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Pokémon Name : Charmander
Gender : Male
Current Level : 15
Primary Attribute : Fire
Genetic Trait : Blaze
Potential Aptitude
└─ Mythic Deep-Blue
「Peak Hereditary Threshold」
Current Status
└─ Overflowing Vitality
「Cellular Adaptation Stable」
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• Flame Whip • Ember • Scratch
• Pound • Encore • Dragon Pulse
• Flamethrower • Fire Punch • Flame Charge
• Flame Wheel
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A prehistoric throwback variant that has successfully triggered dormant draconic ancestral genes hidden deep within its bloodline. Its physical growth ceiling far surpasses standard Charmander limits. With proper alignment, combat conditioning, and specialized metabolic reinforcement, this specimen can gradually replicate the operational torque and destructive combat output of a pristine Mega Charizard X configuration.
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"Giovanni certainly went through considerable diplomatic and logistical friction to procure this specimen," Feng Che mused, a look of genuine appreciation lighting his face as he closed the diagnostic screen. "An exceptional coronation gift."
"Return for now, Charmander. Get some rest."
Feng Che recalled the grey-black infant into its heavy ultra-ball. He smoothly adjusted his heavy traveling cloak, drawing a low-profile carbon-fiber visor over his eyes before charting a course toward the perimeter entrance of Lumiose City's absolute structural underbelly—the central Underground Black Market.
He navigated the rain-slicked neon streets until he slipped into a sharply designed, high-end metropolitan coffee shop. The establishment was heavily populated by shadow-brokers, rogue coordinators, and underground syndicate factors all wearing similar muted traveling cloaks and concealment masks.
Every entity quartered within this perimeter shared the exact same operational objective—gaining clearance to descend into the subterranean trade corridors.
Right as Feng Che stepped near the counter, a subtle, highly distinct thread of a familiar botanical fragrance brushed past his senses. The olfactory profile meticulously matched the exotic, synthetic pheromone mist he had previously logged across the greenhouse blocks of Poacher Island.
Feng Che's eyes narrowed beneath his visor, his gaze locking onto a slender, elegantly dressed man who had quietly anchored his coordinates parallel to his stance. The stranger's eyes carried a sharp, calculating glint.
"You may address me as Arthur," the man murmured, his voice pitching at a frequency only Feng Che's receptors could capture.
"I trust the Overseer hasn't completely expunged our island covenant from his memory files? I granted you my solemn vow that the exact millisecond my external operations finalized, I would report directly to your stable."
"In terms of operational classification, I function as a high-order Information Broker—specializing explicitly in facilitating the liquidation of restricted assets and high-tier military hardware." Arthur explained smoothly.
"I require immediate, unmonitored access to the primary market rings of Lumiose. What is the standard structural entry vector?"
Feng Che had originally calculated a sequence of short-range Teleport matrices via Mewtwo to cleanly slip through the spatial grid, but he wanted to minimize his energy profile to avoid triggering local network alarms.
"It is an immense stroke of luck that the Overseer abstained from executing a blind Teleport query to breach this sector," Arthur laughed softly under his breath. "The local syndicate families here are pathologically xenophobic. The entire subterranean bedrock has been woven with high-density Psychic Damping Matrix grids engineered explicitly to track and intercept the biological telemetry of any reality-warping entity attempting to bypass the toll-gates."
"Furthermore, the main ring is hosting a restricted Grand Auction tonight—a premium clearance event set to liquidate several undocumented alpha specimens and ancient relics."
"However, to secure a seat within the bidding gallery, the local security desk requires a verified liquid asset profile of no less than one million League credits."
"Should the Overseer's current account profile be temporarily tied up in corporate transit, my station can comfortably assign a pre-loaded account ledger to your console." Arthur noted with a sly, cooperative smile.
"Save your theatrics, Broker. A one million credit clearance is basic pocket change," Feng Che brushed the offer away smoothly, passing a sleek, unregistered bearer card through his cloak. "Provide an itemized layout of the high-value commodities scheduled for liquidation tonight."
Feng Che meticulously cross-referenced his historical data banks; he recalled a fragmented regional chronicle indicating that during a specific historic Lumiose auction cycle, an exceptionally rare Larvitar had been processed through the blocks.
The local cataloging clerks had completely miscalculated its biological potential, misidentifying its deep-blue genetic lineage as a common yellow tier due to manual data manipulation executed by a rogue scout, allowing it to be dumped on the market at a fraction of its true worth.
While Feng Che maintained a highly disciplined approach to expanding his active combat box, refusing to dilute his resources over excess baggage, a pseudo-legendary master variant commanding a Mythic-Blue pedigree was an anomaly his house could never pass up.
"The inventory manifests several high-priority targets tonight," Arthur reported instantly, his tone turning professional. "The crown jewel includes a fully preserved, prehistoric fossilized skeletal structure of an ancient Salamence that dates back ten millennia."
"We also have an authenticated Dragon-Clan Summoning Flute, supplemented by three undocumented Mega Stone catalysts—though my data-scouts have yet to crack the encryption keys to verify exactly which lineages those specific stones are calibrated to trigger."
"Superb. Initiate the descent vector."
Feng Che reached down, idly lifting his Eevee onto his forearm. The little normal-type had been fed such a high-density regimen of premium nutrient pastes within his greenhouse that its body had grown remarkably plush and thick.
