I'll come to the Isle of Armor to gain reputation. It seems like there's nothing unacceptable about this plan," Chris said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
This situation was different from his encounters with legendary Pokémon in places like the underground power stations or the water city of Alto Mare. Here, these were Pokémon that could be obtained as long as he had the data and strategy to face them properly.
Over the course of half a year, he would be both leveling up his team and working toward catching a legendary Pokémon. It was like killing two birds with one stone!
He had already obtained all three of the major battle mechanics: MEGA Evolution, Z-Moves, and Dynamax. When it came time to travel to other regions, all he would need to do was explore dungeons and challenge gyms. There was no rush anymore.
Chris decided to make a concrete plan. Over the next six months, his goal would be to earn the rank of direct disciple!
As July arrived, the fiery summer heat began to settle in. However, Green Valley Ranch still felt like it was in the midst of a warm spring. The sun shone down from the sky above, illuminating the pasture with gentle warmth. Across the green grass and fertile land, flames seemed to dance and flow as Pokémon moved about.
Chris stood on the balcony and watched the Arcanine pack and Rapidash herd running wildly across the grassland. They were crowding and colliding with each other, all competing for possession of a colorful ball.
This was a small event that Chris had designed for them, ensuring they wouldn't get bored just running around aimlessly. He used high-quality Pokéblocks as prizes to add an element of competition and fun to their daily activities.
Unfortunately, this had resulted in the ranch experiencing eight fights in just three days. As long as none of the Pokémon got seriously injured, Chris wouldn't intervene to stop them. After all, Pokémon grew stronger through battle and competition.
His little golden sun - his shiny Arcanine - was particularly enthusiastic about these competitions. Its physique was getting bigger and more impressive by the day, and it loved to rally its younger pack members to challenge the Rapidash herd.
"Yeah~" The dark-colored Aerodactyl spread its wings and flapped them, swatting away Chris's hand in disgust before moving to another position where it continued to pretend to be a gargoyle statue.
"Why does your cry sound more and more like a crow?" Chris asked, looking at Aerodactyl. He wanted to pet its rocky hide, but the Pokémon clearly wasn't in the mood to allow such contact.
Aerodactyl turned its head away, maintaining its proud and aloof demeanor.
At that moment, a little helper was returning from work. Delibird fluttered through the air and landed on the balcony, flapping its wings tiredly. It tugged at its white delivery bag, clearly exhausted and sweating from its efforts.
"Deli-li deli-li... (I'm done with work, I'm exhausted)," Delibird said, wiping sweat from its brow and putting its flippers on its hips. The colorful ball that the Arcanine and Rapidash had been fighting over earlier had been thrown down by Delibird in its role as referee, so fortunately it hadn't been caught up in their competitive scuffle.
Seeing Chris on the balcony, Delibird silently reached into its bag and pulled out a ball of colorful light, offering it with both flippers.
"Deli-li deli-li! (Present, for you!)" Delibird chirped cheerfully.
Chris took the gift casually, and the Present exploded immediately upon contact. Instead of harm, light green warmth flowed through the white smoke that emerged.
This was a Present infused with healing power. Although there was typically an 80% chance that any Present from a Delibird would be a damaging bomb, Chris had figured out that Delibird could control the nature of its gifts. Since he had always treated the Pokémon well and had never offended it, Delibird wouldn't give him a Present that would actually explode and cause harm.
"Thank you," Chris said warmly, patting Delibird gently on the head.
"Deli-li! (It was nothing!)" Delibird replied, covering its head shyly at the affectionate gesture.
Picking up Delibird and placing it comfortably on his shoulder, Chris called out to Gardevoir as he headed downstairs.
"Call everyone together for lunch. We're going out on a trip," he announced.
Chris had received a call from Senior Brother Roy just the night before. The Aura Secret Realm had finally opened, and he needed to arrive at the top tourist destination known as "Immortal Realm" in China within one day.
The Fang family lived in seclusion within the Immortal Realm, and the Aura Secret Realm was located near the Immortal Spring. This trip would serve a dual purpose - he could complete his quest while also enjoying some well-deserved tourism.
"Garde~" Gardevoir nodded gracefully, clasping its hands together in front of its chest. The fluctuations of psychic power immediately began spreading rapidly throughout the entire ranch.
There were hundreds of thousands of Pokémon scattered across the vast ranch, but only Chris's personal team felt the distinctive Psywave signal that Gardevoir had sent out.
Near the lake, Greninja had been taking a peaceful nap when it suddenly felt the psychic call. It immediately splashed into action, creating a Substitute that grabbed the original body, spun around in the air, and launched the real Greninja out like a projectile.
Greninja activated its Water Pulse to accelerate through the air, its form resembling a flying fish as it cut through the sky with incredible speed and precision.
If someone were to look down at Chris's pasture from high above at that moment, they would see a brilliant flash of blue light streaking across the landscape.
In the cave system near the edge of the ranch, both Steelix and Aggron awakened from their deep slumber. Steelix's massive head struck the ground with tremendous force, creating a huge tunnel entrance. Aggron followed close behind as both Steel-type Pokémon made their way toward Chris's location.
High in the sky above, the Totem-sized Salamence and the red Gyarados emerged from the churning sea of clouds. They let out powerful roars that echoed across the ranch before descending to land just outside the main house.
In just over ten minutes, every single one of Chris's Pokémon had assembled and was present. The efficiency and loyalty of his team never failed to impress him, and he felt a surge of pride as he looked at the diverse group of powerful creatures that had chosen to follow him on his journey.