Author's Note: I realized my fic doesn't really have alot of action scenes or more specifically Pokémon Battles.. I know no one necessarily complained, but I think I myself was itching for some action.. so here you go! A massive chapter filled with action!
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Odin completely ignored Lucy's emotional plea. He stood absolutely still, his tall body rigid under the weight of her touch as he slowly looked back up toward the cracked stone ceiling, his face a totally flat mask staring blankly into the rising smoke. Lucy could only keep her tight embrace wrapped lightly around his waist, her heart pounding against his back as she waited for any kind of movement or reply from the man she loved.
Executive Ariana stood back near the shadow of the tunnel, quietly watching the display. A massive part of her mind wanted to open her mouth and tell them to hurry the fuck up. The local police, greedy bounty hunters, or even Gym Leader Brock himself could crash through that burning tunnel entrance at any moment.
But as she stared at the Odin's back, she choked the command right back down into her throat. Something about Odin's current aura didn't feel right at all. It felt immensely stronger, sharper, purer, and in far greater quantity than it had ever been before—way more intense than the day she had handed him that Pokémon Egg inside the sanctuary where the Nidoking and Queen once guarded. It was as if Odin had been entirely broken down to his bare self and reborn in a much purer, deadlier state. Compared to the weight or pressure of Boss Giovanni, Odin was standing there like a walking beacon of raw energy.
No wonder Giovanni wants him so badly, Ariana thought, a sudden, dark thrill racing straight down her spine as she watched him. No wonder I am so intensely attracted to this man. I bet the sheer, unfiltered stench of his fate could make me cum instantly... just one real whiff of his scent... just one single—
Ariana's highly questionable, vulgar thoughts were violently snapped right out of her head by the sound of Odin's flat voice cutting through the roar of the fire.
"Ariana... by any chance—" Odin muttered, not even turning his head.
"Yes, we have the girl," Ariana intercepted smoothly, her calm face locking instantly back into place. "Angel, right?"
"I see," Odin stated flatly.
"She is safe," Ariana added.
"I see." Odin repeated flatly.
"She is currently stationed in the medical bay inside our forward retreat," Ariana explained, her tone shifting into a serious, unyielding line as she broke down the medical reality. "She was taken in for emergency surgery hours ago... listen, umm, she is completely safe and alive, and I'm entirely sure that the procedures will go well. But... I need to be real with you, Odin. There is a chance her vocal cords are too damaged. She might never be able to talk again."
"I see..." Odin whispered.
The exact millisecond the words left his lips, a sudden, microscopic flicker of life sparked within the darkness of his pupils. But it wasn't a spark of human warmth or relief; it was an icy, suffocating glint of pure, unadulterated rage that caused the temperature around him to drop.
Ariana noticed the shift and quickly stabilized the pressure. "...It is just a low chance, though. The data says it's far more likely that she just needs a few weeks of rest, a good diet... and some good company."
"I see," Odin repeated a final time.
Slowly, gently, he reached down and peeled Lucy's trembling hands off his waist, setting her aside before turning his attention entirely toward the dirt. He looked down at Weezing, who was still mindlessly and blindly munching away on the scorched meat of the Mankey corpse like a stray dog.
Odin crouched down into the ash. He reached out his powerful arms, touched the rough, purple skin of the deflated sphere, and slowly, deliberately hoisted the heavy Pokémon straight up into the air. He forced his knees to lock as he stood straight back up, lifting the massive two-headed blob until it was cradled tightly against his chest.
With his face now sitting a mere matter of inches away from the Pokémon's vents, Weezing's damaged brain didn't register the familiar scent of his trainer. His milky-white eyes saw Odin's broad shoulder purely as a brand-new piece of snack meat.
Without a single millisecond of delay, the zombified Weezing lunged forward and bit down violently directly into Odin's shoulder.
Rip!
Bright crimson blood instantly spilled across the black fabric of his uniform coat, the jagged teeth sinking deep into his muscle. Lucy panicked instantly, her face turning pale as she lunged toward her belt, and Ariana's eyes widened in pure horror across the clearing.
"Odin!!" Lucy and Ariana screamed out concurrently, their voices cracking in a frantic echo through the cavern.
Both women immediately got ready to unleash their commands, their fingers locking onto their Pokéballs to order Arbok and Honchkrow to permanently kill the deranged Weezing before it tore his neck open.
Even Rocky had officially had enough of the sphere's disrespect. The massive Graveler violently shifted his bulky body, stepping back into a classic baseball pitching stance with his upper stone arms raised high, completely ready to use Rock Throw to snipe Weezing's heads and smash him into dust.
Odin violently grit his teeth, the intense physical agony making the muscles in his jaw bulge as he forcefully held himself back from screaming or crying out in pain. He didn't drop the Pokémon; instead, he raised his bloody hands up to halt the field, and with a painful, ragged voice, he yelled out through the smoke:
"Stop!! Don't you all fucking dare touch him!!"
The powerful, commanding roar slammed into the cavern walls. At the sheer authority of Odin's voice, the entire room halted their attacks instantly. Rocky froze mid-pitch, and the two women stood rigid in the ash, their hands trembling over their belts.
Odin ignored the blood dripping down his arm and tightly embraced the thrashing, rabid Weezing against his chest. The exact millisecond he squeezed the Pokémon, his mind locked onto his instincts. The newly integrated Diamond Poison-type Affinity automatically went to work through his soul.
Although the energy was completely invisible to the naked eye, everyone standing in the burning cavern could suddenly feel a strange, suffocating pressure ripple through the air around Odin's body.
Odin's eyes violently flashed, his irises turning back into a brilliant, glowing purple hue centered around a pair of pitch-black, jagged skull-shaped pupils. Luckily for him, his back was turned completely against Ariana's position, meaning she couldn't see the mutation in his eyes—or else that would have caused a massive amount of trouble and a hell of a lot of explaining to do later.
Weezing didn't calm down right away. Driven by his fried nerves, the blob kept growling, shrieking, and frantically trying to tear more flesh out of Odin's shoulder. But the bites were getting weaker, his jaw losing its pressure as Odin's dense, Diamond-Rank energy flooded his system to damp down his adrenaline. Every motion became powerless, pathetic, and pitiful. At the very least, he managed to draw more dark blood from Odin's shoulder, accidentally swallowing a little bit of his trainer's unique, affinity-saturated blood as he thrashed.
Eventually, the violent chemical storm inside Weezing's brain began to calm down. All of his psychotic aggression, mindless random attacks, and self-destructive quirks completely disappeared into the smoke. He went perfectly still in Odin's arms.
