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"I never thought I'd be able to come here so openly one day."
At the entrance of the League building in Indigo Plateau, the magnificent and noble True Dragon descended, and Mammon's lips slowly curved into a smile.
That's right, he had specifically come to discuss important matters with Charles Goodshow today.
"Mammon, welcome. The President has been waiting for you for a long time."
A middle-aged woman dressed in a proper OL outfit came before Mammon and Caitlin, bowing in greeting.
She was Charles Goodshow's secretary, specifically arranged to wait for Mammon here.
"Please lead the way."
Mammon replied with a smile.
"Yes, please follow me, both of you."
The secretary gestured for Mammon and Caitlin to enter the League building.
As the three walked inside, Mammon's eyes immediately noticed a woman approaching not far away.
"Oh, Miss Lorelei, long time no see."
Mammon immediately greeted her with a beaming smile. It seemed he was lucky; he saw an acquaintance as soon as he arrived.
Lorelei paused, looking at Mammon and Caitlin. Her cold, beautiful face showed no change, but her pretty brows subtly furrowed.
"Mammon, why are you here?"
Lorelei adjusted her glasses, asking in as calm a voice as possible.
"I made an appointment with President Charles Goodshow to discuss something. I didn't expect to run into you, Lorelei."
"Is that so? Then I won't bother you."
Lorelei nodded, not too surprised, and prepared to leave, her high heels clicking.
"Tsk~ We're old acquaintances, Lorelei. Isn't it a bit too cold?"
Mammon couldn't help but click his tongue.
"You seem to really not want to see me."
Should I really want to run into you?
Lorelei really wanted to retort, and her calm expression showed a slight ripple.
"Mammon misunderstands. It's just that I have important matters to attend to right now."
Lorelei stated directly. She didn't particularly want to interact too much with Mammon.
Nonsense, what normal person would say, 'I want you to have my child,' to a woman they just met for the first time?
Even though their positions were opposed at the time, Lorelei still kept her distance from Mammon.
After all, the intelligence on Mammon's social connections clearly indicated his flirtatious nature.
"Is that so? What a pity. I really wanted to have a good chat with you, Miss Lorelei. After all, you left a very good first impression on me."
"Thank you for your approval, Mammon, but I'm sorry, my first impression of you wasn't particularly good."
Lorelei said blandly.
"Is that right? But you didn't say that back then, Miss Lorelei. You clearly were…"
"I think, Mammon, instead of teasing me here, you should go up first. It's not good to keep the President waiting."
Lorelei interrupted Mammon curtly.
Does this guy really have the nerve to bring up that time?? Does he even remember what he said back then?
Lorelei couldn't continue the conversation. She just wanted to leave quickly, and she didn't want any romantic entanglements with Mammon.
To be honest, she didn't have any ill will towards Mammon; in fact, she admired him now, but she only wanted to avoid him.
Because she didn't want to have ten children; she wasn't a pig!
"Alright, then we'll be in touch if there's an opportunity," Mammon said regretfully.
"Farewell."
Lorelei nodded politely, then walked away, her high heels clicking and her slender waist swaying.
She keenly sensed that Mammon's undisguised covetous gaze remained fixed on her, which made Lorelei's expression very stiff.
He doesn't hold back at all!
"It seems I really have to consider the President's suggestion…" Lorelei thought decisively as she walked out of the League building.
Staying in Kanto, her chastity was truly too dangerous!
Because Charles Goodshow had discussed with them some time ago that the Johto League already had a plan. After all, the combined territories of Kanto and Johto were simply too vast.
Such management presented many inconveniences. Charles Goodshow's meaning at the time was also very clear: he wanted to ask for their opinions, to see if anyone wanted to go to Johto to serve as an Elite Four member.
After all, establishing the Johto League was simple, but what about the Elite Four?
"No matter how I look at it, Miss Lorelei's figure is truly perfect~"
Mammon watched Lorelei's figure disappear through the door, couldn't help but exclaim.
Lorelei truly had that kind of perfect figure that looked like a mountain range from the side and peaks from the front. Her curves were flawless from any angle.
