Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth

Chapter 1011: Chapter 1228: The Chosen DogChapter 1012: Chapter 1229: Metagross Vs Arcanine

Pokémon: Arcanine (Fire/Rock)

Level: 97

Potential: Purple

Ability: Flash Fire

Held Item: Golden Fire Stone

Gender: Male

Moves: Leer, Ember, Howl, Bite, Flame Wheel, Helping Hand, Agility, Extreme Speed, Take Down, Flamethrower, Flare Blitz, Fire Fang, Power Gem, Snarl, Roar, Crunch, Retaliate, Reversal, Rock Slide, Raging Fury, Rock throw

TMs: None

Egg Moves: Morning Sun, Thrash, Double Kick, Double-Edge, Head Smash

Note: Blessed by Arceus, it has obtained the King Form.

Note: King Form—In this form, it cannot be captured. The power of Fire-type and Rock-type moves is increased by 100%, damage taken is reduced by 50%, and it is immune to all negative status conditions.

Note: When holding the Golden Fire Stone, there is a 1% chance for Fire- or Rock-type moves to deal 10× damage (can trigger once every 24 hours).

Note: After soaking in the Terraflux Magma, its Fire-type essence has been purified—physical strength increased by 2 to 5×, Fire-type moves power increased by 50%, Burn chance raised to 100%, and Water-type damage is reduced by 40%.

Note: Within the Molten Arena, Arcanine recovers 10% of its stamina per minute. All Pokémon except Fire-types, First-class Legendaries, and Gold-grade Potential suffer a reduction in strength (Champion-level reduced by 20%, Pseudo-Champion by 50%, Elite by 90%).

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As he looked at the information fed back by his Probing Eyes, Julian's gaze toward that foul-mouthed Arcanine completely changed.

These luxurious stats were absurdly stacked—almost unreal.

Even its held item was an Ultimate treasure-grade item, and it could actually trigger 10× damage.

What did 10× damage mean?

If it actually triggered, a single Flamethrower might even injure Metagross—and not just lightly.

Sure, the probability was only 1%, which sounded low—but that depended on the opponent.

If the opponent was 'him', then based on his notoriously bad luck, Julian felt that this "1%" might as well be 100%. The chance of it triggering was just way too high against him.

An item like the Golden Fire Stone made his eyes burn with desire.

That "10× damage" wasn't just a simple multiplication—it could cause a qualitative leap in destructive power.

If this Arcanine was at the peak of Champion-level, it might even be able to injure an early-stage First-class Legendary with the help of that item.

The key point was that this Golden Fire Stone matched Arcanine's attributes perfectly. Julian couldn't help but think—was this guy another "chosen one" like Gengar?

And on top of that, it had already soaked in the Terraflux Magma, though that part didn't surprise Julian at all. After all, the magma was right here in the Molten Arena, completely out in the open.

As the ruler of this place, if Arcanine hadn't discovered it, that would've been downright ridiculous.

Plus, the King Form alone was already absurdly powerful.

Compared to the Kleavor and Lilligant Julian had encountered before, this Arcanine was even receiving additional buffs from the Molten Arena itself.

Those two hadn't gotten any environmental boost.

From this alone, it was clear—this Arcanine was something special.

With the Molten Arena's enhancement, it recovered 10% of its stamina every minute, giving it terrifying endurance.

If it couldn't be heavily injured in one go, then the longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it would become for Arcanine.

And within this arena, aside from Fire-types, First-class Legendaries, and Gold-grade Potential Pokémon, all others would have their strength suppressed to varying degrees.

At the same time, this Arcanine was already extremely powerful in its own right—Level 97, which put it at the late-stage Champion-level.

Combined with its Ultimate treasure-grade held item, King Form, and the Molten Arena's boost, its combat power absolutely reached peak Champion-level, and not just any ordinary peak Champion at that.

"Believe it or not, I can bite your neck off in one go."

The golden Arcanine bared its sharp fangs at Moltres. This bird was just too good at throwing insults—it was starting to lose the verbal battle.

It couldn't even figure out where Moltres had learned such advanced trash talk.

Moltres scoffed, "Bite my neck off? You think you can? With those teeth, you'd struggle just chewing wood."

Julian: 'It actually can bite your neck off…'

Moltres wasn't weak—but against an opponent with higher level, stronger items, and environmental advantage, it would definitely be at a disadvantage.

The golden Arcanine was now completely enraged and lunged at Moltres—but in the next moment, Julian's Arcanine slammed into it and knocked it aside.

"What are you doing, you dumb dog?" The golden Arcanine looked at Julian's Arcanine with confusion.

"You're the dumb dog." Julian's Arcanine snapped back first, then added, "If anyone's biting that stupid bird's neck, it'll be me—what makes you think it's your turn?"

"You dumb dog—you're not even a Champion yet. What are you running your mouth for?"