His purple face looked entirely dazed, his massive heads hanging loosely over Odin's arms. His eyes were no longer milky-white; the pupils and irises had fully reappeared in a sharp snap, but his gaze looked completely dazed, idiot-like, stupid, and high out of his mind. It was as if his consciousness wasn't even inside the cave at all; only his physical body was resting here while his mind was completely gone, lost somewhere deep inside his own mental trauma. He just looked like an absolute retard... a severe mental patient trapped in a silent void. But at the very least... he was finally calm.
Odin stared down at the dazed, drooling face of the blob, his purple skull eyes narrowing with an intense, abusive mockery that hid his internal relief.
"You absolute fucker..." Odin muttered, his voice a cold, sarcastic sneer that cut through the heat. "I explicitly told you to go and slaughter the enemies, to burn this whole goddamn place down... not to go and murder yourself beyond saving. You better pray to God that Angel can find a way to bring your mind back, or I will personally sell your two-headed ass to a sketchy underground arena and pay the handlers to make other male Pokémon fuck your ass until your last pitiful days. You fucking disgusting, double-headed blob... you fucking chemical retard."
Odin completely bullied and degraded the Pokémon with his words, but as the echoes died down in the tunnel, both Lucy and Ariana knew the absolute truth. Odin was actually just showing his own twisted version of love. If he had genuinely wanted the Pokémon dead or considered him useless, he would have let Honchkrow execute him without a single drop of mercy. The very fact that he chose to take the painful bite, bleed for him, save his life, and immediately bully his state meant that he loved the blob too much to let him go down easily. He had invested way too much time into his starter to let him die a quick death. Not mention IV points. He is too selfish to just forget about that.
With that realization, Lucy finally let out a massive, ragged sigh of pure relief, her shoulders relaxing as Ariana lowered her posture and calmed down as well.
But the brief moment of quiet didn't last for more than a single heartbeat.
The thick black smoke at the northern mouth of the crossroads was violently torn apart by the sound of heavy, rapid footsteps and clattering gear. Emerging from the wall of fire came Gym Leader Brock, his face a rigid, unyielding mask of law-enforcement dominance, flanked on either side by two elite, heavily armed Bounty Hunters packing custom capture rigs.
A brutal, bloody battle on the ground seemed completely unavoidable.
Odin immediately relaxed the internal pressure behind his eyes, causing the glowing purple hue and the black skull markings to dissolve instantly back into his normal, lifeless black pupils. He didn't waste another second. He raised his tactical belt and snapped Weezing back into his custom Pokéball, sealing his dazed, drooling partner away from the suffocating heat of the cave.
He turned his tall body around, his uniform coat damp with the fresh blood dripping from his shoulder. His dead gaze slid past the thick, rolling smoke to lock onto the two elite bounty hunters, before finally settling on the very first Gym Leader he had laid eyes on since transmigrating into this world.
"So that's the Pewter City Gym Leader, huh?" Odin said, his voice a flat, clinical rasp.
Lucy instantly moved her body right next to his flank, her stance rigid as she guarded his injured side. "That's the guy," she muttered under her breath, keeping her eyes glued to the tunnel entrance.
"He doesn't look like much," Odin mocked openly, a lazy, thoroughly arrogant smirk playing on his lips despite the blood staining his black sleeve.
"Don't let your guard down, Odin," Lucy hissed quietly, her voice sharp with operational caution. "While it's true he is known as the weakest of all the gym leaders here in Kanto... a gym leader is still a gym leader. His Pokémon should be sitting easily in the levels of 51 to 55."
Odin raised an eyebrow, his slitted eyes narrowing through the ash. "Why level 51 to 55?"
"That's the lowest level requirement to legally hold a gym leader position in the region," Lucy explained quickly, her fingers resting light against her backup belt.
"Ahh... since he's the weakest, it makes sense his team would bottom out around there," Odin muttered, his brain running the metrics. "I get it. Still completely out of our league though."
"Yeah, no shit," Lucy retorted. "But I'm sure Ariana will be taking care of him. The real problem is those other two standing next to him. Look at that layout... a Houndoom and a Beedrill. Odin, you could always, for some weird reason, sense or see levels, right? Well, it would be pretty fucking useful right now. Like, any fucking moment now, Odin!"
"Girl, you better calm your bitch ass down!" Odin growled back lazily, totally unbothered by her rising panic. "Let me look."
'System! Scan!
In a split second, the blue grid lines of his user interface flashed across his vision, dropping two crisp notifications over his retinas.
[Ding!] [Ding!]
[Houndoom — Lvl 40, Gold-Potential][Beedrill — Lvl 38, Gold-Potential]
"Houndoom is level 40 with Gold-Potential," Odin stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. "The Beedrill is level 38, also Gold-Potential."
Lucy's chest heaved as she processed the numbers, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "A Gold-Potential Beedrill? That's incredibly rare. Their natural potential among wild species usually sucks just as much as a common Diglett. It must be some highly specific, premium breed. That guy must come from a wealthy family or just have insane black-market connections. As for that level 40 Houndoom... we're fucked. Royally so."
Meanwhile, a few meters away across the burning gravel, Executive Ariana didn't display a single ounce of panic. She stood tall in the flickering orange firelight, looking right at the rock-solid leader of Pewter City.
"Howdy there, little Brocky," Ariana teased, her velvet voice cutting beautifully through the roar of the cave fires. She put on a highly dramatic, playful tone, letting a seductive smile slide across her lips. "Miss me already? I only left your side for a little bit. You know, girls really don't like clingy men. You should try being a bit more manly."
A row of thick, visible veins instantly popped out across Brock's forehead, his righteous composure cracking under her vulgar mockery.
"You—you wench!" Brock thundered, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. "Don't you dare think I forgot what you did back on route 3!"
"What? Leave you hanging? Blue balled?" Ariana shot back, acting completely cute as she gave him a few playful winks, her posture shifting into an intensely provocative, sexual stance right there in front of the bounty hunters. "If so... I'm so sorry, please forgive me, pretty please. This lady was just in quite a massive hurry."
"Hmp! Now I know exactly why you were in such a frantic hurry!" Brock arrogantly declared, his voice booming through the smoke. "Seems like this entire catastrophic incident was caused directly by Team Rocket! Very well, now I have seen all of your faces! This slaughter won't go under the rock. I'll have the entire world know your names, even if you manage to somehow escape from this cavern today!"
"Oh, so scary," Ariana teased, placing a single gloved finger against her bottom lip as she mocked his grand speech.
