"Most Pokémon in the terrarium range from Level 3 to Level 45, depending on the zone. If you want Gible to be ready for a journey. It needs to gain experience and strength. Testing it with some of the weaker ones here would be good training to help you bond."
"I was already planning to train," I said. "I wouldn't take Gible out into the world unprepared."
"Good." Oak smiled, that familiar grandfatherly expression that I was only beginning to associate with actual memories of this man. "Because the world out there is dangerous, Samael. Even in these controlled regions. You'll need to be ready."
Elara cleared her throat, drawing our attention. "Professor, if Samael is going to be training here, I'd like to observe. Document Gible's development, track any changes as it gains experience. We need to understand if this transformation is stable, if there will be any unexpected effects as it grows."
I felt Gible's immediate adverse reaction through our bond, but I held up a hand before it could growl.
"Observation only," I said firmly. "You can watch from a distance, take notes, whatever. But you don't interfere with training, you don't run experiments, and you don't try to touch Gible without explicit permission. Clear?"
Elara nodded quickly, relief evident that I wasn't shutting her out entirely. "Crystal clear. I promise I'll stay out of your way."
"See that you do."
Professor Oak watched this exchange with obvious amusement, but said nothing. Instead, he turned his attention back to his tablet, scrolling through data.
"There's one more thing we need to address," he said thoughtfully. "This transformation, this new variant of Gible—it needs to be documented properly. Published, even. Otherwise, someone else might discover a similar phenomenon and claim credit, or worse, try to patent the process."
I hadn't even considered that angle, but of course Oak was right. In a world where Pokémon research could make or break careers, discovery rights were necessary.
"You're suggesting I write a paper?"
"I'm suggesting you establish priority," Oak corrected. "Document what happened, give the phenomenon a name, register it with the Pokémon Research Consortium. That way, no matter what happens in the future, you'll be recognized as the discoverer."
"Wait." Something occurred to me suddenly. "Grandfather, before I name anything, I need to confirm something. How many regions are confirmed to exist in the world right now?"
Oak looked surprised by the question but answered readily. "Four major regions: Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh. There are rumors of lands beyond the known seas, but nothing confirmed. Why do you ask?"
Four regions. Only four. Not the eight or nine I remembered from the games I'd played in my previous life.
'Extreme Mode,' I thought. 'This really is a different timeline. Fewer regions discovered, potentially different Pokémon distributions...'
Which meant there was no risk that my naming convention would conflict with something that already existed in an undiscovered region.
"I'm asking," I said slowly, "because I want to make sure the name I choose doesn't accidentally duplicate something that already exists somewhere else."
"A valid concern," Oak acknowledged. "But given that we have comprehensive documentation from all four regions and nothing even remotely similar to your Gible has ever been reported, I think you're safe."
I looked down at Gible, who met my gaze with those brilliant amber eyes, trust radiating through our mental connection.
The silver glow I'd seen around it. The Prism Eye ability had let me identify its potential. The way the transformation revealed its proper form was like light refracting through a prism, revealing hidden colors.
"Prism," I said aloud. "I'm calling it the Prism Transformation. And Gible is the first Prism Pokémon."
The name felt right as soon as I said it. Not just because of my ability, but because of what the transformation represented. Revealing hidden facets, showing true colors that had been trapped inside.
Professor Oak tested the name silently, his lips moving slightly. Then he smiled.
"Prism Transformation," he repeated. "Yes. That works. It's descriptive without being overly technical, memorable, and it establishes a clear naming convention if this happens again with other Pokémon."
He pulled up a new document on his tablet and typed quickly.
"I'll help you draft the initial report. We'll need to include your observations of the silver glow phenomenon, the transformation process, Gible's before-and-after specifications, and the new typing. We'll submit it to the Consortium within the week, which will establish your discovery date and give you official naming rights."
Elara had gone very quiet, staring at Gible with an expression I couldn't quite read. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft.
"The first Prism Pokémon." She looked at me, and for the first time since we'd met, there was genuine respect in her gaze rather than just the scientific hunger. "You're going to change everything, Samael. Not just for Gible, but for how we understand Pokémon genetics, evolution, potential..."
"Maybe," I said, uncomfortable with the weight of her words. "Or maybe Gible is unique. Maybe this is a one-time thing that can't be replicated."
"Do you really believe that?" Oak asked quietly.
"No," I admitted. "I don't think Gible will be the only one. I think there are more Pokémon out there with hidden potential just waiting to be unlocked. And I'm going to find them."
Professor Oak's smile widened, pride evident in every line of his weathered face.
"Then I suggest you get started," he said. "You have two weeks until you have to apply for your Trainer's License, and another two weeks after that before you receive it on your eighteenth birthday. That gives you four weeks to train Gible, to prepare for your journey, and to figure out what kind of trainer you want to be."
He placed a hand on my shoulder, the gesture heavy with significance.
"Make them count, Samael. Because something tells me the world is about to be introduced to something it's never seen before."
I looked down at Gible, at the crimson scales, the steel-sharp teeth, and eyes that burned with newfound confidence.
"We're going to do more than introduce them to something new," I said quietly. "We're going to show them what's possible when you refuse to give up on potential that others can't see."
Gible's mental voice resonated with fierce agreement. 'Together. Partners.'
"Together," I confirmed.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, a new system notification appeared:
[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: Named Discovery]
[Reward: +120 GP]
[Current GP: 510]
[Prism Transformation officially designated]
[You are now recognized as the discoverer of Prism Pokémon]