The golden Arcanine was angered to the point of amusement, looking at Julian's Arcanine with utter disdain.

"Once I soak in that, I will be."

Arcanine pointed a paw at the Terraflux Magma. It knew that as long as it soaked in it, it could break through its bottleneck and become a Champion-level Pokémon.

Then it would see how this stupid bird dared to act smug in front of it.

"That's mine, you mutt. And I don't agree."

The golden Arcanine was furious—this guy was shamelessly treating its treasure like it belonged to him.

"Who said it's yours? It belongs to my trainer now."

Arcanine proudly walked over to Julian, clearly declaring ownership on his behalf, as if to say: 'This is my trainer's now—you've got nothing to do with it.'

"I'll bite both you and that stupid bird!"

The golden Arcanine was exploding with rage. For the first time, it felt that dogs could be this annoying—though that bird was still even worse.

Julian quickly grabbed Moltres before it could open its mouth again, signaling that he too wanted to say a few words.

"Doggo, you—"

"Arf!"

Arcanine: "Master, you can't call it 'doggo'!"

His Arcanine protested—"doggo" was an affectionate nickname meant only for itself.

"Arf!"

Golden Arcanine: "Who are you calling 'doggo'? Are we that familiar? Call me Your Majesty!"

…Seriously.

Julian took a deep breath. The Arcanine in front of him was troublesome—and his own Arcanine wasn't any better.

Calling the other one Doggo was just Julian saying it out of habit. As for calling it "Your Majesty"—this dog really had some nerve.

"Arcanine, let's have a battle. If I win, the right to use this Terraflux magma belongs to me."

"If I lose… how about this?"

As he spoke, Julian took out a one-meter-long chew toy from his system space.

"Arf!"

Seeing it, Julian's Arcanine immediately panicked: "Master, that's my toy! That's mine—you can't give it to this dumb dog!"

A lot of canine Pokémon loved having something to gnaw on in their mouths. If they didn't, they'd feel like something was missing, and then some would start chewing up sofas and furniture.

The golden Arcanine had lived its entire life in the secret realm—when had it ever seen something like a chew toy?

But instinctively, the moment it saw it, its first thought was:

'That thing must feel amazing to bite.'

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"No need to fight—I surrender. Just give me that thing."

The golden Arcanine stared at the chew toy in Julian's hand, its face full of desire. Faced with Julian's proposal to battle, it directly admitted defeat.

Julian fell silent for a few seconds. Seeing that his System's Main Quest still showed 2/5, he immediately understood—the System didn't recognize the surrender.

Looks like they'd have to fight after all.

His current Main Quest was defeating the five King-form Pokémon, and the reward was designating one of his own Pokémon to gain the King Form, along with five Rare Candies (usable below Champion level).

He had already defeated two. If he defeated this Arcanine as well, then he'd be another step closer to completing the objective.

"Let's have a battle, and I'll give you this."

As he spoke, Julian took out an even larger and better-looking chew toy. Most importantly, this one was brand new—unlike the previous one, which his own Arcanine had already chewed on and left full of bite marks.

The golden Arcanine's eyes went wide at the sight of the deluxe version of the chew toy, drool already dripping from its mouth.

"Arf—"

Julian used his hand to hold back his own Arcanine.

"Mine, that's mine. Master, you can't give it to this dumb dog!"

Arcanine looked anxiously at the chew toy in his hand.

"Relax. It only gets it if it wins. Do you really think I'll lose?"

Julian's voice echoed directly in Arcanine's mind.

Arcanine froze for a moment—then thought it over.

Right. Its master was invincible. How could he possibly lose? So it quickly calmed down.

"If you don't agree, I'll just give this chew toy to my own dog."

Julian deliberately moved the chew toy closer to his Arcanine.

The golden Arcanine's eyes went red at the sight, and it quickly said, "Fine! I agree! If I win, you give me that thing."

Julian nodded.

"Alright, come on then."

The golden Arcanine took a battle stance, though its eyes kept drifting toward the chew toy in Julian's hand.

"Let's change locations, or the magma pool will get destroyed."

Julian pointed toward the magma nearby. If they fought here, the aftershocks would definitely affect it.

The golden Arcanine nodded.

So Julian led them to a spot far away from the Terraflux magma—far enough that it wouldn't be impacted by the battle.

"Tres!"

Moltres: "Dumb dog, today I'll show you how strong I am!"

Before Julian could even send out a Pokémon, Moltres flew forward on its own.

"You?"

The golden Arcanine looked at it with utter disdain.

"Moltres, come back."

Julian called out helplessly, "It's not your turn."

Moltres turned around, staring at its trainer in disbelief.

In a battlefield like this, it was clearly the most suitable choice. Surely he wasn't planning to send out that "dumb dog" that hadn't even reached the Champion-level yet?

