As Alex stepped out of the black market—
A familiar cold chime echoed in his mind.
System Notice:
✅ Successfully cut off Leon Ashford's opportunity — Champion-level Shiny Ralts
🔻 Leon Ashford's Luck: –1000
🎁 Host gains 10,000 Points
System Notice:
✅ Successfully cut off Leon Ashford's future opportunities
❌ Leon Ashford has been blacklisted from the Black Auction
🔻 Leon Ashford's Luck: –1000
🎁 Host gains 10,000 Points
System Notice:
✅ Successfully cut off Leon Ashford's connection with the Ironvale Family
❌ Opportunity degradation detected
🔻 Leon Ashford's Luck: –1000
🎁 Host gains 10,000 Points
System Points: 36,000
Alex stopped walking.
He let out a slow breath.
"…Three thousand luck gone in one night."
In the novel—
That egg had been Leon's second strongest Pokémon, only inferior to Metagross.
The recipe?
Leon would've bought it cheaply, repackaged it, and sold it to the Ironvale family—
taking 10% profit for life, slowly building his hidden financial empire.
All of it—
Gone.
Alex chuckled softly.
"So this is what it feels like to strangle fate directly."
He didn't feel guilt.
Leon Ashford was selfish, parasitic, and opportunistic.
Everything Leon ever gained—
Was built on stepping over others.
Especially the Runcandel family.
Alex didn't care anymore.
Riding the Dragon Home
Alex released Garchomp.
The dragon roared, wings tearing through the night air.
Alex mounted it smoothly.
"Let's go home."
BOOM—!
They shot into the sky.
Below them—
The black market lights faded.
Above—
The Runcandel crest shone like a star.
Runcandel Mansion — Late Night
Alex landed smoothly and recalled Garchomp.
The mansion gates opened automatically.
Servants bowed.
"Welcome back, Young Master."
Alex nodded and walked inside.
He headed straight to his room.
Once alone—
He summoned the egg into his system space.
The black egg pulsed faintly.
"…You were meant to belong to someone else."
Alex smiled.
"But fate made a mistake."
He then glanced at the Ancient Statue.
"A Legendary-grade breeding recipe…"
"In the hands of the Ironvale family, this would've been dangerous."
"But now—"
Alex's eyes gleamed.
"It's mine."
Somewhere Else — Leon Ashford
Leon sat alone in his room.
His chest felt heavy.
Cold.
Empty.
"…Why do I feel like everything is slipping away?"
He clenched his fists.
"I'll get it back."
He didn't realize—
Fate had already turned its back on him.
Alex lay back on his bed.
System points rising.
Enemies falling.
Future rewritten.
"And this is only the beginning."