Then, in a fraction of a second, her playful mask dissolved into a cold executioner focus.
"Honchkrow, Dark Pulse!" Ariana barked out.
The massive bird-type violently opened its giant beak, unleashing a devastating, spiraling wave of pitch-black energy straight at Brock's chest. Brock's reflexes were instantaneous; he reached for his belt and violently hurled a heavy sphere forward. A massive Onyx materialized on the field, throwing its continental stone body directly into the path of the beam to take the hit for his trainer. But the giant rock-snake's special defense was never good compared to its physical stats; the dark energy detonated against its skin, causing the Onyx to let out a loud, grinding cry of pure pain.
"Tch, cheap shot!" Brock sneered.
"Don't you mean quick shot? I know you know what I mean." Arianna teased seductively "after all, I'm sure you are very familiar with that term" she covered her mouth to hide her laugh.
"You'll pay for that woman!" Brock arrogantly proclaimed.
Seeing the gym leader take the opening blow, the two elite bounty hunters instantly moved, their Houndoom and Beedrill baring their fangs as they prepared to team up against Ariana's Honchkrow. And the rest of her team.
Lucy saw the movement and immediately nudged Odin's arm, her voice tight. "Listen, we need to single out one of them right now. Specifically the one with the Beedrill. We can't handle the Houndoom's flame output; Ariana will have to deal with that beast. We need to try and take out that wasp."
"Got it, Preying on the weak huh? Know a thing or two about that" Odin claimed, his lips curling into a wicked, predatory grin. "Leave that bug to me."
Odin waited for the perfect second, tracking the hunters' footsteps through the smoke until their positions split. The moment the gap opened, he yelled out at the top of his lungs:
"Rocky, Rock Slide!"
The massive Graveler let out a heavy grunt, his four stone arms slamming violently into the cavern floor. A massive wall of giant, jagged boulders came crashing down from the ceiling, creating a solid, impenetrable barrier of stone right down the center of the path. The rock formation perfectly blocked the path between the two bounty hunters. The elite with the Beedrill was now locked entirely on Odin and Lucy's side of the cavern, while the Houndoom user was trapped on the other side where Brock and Ariana were trading blows. It worked exactly as planned.
Lucy didn't waste a single millisecond of the hunter's sudden confusion. Recognizing the tactical window, she launched an immediate sneak attack.
"Arbok, Wrap! Bind that wasp!" Lucy commanded fiercely.
Bathed in her new Platinum-Potential power, Arbok shot through the ash like a bolt of purple lightning. Before the Beedrill could even buzz its wings to retreat, the massive snake coiled its powerful body around the insect's torso, locking it into a crushing, suffocating bind.
Odin's voice cut through the hiss of the snake right away. "Rocky, Rock Throw! Snipe that Cuck! Never liked wasps anyways!"
The sequence happened instantly, moving with the fluid speed of a professional execution. Rocky stepped back, locking his lower stone arms into the dirt as his upper arms entered a classic baseball pitching stance, ready to launch a solid rock throw at a blistering 100 miles per hour.
The exact second Arbok secured the tight wrap around Beedrill's wings, Rocky hurled the jagged stone.
The heavy boulder tore through the air and the surrounding fire, smacking the Beedrill straight on its head with a sickening crunch. Critical Hit! The rock-type damage was super effective, the brute force rattling the bug's shell. The only thing that saved the Beedrill from getting instantly erased from existence was its sheer level advantage—Odin's Graveler was only level 25, while the elite wasp was sitting at level 38.
"Arbok, Fire Fang! Burn it!" Lucy yelled out a rapid follow-up command.
Arbok's jaws flared with a bright, scorching sheet of fire. She bit deep through the Beedrill's cracked armor, the fire damage registering as another super effective hit. The intense heat instantly triggered the system's status parameters, leaving the Beedrill heavily scorched and suffering from the continuous Burn status effect.
But the elite bounty hunter was a veteran. He didn't panic. He slammed his boot into the dirt and roared out a counter-order. "Beedrill, Fell Stinger! Tear through it!"
The giant, burning wasp forced its massive white stinger forward with a desperate, high-velocity thrust, stabbing Arbok directly through her thick coils. The brutal strike caused a nasty, deep stab wound, dark blood spilling across her purple scales. Arbok let out a sharp hiss of pure physical pain, her grip involuntarily loosening as the agony forced her to release the target.
"Now, finish it! X-Scissor!" the hunter yelled.
Beedrill crossed its giant, dual lances, unleashing a glowing cross-hatch of bug energy that slammed straight into Arbok's chest. The impact sent the massive purple snake flying backward through the air, rocketing directly toward Lucy's position.
But as the Beedrill hovered in place, celebrating the knockback, it noticed the shadow falling from above far too late. Odin had already quietly issued a secondary command to Rocky while they were diatracted.
Rock Tomb.
A massive, heavy cage of solid stone pillars violently dropped from the cavern ceiling, crashing straight on top of the Beedrill's position. Another devastating, super-effective rock hit. The insect crashed hard into the dirt beneath the weight of the tomb, its shell cracked and battered. It barely survived the physical blunt force, but the exact second its body settled, the continuous Burn status activated under its skin, the fire damage ticking away at its health pool. The wasp was left heavily injured, panting in the ash, and sitting almost down for the count.
Lucy managed to nimbly dodge out of the way just as her Arbok crashed heavily onto the ground right next to her boots, the purple snake coughing up a mist of blood but remaining firmly on guard.
The dust slowly settled, leaving both sides standing at a tense, unyielding standstill, each party sizing the other up through the smoke.
"Well... that went a hell of a lot better than I expected," Lucy muttered, wiping a streak of black soot off her forehead as she looked at the ruined Beedrill.
"Duh," Odin joked lazily, his arrogant smile returning as he casually wiped the blood from his shoulder uniform. "You're working with the great me, princess. What did you expect?"
He let out a low chuckle, casting a mocking glance over at her guarding posture. "If it wasn't for my tactical blocking, I bet you would just be standing there spamming Sludge Bomb over and over again like an absolute retard. Heck, you'd be looking even more retarded than my Weezing... my beautiful little chemical retard."
Lucy's face instantly flushed with an intense, irritated embarrassment, her teeth grinding together as she snapped her head toward him. "Ugh!! You still remember that stupid argument from the cave?! Can't you just let it go and forget about that already?! Ugh! You are so incredibly annoying, Odin!"
"Keep your eyes on the target, haha," Odin laughed obnoxiously, his dead eyes shifting back toward the trapped bounty hunter.
