Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth

Chapter 955: Chapter 1172: Temporary Mission

The man, feeling looked down upon by the woman and realizing that his actions had already drawn the attention of many on the third floor, grew increasingly embarrassed.

To make matters worse, his friends were watching him with amused expressions, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Most men, after all, cared about saving face.

Feeling a mix of frustration and anger, the man didn't dare lash out at the woman—after all, she was a talented trainer, while he was just an ordinary one. So, he pointed at Julian instead. "Then what's so great about him that you're the one pestering him for his contact info?"

"Because he's handsome," the woman said matter-of-factly.

Those three words pierced through the man's heart like an invisible blade.

'So you're saying I'm uglier than him?'

He looked at Julian.

'Damn, how can a guy be this ridiculously good-looking? Does someone like this even exist in this world?'

Of course, that last thought was purely Julian's own imagination.

The man, still unwilling to give up, asked, "Besides his face, what else does he have?"

"He has presence. Can't you see that?" the girl tilted her head.

Compared to Julian's handsome face, it was actually his aura that attracted her more.

The charm of one's presence was far more lethal than just looks.

"Besides that?"

The man still wasn't convinced. What presence? He couldn't see anything.

'I also have eight-pack abs,' Julian thought to himself.

"He probably hasn't even gone to an university. I may not be as good as you, but I'm still a senior at Lake University," the man said, looking at Julian with a hint of pride.

Lake University couldn't compare to Silver University, but it was still a key institution.

"I went to Imperial University," Julian said calmly.

Hearing that, the woman's eyes lit up with both surprise and delight.

"Hah, anyone can say that," the man scoffed, clearly not believing him.

Julian reached into his pocket—though in reality, he was retrieving something from his system space.

"Here's my student ID."

He didn't open it, only showed them the cover—because once opened, his name and photo would be revealed.

On it were the words: "Imperial Capital University Student ID."

"A purple student ID... you're from the Special Recruitment Class of the Trainer Academy at Imperial University!"

The girl couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Imperial University issued two types of student IDs: red and purple.

And the purple one was exclusive to students from the Special Recruitment Class of the Trainer Academy.

Even Special Recruitment Classes from other departments still had red student IDs.

This showed just how important the Trainer major was at Imperial University.

Moreover, other top universities had also adopted the same system—using student ID colors to distinguish Special Recruitment Classes from Regular ones.

The guy clearly had some sense, so he immediately shut up.

He didn't say anything stupid like 'that ID might be fake.'

"I never expected you to be a student from Imperial University's Special Recruitment Class."

The girl's eyes lit up even more than before.

Silver University was quite prestigious—ranked sixth or seventh in Drakoria—but Imperial University consistently held the top spot and ranked in the global top three.

And now, with Julian, the world's strongest Trainer, having come from there, its reputation had risen even higher.

So compared to Imperial University, Silver University was still quite behind.

And Julian had also been part of the Trainer Academy's Special Recruitment Class—a class that only recruited the best of the best.

To even qualify, students had to reach the Advanced-level by their freshman year. And even then, admission depended on whether Imperial University deemed them worthy.

"I used to be. I've already graduated now."

Julian smiled as he put the student ID back into his pocket.

"Then why do you still carry your student ID in your pocket?"

Honestly, even current students wouldn't carry their IDs around all the time.

'Does this guy like to show it off?'

That didn't seem likely—his demeanor didn't match that kind of behavior.

"Just happened to have it on me."

Julian replied casually.

"But you sure focus on unique things."

Out of everything, she chose to focus on why he had his student ID in his pocket—wasn't that a bit odd?

"Enjoy your coffee. I'll be going now."

Having finished his coffee, Julian stood up and left.

As he reached the entrance, Poochyena suddenly trotted over, gazing up at him expectantly.

Julian bent down and patted its head.

"I'll come back when I have time."

"Woof!"

Poochyena nodded excitedly.

Then it watched Julian leave.

If only it knew that Julian had plenty of free time—he just preferred staying cooped up at home.

Today, Julian had only come to the café on a whim—restless from staying still too long and suddenly wanting to take a look around.

It could also be considered as checking in on the café on Slowking's behalf.

Slowking: 'No need, I talk to Slowking from the café every few days.'

So those "Slow Slow" sounds during the calls were actually it chatting with Slowking at the café.

"Wait!"

Before he had gone far, the girl's voice came from behind.

Julian stopped, looking back at her with a hint of resignation.

"Can I hire you as my coach?" the girl asked.

'Coach?'

So she wasn't here to ask for his contact info again.

Julian was a bit taken aback, and at the same time, felt a small pang of disappointment. Was the face he'd crafted not handsome enough? Had she already grown tired of looking at it?

"I'm going to participate in Yale League in half a month. But if I want to win, I need to have at least pseudo-Elite level strength. My ace, Steelix, is just one step away from breaking through."

"But it just can't seem to break through this bottleneck."

As she said this, the girl showed a troubled expression.

"From Advanced to pseudo-Elite, as long as the Pokémon's potential isn't an issue, there's no real bottleneck. Even without sufficient resources, it's just a matter of time before reaching it."

There were only three real bottlenecks in a Pokémon's growth:

Pseudo-Elite to Elite, Elite to pseudo-Champion, and pseudo-Champion to Champion.

Once you broke through the first hurdle, you would become an Elite-level trainer—someone admired by countless people, standing at the top of one pyramid.

But in another pyramid, Elites were still at the bottom.

"Not interested."

Julian refused outright.

With his free time, why wouldn't he just stay home and play games? Being her coach—he'd have to be out of his mind.

"I'll pay you. Ten million a day, and if my Steelix breaks through, I'll give you another fifty million."

The girl refused to give up. This price was enough to hire a pseudo-Elite level sparring partner or coach.

But she specifically wanted him—because he was a graduate of Imperial University's Special Recruitment Class—a credential more impressive than any battle club.

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[Ding!]

[Temporary Mission: A Girl's Request]

[Mission Objective: Help her Pokémon break through to pseudo-Elite level before the League begins.]

[Reward: 600,000 points, Mewtwo Fragment x5]

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Julian hadn't expected the system to chime in at a time like this.

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