As Feng Che systematically combed through its dense fur, the little fox let out an irritated, high-pitched puff, its muzzle twisting in absolute dissatisfaction.
The creature's evolutionary resonance metrics have long since hit absolute maximum saturation parameters... Exactly which directional matrix should I authorize for its metamorphosis?
Under traditional ecological engineering, there were three explicit pathways that required absolute psychological affinity to trigger: Espeon, Umbreon, and Sylveon.
"Forget it. I'll let its own biological adaptability determine the final paradigm when the spatial friction hits," Feng Che muttered, lightly pinching the thick layer of fat across the fox's flanks.
"Your mass density has noticeably breached standard parameters, little one. The moment we land in Unova, your station is entering a severe high-intensity conditioning matrix."
The threat caused Eevee's ears to violently pin back, its paws swatting at his cloak in absolute outrage.
Eevee (Thinking): My mass distribution is perfectly optimized, you dense human! This is pure, high-tensile structural muscle thickness, not fat!
"Please maintain a tight lock on my stride," Arthur instructed, navigating past the tables. "I maintain a highly refined reputation across the Lumiose underbelly; the security wardens at the threshold routinely afford my business considerable administrative leeway."
The broker guided Feng Che directly through the high-temperature industrial kitchens of the coffee shop. The local culinary staff merely glanced at Arthur's custom sigil before immediately lowering their eyes, returning to their tasks without logging a single query.
They breached the employee locker block, where Arthur reached down to slide open a heavy, false industrial storage bin, revealing a dark, reinforced reinforced-concrete transit tunnel plunging into the subterranean bedrock.
"An autonomous shortcut into the primary market rings. It required considerable financial and psychological leverage over the local zoning clerks to safely excavate this conduit," Arthur smiled proudly.
"The kitchen staff outside... you've systematically locked down their cognitive pathways utilizing your synthetic pheromone strains, correct?" Feng Che noted, his hand resting casually near his belt as his sensory array analyzed the air. To this exact millisecond, he had zero intention of granting Arthur absolute trust.
"An accurate assessment, Overseer. It is my signature methodology. My tracking nodes confirmed this coordinate offered the absolute thinnest structural barrier to the market's primary vault lines."
"As a result, I permanently adjusted the cognitive patterns of the local management team, allowing my crew to construct this bypass completely off the League's radar."
"Please descend. The clearance is remarkably narrow." Arthur dropped into the dark chute, gesturing for Feng Che to follow. "We must move quickly; I still need to format several counterfeit identification metrics for your terminal before the auction gates lock."
The moment Feng Che's boots made contact with the cold stone floor of the subterranean market ring, a familiar acoustic frequency cut through the distant chatter of the black-market crowd, calling out his title.
He turned smoothly, his visor tracking the approach of a small, Bespectacled youth. Despite the boy wearing a low-profile stealth mask, Feng Che instantly recognized the distinct cybernetic gear and stance of Clemont.
"How under heaven did your station establish an operational link with the Young Director?" Arthur's voice dropped into a sharp, startled whisper, his diagnostic console flickering as he backed away.
"His biological father stands as the undisputed Sovereign of this entire subterranean black-market syndicate."
"I was fully prepared to burn several premium favors to secure a counterfeit master pass for your console, but if your house commands a direct line to Clemont, the administrative hurdles dissolve entirely."
"You can utilize his clearance to navigate the high rings. Here is your bearer card; keep it locked." Arthur smoothly slid the card back into Feng Che's hand, his silhouette turning fluid as he dissolved back into the dense, roiling crowd of brokers without leaving a single trace.
"Feng Che! What spatial parameters guided your arrival to this specific sector?" Clemont inquired, his voice laced with intense scientific curiosity as he stepped forward.
"My network intercepted data indicating that the Lumiose underbelly was hosting a maximum-threshold Grand Auction tonight, featuring several undocumented structural relics. Naturally, I chose to audit the inventory," Feng Che answered smoothly, his demeanor perfectly innocent.
"However, I lack a formalized regional transit passport for this sector; the broker who guided me through the outer gates vanished the exact millisecond your unit materialized."
"Haha! So your station is currently operating as an administrative ghost? Say no more, I'll clear the data locks immediately. Here, take this," Clemont smiled, utilizing a localized mechanical arm extending from his backpack to extract a gleaming, gold-embossed Master Clearance Plate.
"The entire security system architecture governing this subterranean market ring was personally coded and compiled by my laboratory; my console commands absolute administrator privileges."
Right as the golden card registered in Feng Che's hand, a hulking, bare-chested man wearing a heavy iron combat mask strode out from the VIP tunnels. Following tightly behind his massive stride was an exceptionally powerful, battle-scarred Blaziken whose chest radiated a deep, internal heat signature.
"Clemont, thank heaven your station reported to the court," the masked giant bellowed, his voice vibrating the iron panels of his mask. "The main security grid has been throwing anomalous diagnostic errors for the past twenty minutes, emitting a high-frequency acoustic distortion across the lower vaults. See if your console can manually debug the master loop."
This masked brawler was none other than Clemont's biological father—Meyer.
He commanded a thoroughly complex triple-identity matrix: to the public eyes of Lumiose City, he was a common, mild-mannered appliance repair shop owner; across the dark tracks of the subterranean underbelly, he ruled as the undisputed Overlord managing the entire black-market ecosystem; while inside the civilian sectors, he transformed into the legendary masked vigilante who enforced absolute justice across the high roofs—the Blaziken Mask.