Internally, his opportunistic side was already running the system numbers. He opened his interface, his gaze locking onto his available CP balances. 'System, use 5 CP to upgrade my Ground-type Affinity from Bronze Rank straight to Gold Rank right now. I need that double IV gain and the extra experience multipliers active on the field... I expect some absolutely insane level-ups from beating this cocky bounty hunter and his dumb wasp.'
[Ding!]
[5 CP has been successfully deducted from the host's balance.]
[Ground-Type Affinity has been permanently upgraded from Bronze Rank to Gold Rank!][Current Balances: 2 CP | 15 SP]
Sweet... Odin grinned like a complete psycho into the smoke, his heart pounding with a dark, predatory thrill. With the double experience system buff I have active for the next 48 hours, plus the double IV gains from the newly unlocked Gold Rank... I'm looking at pulling down a massive 4 free IV points for every single level Rocky gains in this fight. I will get this motherfucking Graveler to Platinum-Potential by the time we leave this mountain today!
Brock's Onyx let out another heavy roar from across the rock slide barrier, the battle on the other side intensifying as Odin locked his eyes back onto the bleeding hunter.
Just then, Beedrill aggressively forced its battered body off the dirt, its wings buzzing with an angry, frantic resonance. The elite bounty hunter didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second, his voice cutting through the roar of the cave fires with an immediate, ruthless command.
"Pin Missile! Follow it up with X-Scissor!" the hunter yelled out fiercely.
The giant wasp instantly launched a barrage of three high-velocity pin missiles straight toward Graveler. Lucy, tracking the incoming projectiles and knowing Rocky's low level left him highly vulnerable to a direct assault, immediately screamed out a counter-order to her partner.
The massive purple snake didn't hesitate, launching her powerful body directly in front of the stone monster to act as a living shield.
"Use Coil!" Lucy commanded right after, desperately hoping to boost her snake's physical defense while simultaneously raising her attack and accuracy markers for the upcoming trade.
Arbok rapidly twisted her large coils, bracing herself for the blunt impact. All three pin missiles slammed directly into her chest, stabbing deep through her scales and leaving her bleeding and heavily injured, but she managed to absorb the full weight of the blast.
Before the smoke could even clear, the Beedrill blitzed forward with terrifying speed, its crossed lances glowing with energy as it moved in for the kill with X-Scissor. Arbok rapidly initiated a second Coil move, desperately trying to double her defense boosts so she could tank the elite insect's peak attack and keep the stone Pokemon safe behind her.
But the Beedrill had a completely different target in mind.
With the agility of a veteran fighter, the wasp sharply circled right around Arbok's coiled body, completely ignoring her shield position to lunge directly for the Graveler. Its lances tore through the air, cutting a massive, deep X-shaped scar right into the middle of Rocky's rocky chest. The sheer, blunt force of the strike sent the four-armed monster flying backward through the smoke. He crashed violently into the far rock wall, the momentum embedding him so deeply into the stone that he stayed stuck there, his body heavily bleeding from the massive X-scar wound.
If it wasn't for the fact that Rocky naturally possessed a perfect 31 Individual Value (IV) in both his Health Points and his Defense stats, along with his high base physical defense, he would have either died on the spot or fainted instantly from that single level-38 strike.
"FUCK!" Odin roared out, his lazy composure vanishing as his dead eyes flared with pure malice. "Fuck you!"
"Shit! Arbok, Poison Tail!" Lucy screamed out, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Arbok forcefully swung her heavy, venom-soaked tail through the ash, trying to swat the Beedrill to death while it was recovering its footing. But the wasp was a step quicker, twisting its slender torso to dodge the incoming attack. Luckily for the grunt squad, the bug wasn't fast enough to escape the wider trajectory completely; Arbok's tail still managed to sharply graze the edge of Beedrill's wing. It was just a small piece of contact, but it was more than enough to completely ruin the insect's balance, sending it crashing heavily onto the dirt.
Odin's voice barked out from the smoke right away. "Rocky! Use Rollout! You're high up on that wall, use gravity to help you!"
Rocky didn't complain about the blood dripping from his chest. He tightly curled his four arms and legs inward, turning his heavy body into a solid stone boulder, and launched himself off the rock face. He began rolling downward under the heavy pull of gravity, his speed multiplying quicker and quicker with every single meter he descended.
The bounty hunter panicked instantly, his cool mask breaking as he screamed at his partner. "Dodge it! Get out of the way, Beedrill!"
But as if a sudden stroke of absolute bad luck had violently hit his team, the continuous Burn status effect under the wasp's shell ticked over at the exact, perfect moment. The Beedrill violently writhed in pain as the fire scorched its internal health pool, causing it to freeze for a single second. That brief window was all the time Rocky needed to come crashing down the path like a literal wrecking ball. The heavy stone boulder slammed directly into the center of the Beedrill, knocking it completely unconscious and sending the broken shell flying away across the cavern gravel.
"Nooo! Beedrill! Fuck!" the bounty hunter wailed, his eyes wide with fury. "You'll fucking pay for that, criminals!"
Across Odin's retinas, the blue grid lines of his interface violently flashed with a rapid succession of digital notifications.
[Ding!]
[Beedrill Lvl 38 — Gold-Potential Fainted!]
[Graveler (Rocky) leveled up 5x!]
[Graveler Lvl 25 —> 30 (New)]
[20 Free IV points earned from Level Ups!][Total Free IV points pool for Graveler updated to 22!]
[Companion's Arbok leveled up! Lvl 32 —> 34 (New)]
Graveler didn't even bother stopping his momentum after the impact. He kept rolling at a blistering velocity, his next target locking straight onto the human trainer himself.
"Shit!" the bounty hunter yelled in a sudden panic. He dropped his serious demeanor entirely and violently rolled his body to the side to escape the incoming stone wheel, moving exactly as if he were playing Elden Ring or some Soulsborne game on a console.
Rocky sharply turned his heavy body around on the dirt, targeting the human's new position with a loud rumble. But the hunter was a professional; he anticipated the drift and rolled away like a veteran player a second time, perfectly dodging the crushing weight by a hair.
Having lost his speed multiplier, Graveler finally cancelled his Rollout state, his heavy body landing right next to Odin's leather combat boots. He was still heavily hurt and bleeding from the chest scar, but the vitality and confidence from gaining five massive level-ups instantly stabilized his breathing.
The bounty hunter, finally having a few inches of breathing space to collect his thoughts, reached for his belt, snapped open his Pokéball, and called his unconscious Beedrill back inside the ball. He pressed the ball against his lips, thanking his partner for the hard work, before reaching into his gear pouch to draw his absolute last and final Pokémon.
