Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth

Two days later, Julian followed his grandfather to a small town in the northern part of the Imperial Capital. The town was called Meowth Town—named after the Pokémon Meowth.

Naming places after Pokémon wasn't unusual; it was a common practice in many countries.

The reason this town was named Meowth Town was because it was the wealthiest town in all of Drakoria. Despite having a population of around 200,000, every resident was a billionaire.

In Drakoria, cats had long been seen as symbols of wealth and fortune. Meowth, in particular, had a unique move called Pay Day, which involved throwing gold coins at opponents during battle.

A move as extravagant as that seemed tailor-made for the rich, so the town was eventually renamed Meowth Town.

Nearly every household in town owned a Meowth.

The gold coins created by Pay Day disappeared after the battle ended, as they were energy constructs. If they had been real, gold would have lost its value long ago.

Julian had come to Meowth Town because the selection for the Top-tier secret realm would be held here. However, the event was not open to the public.

John led Julian to a massive indoor battle facility in town. The building housed ten full-scale, standard battle arenas.

This town was truly wealthy.

"My dear grandson, are you really okay?"

As a Champion-level Trainer, although John didn't possess any supernatural abilities, but someone at his level naturally developed a mysterious kind of intuition—something akin to a sixth sense.

He could tell that Julian's injuries hadn't fully healed, even though he looked completely fine.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. It's nothing serious," Julian reassured him.

As long as he secured a spot for the Top-tier secret realm, he could complete his temporary mission and receive the rewards—a Mental Recovery Potion and a Time Capsule (two years).

Both of these items were extremely important to him.

That's why he had to protect his spot from other challengers.

"Grandpa, do I know the other four selected trainers?"

Although five Trainers, including Julian, had been selected for the Top-tier secret realm, they still had to face challenges from twenty-five other Trainers before securing their places.

Julian was confident in his own strength. Even if the other four weren't as strong as him, they certainly wouldn't be too far behind.

After all, the five of them had been officially chosen by Drakoria, meaning they were considered the strongest Trainers under thirty in the entire country.

"You know one of them—Pierce from the First Military Academy," John said.

"Him?"

Julian naturally remembered Pierce. In last year's Hundred Schools League, he had sent out the legendary Pokémon, Regirock.

Pierce himself was also an Early-stage Elite Trainer.

It had been almost a year since the Hundred Schools League, so his real strength must have surely improved even further.

"As for the other three, one is Asher from the Drake family. He’s the son of Victor, 27 years old, a Dragon-type specialist, and at the late-stage of Elite."

"The second is Ember from the Hearth family. She’s 28 years old, a Fire-type specialist, also at the late-stage of Elite."

"The third is Rowan from the Willow family. He’s 27 years old, an Ice-type specialist, and at the late-stage of Elite as well."

"All three have defeated peak Elite Trainers and even veteran Trainers in battle. They’re incredibly strong, but my dear grandson is younger than them and still stronger."

At the end, John grinned, his smile brimming with pride.

Julian's expression turned serious. As expected, he couldn’t underestimate the world—no matter how much of an advantage he had, there would always be people with seemingly impossible levels of talent.

All three were late-stage Elite Trainers, and all had the ability to battle beyond their rank.

Fortunately, the three were not his opponents this time. Instead, they were his teammates for the Top-tier secret realm.

Pierce: 'Did you forget about me?'

Of course, this was only if the five of them could defeat the challengers and secure their spots in the secret realm.

"Julian, I knew you’d be one of the five."

A steady voice came from behind Julian.

Turning around, he saw Pierce standing there in a military uniform, alongside a middle-aged man in his fifties. The man's insignia indicated that he was a lieutenant general.

"Marshal Walker."

The lieutenant general saluted John, and Pierce followed suit.

After becoming Drakoria’s Champion, John had automatically been given the title of Marshal, granting him the authority to command over a million troops in times of emergency.

John nodded in acknowledgment. He rarely involved himself in military affairs. While he held the title of Marshal, it was more of an honorary position.

He had authority, but as someone who had no formal military training, he knew better than to interfere in military operations without reason.

Among Drakoria’s six Champions, only two had military backgrounds, and even Duke wasn’t one of them. The fact that the military had produced two out of the six Champions showed just how powerful they were.

John nodded briefly at the two men.

Julian, meanwhile, studied Pierce. Compared to last year, this guy had gotten much darker. If it weren’t for Julian recognizing his voice, he might not have recognized him at all.

He was as dark as a Murkrow now.

At night, he could probably blend into the shadows perfectly.

"They’re here too," Pierce said, glancing toward the entrance.

Julian followed his gaze and saw six people walking in one after another.

Among them, Julian immediately recognized Victor. The man beside him was most likely Asher. His features resembled Victor by about seventy to eighty percent—like a younger version of him. Naturally, that meant he was quite good-looking as well.

Among the heirs of noble families, it was rare to find someone unattractive—about as rare as a pseudo-legendary Pokémon.

The other four people were most likely the participants from the Willow and Hearth families, with the elders or relatives from their families accompanying them.

"Little brother Julian, you really are quite the handsome one."

The one who spoke was Ember, just as her name suggested, she was alluring and captivating, especially with those fox-like eyes that seemed to draw people in with just a glance.

Standing beside her was her grandmother, one of the pillars of the Hearth family.

Julian silently took a step back, not intending to start a conversation with Ember.

The more beautiful a woman was, the more trouble she tended to bring.

Ember's playful smile froze for a moment. Though Julian hadn’t said anything, she could clearly feel his deliberate avoidance.

Did this man have eye problems or something?

A stunning beauty had taken the initiative to talk to him, and yet he acted as if she were a nuisance.

"Asher, I didn’t expect you to qualify as well. Looks like the officials didn’t do a great job selecting participants," said Rowan.

The Drake family specialized in Dragon-types, while the Willow family specialized in Ice-types. Both families were based in the Imperial Capital.

For generations, the greatest goal of a Drake family child wasn’t just to become an Elite Trainer—it was to defeat their counterparts from the Willow family.

The same was true for the Willow family. Whenever they were in a bad mood, they would challenge a Drake family member to battle.

Because of the natural type disadvantage, the Drake family members tended to lose more often.

However, when Asher came along, he reversed the situation, crushing his Willow family peers thoroughly—until Rowan appeared.

Rowan finally put a stop to Asher’s reign, but after over a decade of battles, although Rowan still had more wins overall, defeating Asher was becoming increasingly difficult.

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