But Moltres was only at the early-stage Champion-level. How could it possibly defeat a level 97 King-form Arcanine?

"Metagross, you're up."

Julian sent out his strongest Pokémon—Metagross.

In the Molten Arena, unless you were a Fire-type, First-class Legendary, or had Gold-grade Potential, your strength would be suppressed.

On top of that, this golden Arcanine was practically a "chosen one," with an Ultimate treasure-grade held item boosting it.

Under these circumstances, the only Pokémon Julian could trust was Metagross.

Of course, he could also send out a First-class Legendary—but that would be a bit too much bullying.

"Meta~"

Metagross floated forward, calmly facing Arcanine.

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Pokémon: Metagross (Steel/Psychic)

Level: 96

Potential: Gold

Ability: Light Metal

Held Item: Metal Coat

Gender: Genderless

Moves: Tackle, Steel Beam, Confusion, Metal Claw, Bullet Punch, Flash Cannon, Magnet Rise, Psychic, Scary Face, Hammer Arm, Meteor Mash, Take Down, Agility, Hyper Beam

TMs: Iron Head, Zen Headbutt, Iron Defense, Reflect, Protect, Light Screen, Psycho Cut, Shadow Ball, Gyro Ball, Psyshock, Trailblaze, Bulldoze, Mud-Slap, Aerial Ace, Icy Wind, Rock Tomb, Brick Break, Thunder Punch, Rest, Teleport, Psychic Fangs, Hard Press, Giga Impact, Future Sight, Gravity, Focus Punch, Earthquake, Heavy Slam, Body Slam, Ice Beam, Rock Slide, Grass Knot, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Psychic Noise, Recover

Egg Moves: None

Note: Enhanced by the Heart of Arceus—all stats boosted, potential increased.

Note: After absorbing the Blacklight Core, the Pokémon continuously absorbs sunlight to restore its stamina (limited to Steel- and Rock-types)

Note: After using the Steel Crystal, Steel-type moves' power increased by 30%.

Note: Enhanced by the Blood of the Gods—potential transformed.

Note: Gold potential; Path to divinity unlocked; all stats increased by 50%.

Note: Gold Potential; possesses a trace of divinity. Within a ten-kilometer radius, Pokémon with potential lower than Gold have their strength suppressed by 10% (Purple potential), 20% (Blue), 30% (Cyan), 50% (below Cyan).

Note: Used Bloodstone—HP increased, healing speed of injuries increased.

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Every time Julian saw Metagross's absurdly luxurious stats, he felt an overwhelming surge of pride—this was a Pokémon he had painstakingly raised with his own blood and effort.

"Arf~"

The moment Metagross entered the field, Arcanine suddenly felt an invisible suppression bearing down on it.

But in the very next moment, that intangible pressure vanished.

"Looks like the King Form canceled out the Gold Potential's suppression," Julian noted silently.

Metagross's Gold Potential could suppress the strength of Pokémon with Potential below Gold—Arcanine, having Purple-grade Potential, would normally have its strength reduced by 10%.

But the King Form granted immunity to all negative effects. So the two canceled each other out perfectly.

Of course, if Metagross's strength were to reach the level of a First-class Legendary, then even the King Form would absolutely be unable to offset the Gold Potential's suppression.

Seeing Metagross step forward, Moltres finally kept quiet.

As the undisputed big brother of the team, none of Julian's Pokémon questioned Metagross's strength.

Still, Moltres felt a bit puzzled—was that "dumb dog" really that strong, to warrant Metagross being sent out?

And as the battle began, that question was quickly answered.

Arcanine launched the first attack.

Despite its somewhat goofy demeanor, anyone who underestimated it would be the one paying the price.

A blazing torrent of Flamethrower erupted from Arcanine's jaws. The sheer power of it made Moltres's expression change instantly.

That Flamethrower was stronger than Moltres's own, even when boosted by the Blaze Stone.

Even as a Fire-type, taking a direct hit from that Flamethrower would not be a pleasant experience.

"Meta~"

Facing the attack, Metagross condensed a crescent-shaped Psycho Cut.

The psychic blade sliced straight through the Flamethrower, splitting it in half before crashing into the ground with a loud boom.

By then, Arcanine had already moved from its original position.

"This ground is seriously tough…"

Julian looked at the cut left behind by the attack—it was less than seven meters deep, which genuinely surprised him.

Even though the Psycho Cut had been weakened by the Flamethrower, it should've still retained at least 30% of its power. Yet the damage to the ground was unexpectedly shallow.

It seemed the rocky surface of this Molten Arena was far tougher than normal terrain.

"Arf!"

"Again!"

Arcanine let out a low bark and fired another Flamethrower.

But this one was three to four times more intense than the last. Clearly, it hadn't been using its full power earlier.

Now, having recognized Metagross as a true threat, it had dropped all underestimation.

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