He hurled the ball forward with a furious roar. "Hitmonlee! Come out and break them!"
A sleek, muscular fighting-type materialized on the field, instantly kicking its long, elastic legs into the air to warm up its muscles, its eyes locking onto the Rocket Officers with a lethal focus.
"Uh-oh... this is incredibly bad," Lucy said, her voice dropping into a worried, tense whisper.
Odin glanced at her sideways, his expression returning to a lazy, unbothered smirk. "What's up, princess?"
"I constantly forget you're completely stupid when it comes to regional match-ups," Lucy hissed, her eyes tracking the kicking legs. "Listen to me—that is a pure Fighting-type. Its moves are 100% super effective against your rock-and-ground type Graveler, and Rocky is already in terrible shape. One single clean hit from a fighting move and his health pool is completely over. This specific species carries a ridiculously high base attack stat... but there is a way forward. It's a literal glass cannon; its base defense and HP parameters are incredibly low. The only problem is its speed—while it isn't an agile speedster, it is still significantly quicker than both of our injured Pokémon."
"Right... I only learned Poison type match-ups from Angel.. didn't think I was gonna use anything other than a Poison-type" Odin's eyes narrowed as he ran the simple combat math. "Then I'll just keep Rocky in the back ranks and have him spam Rock Throw from a distance."
"Maybe that could work," Lucy reasoned, her mind working through the layout. "The only good thing we have going for us is that Arbok successfully managed to get two Coil moves in. That means her physical attack, defense, and accuracy attributes have all been raised by a massive two stages on the field. That is our only shining light in this situation... but she's pretty beat up too, and definitely not in the best condition for a long brawl."
"Well, look at the positive side—at least we have a clean 2 vs 1 situation, no?" Odin joked arrogantly, adjusting his black coat. "And besides, your snake just leveled up. She's sitting at level 34 now, and that premium Platinum-Potential has to add a massive multiplier to her performance, no? We aren't out of options."
"Wait, level? She leveled up during that trade?" Lucy muttered, before her eyes snapped toward the elite fighter. "No, wait... Odin, check that guy's stats right now. Use your head!"
'Scan!' Odin commanded internally.
[Ding!]
[Hitmonlee — Lvl 38, Gold-Potential]
"Truly elite... another Gold-Potential Pokémon," Odin stated flatly, his lips curling into a cynical grin. "They really weren't holding back with these red alerts and the gym leader's arrival. Oh, right, he's level 38 as well, just like the wasp."
"Damn it..." Lucy cursed under her breath. "38 is still horrible for us. If only the thing was level 36 or 37, we could have carved out an ideal situation."
"Well, beggars can't be choosers, my dear princess," Odin mocked openly, his voice full of a cruel, playful malice as he cast a lecherous glance down at her curves. "You better tighten up that juicy ass of yours, because if the two of us lose this round, I'm the only one who gets a quick death. You're going to end up as his premium breeding stock, his war trophy... his personal little sex slave."
"I hope the two of you are entirely done conversing and strategizing," the bounty hunter called out from across the clearing, his voice deep and dripping with a venomous focus. "Because you two low-level grunts have officially pissed me the fuck off. By the time I'm done with you, jail is going to be the absolute least of your worries."
"Exuse you, sir. It's one Officer and one Elite Officer, but sure, whatever makes you bust a nut at night right?" Odin retorted.
"In my eyes, you're all just a bunch of grunts. And that girl will take responsibility" the bounty hunter claimed.
Odin shot a smug look over at her. "See? I told you so! The guy wants your ass, Lucy."
"Ugh! Shut the fuck up, Odin! I am absolutely not giving my ass to a bounty hunter!" Lucy yelled back, her irritation peaking.
"Joke, joke, no need to be so—" Odin was cut off.
"Aura Sphere!" the hunter roared out.
Odin got caught right in the middle of his own stupid joke. The Hitmonlee forcefully thrust its hands forward, launching a spinning, glowing sphere of pure fighting energy straight at their heads. The high-velocity attack forced all four of them—Odin, Lucy, Arbok, and Rocky—to violently scatter, lunging to the dirt to dodge the explosive impact as the sphere detonated against the cave path.
"No time for your garbage jokes, Odin!" Lucy screamed through the rising dust.
"On it!" Odin snarled, his playful mood switching back into a cold executioner focus. "Rocky, Rock Throw!"
Graveler rapidly recovered his footing, locking his lower arms into the ash as he got back into his flawless, masculine baseball pitching stance. He hurled another massive, jagged boulder like a 100 miles per hour fastball. The pure, muscular technique of the throw looked beautiful, perfectly steady and powerful.
The heavy rock tore through the air and the blinding smoke, rocketing straight toward Hitmonlee's chest.
Everyone on the field expected a clean, devastating hit. Instead, the absolute unexpected happened. Hitmonlee didn't even bother to dodge; it casually shifted its weight, raised its long, elastic leg into the air, and perfectly swung its foot like a professional baseball batter hitting a ball.
CRACK!
The martial arts Pokémon literally batted the heavy boulder away with its shin, sending the rock flying at high velocity through the blazing flame smoke into the far distance of the upper cavern.
The visual left both Lucy and Odin completely shocked, their jaws dropping in pure disbelief. Even Rocky stared at his own stone hands, unable to comprehend how his fastball had just been treated like a toy.
"What the fuck?!" Odin and Lucy muttered concurrently.
"As I clearly said, it's over for you Team Rocket criminals," the bounty hunter arrogantly sneered.
"Rock Throw again!" Odin barked out, his pride flaring with a dark rage.
Rocky launched another massive boulder, but the Hitmonlee casually raised its leg and batted it away a second time with effortless precision.
"Fuuuuck! One more Rock Throw!" Odin roared, refusing to accept the limitation.
Rocky threw his third stone, but the Hitmonlee swung its leg with even greater force this time. Instead of just deflecting the boulder into the distance, the fighting-type precisely batted the rock straight back in their direction.
"Move!!" Odin yelled.
Everyone immediately scrambled away from the incoming attack. The heavy stone crashed violently into the nearby cave wall, exploding into a shower of sharp granite splinters. One jagged piece of rock sliced a thin, bleeding line across Odin's pale cheek, while another sharp shard cut a bleeding track across Lucy's exposed thigh.
"Stop spamming Rock Throw, you absolute retard!" Lucy screamed out in a panic, holding her bleeding leg.
"Tch," Odin hissed, his dead black eyes locking onto his stats.
He didn't waste another second arguing. He placed his bare hand directly onto Rocky's stone shoulder, calling his internal user interface forward within his mind. 'System! Allocate 19 points of my available Free IVs directly into his Speed IV right now!'
Ding!]
[Speed IV Completed: 12 + 19 = 31]
[Graveler Current Speed IV: 31 / 31 - MAXED]
[Remaining Free IV Points for Graveler: 3]
[Graveler has successfully broken through his limits once more and achieved Platinum-Potential!]
[The Light of Arceus phenomenon is now beginning!]
Because Odin already had his hand pressed against Rocky's slate skin, the exact second the system processed the upgrade, the phenomenon ignited. A blinding, celestial white radiance violently erupted from his palm, the divine Light of Arceus completely enveloping the stone Pokémon's body. The pure energy lasted for only a few seconds before ending right away, but because Odin was standing directly within the radiant feedback loop, his own elemental matrix absorbed the residue.
It wasn't quite enough power to push his Ground-type Affinity into the Platinum bracket, but the raw celestial mechanics were more than enough to forge a brand-new connection.
[Ding!]
[Host has successfully gained — Bronze Rank Rock-Type Affinity!]
A cold, dark smile returned to Odin's face as he felt the elemental alignment shift under his skin. It meant his stone partner would now be pulling down an additional experience point boost for every action on the field... provided they could actually find a way to murder this level-38 fighting monster before it crushed their bones.
"We're fucked. You got any actual plans, Lucy?" Odin asked, his tone dropping into a lazy, dejected drawl as he adjusted his bloody uniform jacket.
"I was honestly hoping you had one," Lucy murmured sheepishly, her eyes glued to the kicking martial arts Pokémon across the path. "Didn't you loudly claim back in the luminous cave that you were the brains of this operation, and I was just the brawn?"
Odin let out a sharp, insulting scoff, waving his hand at her face. "Oh, how incredibly convenient! You're throwing the burden right back onto me. Classic Lucy, real classic. Just another based case of being a fucking woman!"
Before she could bark an insult back through the smoke, Odin's eyes rapidly scanned his interface to check Rocky's updated list of available skills. As his gaze ran down the data block, he noticed a few brand-new options that he was completely sure the four-armed boulder didn't possess before the battle. Must have been the massive five-level spike or just the raw combat experience from fighting that wasp, Odin reasoned internally as two specific names highlighted themselves: Stealth Rock and Dig.
Odin continued studying the moves and planning, and then the system told him of a function he didn't know.
"Hmm..." Odin's lips parted into a slow, wicked grin as his mind processed the hidden variables of the skills. "I might actually have a functional plan, Lucy."
He looked up from the screen layout, his slitted eyes focusing hard on the muscular glass-cannon across the gravel. "We are going to need to aggressively zone this thing out. We have to force him to try and come close to our line... but we can't actually let him make physical contact. Our health pools are far too low right now, and we can't afford to take a single direct hit, especially me."
"I'll leave the execution to you then," Lucy muttered, taking a deep breath as she fully trusted his judgment.
"Work with me," Odin ordered flatly, his default, unhinged confidence returning to his posture.
Across the clearing, the bounty hunter lost his patience entirely, his arm snapping forward as he yelled a command. "Hitmonlee, Aura Sphere! Blast them!"
"Arbok! Sludge Bomb!" Lucy countered instantly, matching his aggression.
Odin didn't issue a direct attack command to his own partner. Instead, he channeled an instinctual thought straight into the stone monster's mind. 'Rocky, Rock Polish. Smooth out your shell.' He learned he can do this with his system when he was checking out the new moves and coming up with a plan.
The two elemental attacks collided dead-center in the middle of the cavern road, the massive collision exploding into a brilliant, blinding spectacle of purple venom and blue fighting energy that lit up the depressing, burning cave. But before the flash could even fade, the Hitmonlee violently tore straight through the colorful light, sprinting at full speed with a ferocious aggression. The fighting-type was clearly not about to let itself get zoned out or kept at a distance.
Odin's reflexes were instantaneous. "Rock Slide, now!"
Rocky slammed his lower arms into the dirt, summoning a huge cascade of massive, jagged boulders to crash straight down on top of the charging fighter.
"Hitmonlee, High Jump Kick!" the hunter roared.
The agile Pokémon launched itself high into the air with a terrifying leap. With a succession of powerful, elastic kicks, it systematically began smashing and destroying every single falling boulder into a shower of pebbles. But as it shattered the final rock mid-air, what greeted its face was a massive, high-velocity stream of purple sludge blasting straight through the debris.
SPLAT!
The heavy Sludge Bomb smacked the Hitmonlee right in the eyes, sending its body crashing heavily back down onto the stone floor. While the fighter had been entirely distracted breaking Odin's rocks, Lucy had quietly ordered Arbok to launch a secondary attack, flawlessly using the Rock Slide as a thick cover to hide the venom trajectory.
The exact second the Hitmonlee's back hit the hard stones, Odin barked out another rapid command.
"Bulldoze!"
Rocky violently slammed his massive granite body into the ground, causing a huge subterranean shockwave to erupt down the path. The volatile ground energy caught the falling Hitmonlee right as it scrambled to its feet, fracturing its footing and leaving a massive, spiderweb-like fissure stretching across the entire cavern floor.
Lucy didn't chill for a single second, keeping the pressure at an absolute maximum. "Arbok, Sludge Bomb again! Keep him down!"
"Shit! Get the fuck up and dodge!" the bounty hunter cried out in pure panic.
But the warning came far too late. The dazed Hitmonlee got hit right in the face once more by the high-pressure stream of purple poison, the force rattling its skull against the stone. Luckily for the hunter, he rolled that 20 on the dice, falling in favor, and the attack didn't trigger the Poison status effect, but the sheer damage was rapidly draining its low health pool. having a high special defense saved him alot from suffering big dmg.
The Hitmonlee was absolutely fuming with rage, its eyes turning bloodshot as it locked back onto the Rocket Officers.
"Rocky, Rock Polish once more! Do it now!" Odin commanded internally.
At the exact same time, the hunter noticed the Graveler's body beginning to glow with an agile energy and screamed a desperate counter-order. "Hitmonlee, Aura Sphere on that Graveler! Knock him out of this battle right now so we can make this a one-on-one! Don't let him polish his shell! Just one clean hit, buddy, fuck him up!"
"I think not!" Lucy sneered, her voice sharp. "Arbok, Sludge Bomb!"
The two high-velocity attacks collided dead-center once more, creating another beautiful spectacle as the purple venom and blue fighting energy exploded outward, illuminating the dark, ash-choked cavern with a bright flash.
"Hitmonlee, Mega Kick! Go!" the bounty hunter roared, capitalizing on the smoke.
"Sludge bomb once more, Lucy!" Odin barked.
This time, the Hitmonlee ran like a complete speed demon, twisting its elastic torso with a frantic agility to swiftly avoid the oncoming stream of venom. But its sudden happiness ended the exact millisecond its foot hit the gravel.
"Stealth Rock!" Odin sneered.
Rocky violently clapped his stone hands together, and a massive cluster of sharp, pointy, and floating levitating rocks instantly manifested around Hitmonlee's perimeter.
"Fuck! Tear straight through it!" the bounty hunter wailed, his eyes wide.
The enraged Hitmonlee had no choice but to run headfirst through the falling, sharp hazards, stepping directly onto some of the pointy stones and heavily injuring its feet as it made its way closer and closer to the two Officers. It desperately unleashed a Mega Kick to shatter some of the rocks out of its path, but its sole stepped directly onto a sharp granite splinter, causing a deep wound that made it completely lose its balance.
"Sludge bomb!" Lucy commanded, seizing the opening.
Once more, the Hitmonlee got hit right in the torso by the toxic blast. This time, it at least managed to awkwardly raise its long leg to kick the venom away, reducing a portion of the incoming damage, but the force still pushed its off-balance body backward. It fell heavily right onto a few more of the sharp Stealth Rock hazards, the jagged points tearing into its skin and leaving it heavily injured and standing on its last legs.
"Rock Polish!" Odin commanded coldly, his face a complete mask of malicious glee.
The Hitmonlee immediately scrambled up from the spikes and made a huge, logic-breaking leap directly in their direction, traveling at a terrifying velocity through the air.
"High Jump Kick!" the hunter screamed with absolute finality.
"Shit! I completely messed up, I didn't expect that leap!" Lucy panicked, her face turning pale as she looked up. "Arbok, Poison Tail! Swat him away from the air!"
Arbok hastily swung her heavy, venom-coated tail upward, but the movement was clumsy and rushed under the sudden pressure. The toxic tail collided with a loud crash against Hitmonlee's descending High Jump Kick mid-air. Thankfully, the sheer stage-two defense boosts from her previous Coil skills allowed Arbok to successfully defend her body from getting instantly crushed, but a much bigger problem immediately presented itself.
The Hitmonlee wasn't repelled by the impact. It was still floating right in front of her face, hovering in the air with pure, unadulterated rage in its eyes, completely ready for the execution strike.
"Checkmate, you Rocket trash!" the bounty hunter laughed maniacally. "Hitmonlee, Axe Kick! Obliterate that snake!"
With an expression of pure, murderous hatred, the fighting-type twisted its muscular body mid-air into a perfect vertical position, flexed its long leg muscles to their absolute limit, and launched a devastating Axe Kick right on top of Arbok's head.
BOOM!
The sheer, crushing downward force planted Arbok's head directly into the hard stone floor, the impact shattering the ground beneath her skull. Hitmonlee kept his heavy leg resting right on top of her smashed head, standing tall like a primitive warmonger celebrating an absolute victory over a fallen foe.
Arbok was completely down for the count. Or, at the very least, not just yet.
Before her consciousness could fade into a fainted state, Arbok drew in every single drop of raw adrenaline her body could muster to perform one last instinctual action. Even with Hitmonlee's heavy leg forcefully holding her face down into the dirt, she gathered the remainder of her strength to twist her neck, lifting her snout just enough to glare menacingly straight into the fighter's eyes.
Without receiving a single command from Lucy, the snake unleashed her natural Glare move of her own accord, her absolute willpower forcing a wave of paralyzing energy through the air. The yellow light struck the fighting-type at point-blank range, instantly cutting its speed stat in half and locking its limbs into a heavy, static paralysis.
With her final duty completed, Arbok's head fell limply to the dirt, her eyes rolling back as she fainted.
"Shit! Fucking paralysis!" the hunter cursed violently, noticing the yellow static dancing across his Pokémon's muscles. "Hitmonlee, finish it anyway! Axe Kick on that damn Graveler!"
Except... the Graveler was nowhere to be seen on the entire battlefield. Rocky had completely disappeared, gone from the clearing just like that, leaving nothing but an empty patch of gravel behind.
All that remained at the mouth of the tunnel was Lucy and Odin standing right next to each other. Odin had casually wrapped his broad arm tightly around Lucy's shoulder, his fingers resting directly over her large breasts as he shamelessly began groping and fondling them through her unbuttoned uniform jacket. A massive, completely unhinged and psychopathic grin was locked onto his face, looking exactly like the legendary, wide-mouthed smile of Jeff the Killer. Lucy had her head completely down, her cheeks flushed a bright, embarrassed red from being publicly used as a physical prop to boost his massive, narcissistic ego in the middle of a warzone.
The bounty hunter blinked, his brain completely stalling as he stared at the degenerate grunt fondling a woman while losing a battle. Before he could even finish his sentence to question why Odin was smiling, he screamed out: "Why the fuck are you smiling?! You fucking maniac—"
RUMBLE!!!
The solid stone floor beneath Hitmonlee's feet violently trembled.
In the exact same millisecond, the ground shattered completely, and Rocky flew straight out of the earth like a high-velocity jet, utilizing the hidden Dig MoveOdin had spotted earlier. The four-armed stone monster delivered a brutal, crushing uppercut directly to Hitmonlee's jaw, the sheer physical force sending the paralyzed fighter flying high into the air.
With a cocky, arrogant grin, Odin squeezed Lucy's breast even harder, the rough pressure causing the embarrassed woman to let out a soft, involuntary moan of mixed pain and pleasure through her teeth. "Ahh... Odin, stop..."
"Rocky, Rollout!" Odin shouted, his voice a manic, menacing laugh that echoed off the cavern walls. "Time to play a little high-stakes pinball with this loser!"
Mid-air, Rocky tightly curled his arms and legs back into a solid stone boulder, his body rapidly spinning as he prepared to hit the ground and initialize the rolling multiplier.
"Oh no you fucking won't!" the hunter roared out desperately. "Hitmonlee, Axe Kick! Knock that boulder out of the sky!"
Unfortunately for the elite, the Graveler was moving far too quickly, and the Glare paralysis had done an absolute number on Hitmonlee's physical attributes. Not only was the fighter slow and clumsy in the air, but the static paralysis locked its muscles at the worst possible microsecond. Instead of delivering a clean, crushing Axe Kick to murder the rock-type, the awkward strike completely missed the sweet spot. The foot only brushed past the spinning stone, doing zero damage and accidentally giving Rocky a massive, high-velocity kinetic boost that sent him slamming onto the ground with an even greater, terrifying speed.
What happened next completely shocked the bounty hunter, his jaw dropping as the tactical blueprint finally became clear. He finally understood why Odin had been relentlessly commanding Rocky to spam Rock Polish during the earlier trades.
The Rock Polish move increases a Pokémon's speed attribute by a massive two stages for every single execution. Since Odin had strategically forced Rocky to use the move three consecutive times behind the cover of Lucy's Arbok, Rocky had pulled down a total six-stage speed multiplier. Combined with his brand-new, perfect 31 Individual Value in Speed and his newly awakened Platinum-Potential growth bracket, even a traditionally slow, heavy Rock-and-Ground type like a Graveler had been successfully transformed into an absolute speed demon.
Rocky's velocity was completely insane. He began rolling around the perimeter of the crossroads, gathering more and more momentum with every single second that passed.
His granite skin had been polished perfectly smooth, the reduction in friction allowing him to sprint across the vertical cave walls, his velocity rising so fast that his mass was actively ignoring the natural laws of gravity. He only got quicker, harder, and deadlier.
He was a literal blur, blitzing past the dazed Hitmonlee from the left and right, leaving nothing but a whistling wind in his wake. The hunter and the paralyzed fighter were having an incredibly hard time even tracking Rocky's physical location through the smoke; he was simply rolling too fast, his rotating mass generating a massive, continental power loop.
Eventually, Rocky sharply altered his path, setting his trajectory directly toward the center of the paralyzed Hitmonlee.
The hunter and his martial arts Pokémon panicked completely, their faces turning pale as the heavy shadow zoomed down the lane. "Quick! Dodge it!... Wait, no! There's not enough time! Kick it away! High Jump Kick!"
The Hitmonlee tried his absolute best, forcing his trembling, paralyzed leg into the air to kick the wrecking ball away before it crushed his chest.
The Hitmonlee gathered every single ounce of raw power it could muster in its elastic limbs, its adrenaline working overtime to fight through the static paralysis. It launched its body upward, performing its absolute strongest and most brilliant High Jump Kick yet. With a desperate roar, it thrust its foot straight into the path of the roaring stone ball named Rocky.
The collision was brutal. Unfortunately for the fighter, instead of injuring or killing the blitzing boulder, the trade backfired completely. The kick connected, yes, but the six-stage speed multiplier and polished mass did absolutely nothing to Graveler; the sheer force of the impact only slightly altered the rolling trajectory of the stone wheel. In return, all Hitmonlee heard was a disgusting, wet crunch echoing from its own limb.
SNAP!
Its leg shattered instantly against the rotating granite, and the fighting Pokémon let out a horrific scream of sheer, agonizing pain, collapsing into the ash.
Rocky ricocheted violently against the far rock face like a chaotic, high-velocity pinball, bouncing off the walls and gathering even more speed and power from the kinetic bounce. Changing his directions and rotating his body mid-air, ignoring gravity as he set his course straight for the center of the clearing once more. This time, there was absolutely nothing the Hitmonlee could do. It lay flat on its back, paralyzed and crippled with a broken leg, watching the shadow grow larger.
Odin continued squeezing and fondling Lucy's large boobs through her unbuttoned uniform jacket, his broad hand completely burying itself in her tits.
"Rule number 1, Bounty hunter with no name," Odin said with a cocky, thoroughly psychopathic grin. "Never let your opponent set up their strats!"
He reached his thumb and index finger inside the fabric, viciously pinching Lucy's sensitive nipple, and then roughly yanked her shirt and bra aside—completely exposing her bare boobs and protruding nipples right into the dim firelight for the helpless hunter to look at. In Odin's own twisted, chaotic mind, the logic was flawless: since you are going to die anyway, I'll at least give your loser ass a final view of something premium you can never have in this lifetime!
BOOM!
And that was the absolute last view the elite bounty hunter ever saw.
Rocky rolled straight through Hitmonlee's body at a supersonic speed. The raw, heavy kinetic force completely exploded the fighting-type on impact, its muscular limbs ripping off and sending severed parts flying across the path in a massive, graphic explosion of dark red blood that splattered violently against the cavern walls.
But the wrecking ball didn't stop there. Rocky maintained his trajectory, rolling straight towards the terrified human trainer. The bounty hunter had absolutely zero time to react or scramble away; his dying eyes could only briefly track the visual of Lucy's exposed breast and nipples hovering in the smoke. They were beautifully pink, with a small areola and a sharp, protruding nipple... How wonderful and degenerate his final human thoughts were.
BAM! SPLASH!
The bounty hunter's body literally exploded into wet paste as Graveler rolled straight through his torso like a rocket, a massive sheet of blood and shattered bone showering the burning gravel.
Across Odin's vision, the blue user interface dropped the massive experience haul.
[Ding!]
[Graveler (Rocky) leveled up 3x!]
[Graveler Lvl 30 —> 33 (New)]
[12 Free IV points gained from Level Ups!][Total Available Free IV points pool for Graveler updated to 15!]
[Companion's Arbok leveled up! Lvl 34 —> 35 (New)]
Just then, a loud, grinding roar and a sharp, agonized cry echoed violently from the other side of the rock slide barrier. The heavy roar belonged to the massive Onyx, and the desperate cry came from the Houndoom.
"Seems like their battle is also rounding up," Odin said lazily, his eyes completely ignoring the absolute bloodbath on the ground.
"Mhm... could you please stop groping me now...?" Lucy cried out softly, her head hanging down as her face burned a deep, mortified crimson from the sheer public exposure. She shivered against his chest, her bare breasts still tingling from the cold air of the cave. "You already had your fun using my body to boost your ego and completely distract the bounty hunter in his final moments. Great, beautiful, you're a absolute genius. Who could have even come up with a scumbag play like that? Now please let me go, Odin... I'm feeling incredibly weird inside."
"It's called getting turned on, princess," Odin teased loudly, his slitted eyes dancing with an obnoxiously arrogant malice. "It means you're a pervert and you're horny and a Exhibitionist"
To completely break her dignity, he leaned his hand down and pinched her exposed, sensitive nipple one more time, twisting the bud with a rough force.
Lucy violently gasped, a soft, helpless moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaping her lips as her inner heat flared up. "Ahh... I said stop..." she moaned out weakly, her fingers clutching his uniform sleeves as her knees went entirely wobbly.