And paired with that intellectual, cold, and delicate face, her temperament was truly unique.
"…"
The secretary chuckled awkwardly, but there was nothing she could do; she couldn't possibly respond to that remark.
Caitlin's expression was indifferent. Heh~ Just another woman with thick fat, that's all.
She really didn't understand what use such heavy fat on their chests was. It would 'bounce' when they walked. Wasn't it tiring?
Hmph!
"Don't you think so, Miss Miko?" Mammon felt he was discussing it with an appreciative eye.
"Yes, Elite Lorelei is the goddess in the hearts of many people in the League. But unfortunately, Elite Lorelei is indifferent to everyone. I wonder who will eventually capture Elite Lorelei's heart."
Secretary Miko could only reply with such a formal statement.
And she wasn't speaking nonsense. Lorelei's looks and figure were top-notch, but unfortunately, Lorelei herself had too cold a personality.
"Indeed. Let's go, Miss Miko. We can't keep the President waiting too long."
"Please."
Following the secretary, they arrived at the top floor of the League building and entered Charles Goodshow's office.
"Hahaha~ Mammon, you're finally here! And Miss Caitlin, still as beautiful as ever."
As soon as he saw Mammon walk in, Charles Goodshow, very friendly, jumped from his chair and walked over with a big smile.
"President, it's been a few days, and your complexion is still so good."
Mammon smiled and shook hands with Charles Goodshow, then also greeted Giovanni and officer Jenny.
"Thank you for your compliment."
Caitlin replied to Charles Goodshow with a graceful and elegant smile.
"Oh dear~ You really love to joke. This old man hasn't slept well these past few days; I've been too busy."
Charles Goodshow gave a wry smile. He was actually always cheerful and straightforward, able to face anything optimistically.
This was one of the reasons why he was still so energetic at such an old age.
However, these past few days had truly worn him out.
"Come, sit down. Try the tea brewed by Mio. You two came at just the right time."
Charles Goodshow gestured for the two to sit on the sofa.
The secretary immediately poured tea for everyone, and Mammon took a sip.
"I didn't realize Miss Mio had such skill."
Mammon complimented.
"You flatter me." officer Jenny was very humble.
"The reason I asked you to come today, Mammon, is that I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you."
After some small talk, Charles Goodshow began to get to the point.
"Please tell me, President," Mammon nodded.
"First, regarding the World Championship. I have already discussed this plan with the presidents of various regions, and they are basically all in favor."
Charles Goodshow began.
"Currently, the biggest events in all regional Leagues are regional events. But precisely because of this, there isn't much interaction between the various regions."
"Everyone is a part of the League. Actually, a long time ago, I, this old man, had thought about this point: is there any way to enhance communication between regions?"
"Now, this World Championship is very good, but…"
Speaking of this, Charles Goodshow paused.
"Mammon, the World Championship plan you proposed is a ranking system, right?"
"That's right. In my opinion, the World Championship is an event that encompasses all powerful Trainers worldwide. If it weren't a ranking system, selecting participants would be more troublesome."
Mammon nodded. The ranking system was exactly the World Championship system from the anime "Journeys."
After all, unlike regional events, the World Championship is an event that includes all Trainers worldwide.
Making it a normal competitive event would be truly too troublesome, and how long would the schedule have to be arranged then?
The ranking system is very fair. As long as your strength is sufficient, you challenge a Trainer ranked higher than you. As long as you can defeat them, your ranking will rise. This is very fair.
"Poké Ball Class, Great Ball Class, Ultra Ball Class, and finally, the Master Ball Class with only eight members. Isn't that fair?"
Mammon said with a smile. This was also the tier division in "Journeys."
"I'd like to ask, Mammon, about this Master Ball?"
officer Jenny showed a puzzled expression. Poké Ball, Great Ball, Ultra Ball—these were the three standard Poké Balls with different functionalities, besides the special Poké Balls.
But what about this Master Ball?
"Oh, it seems you, Miss Mio, aren't aware yet. The Master Ball is a new type of Poké Ball recently developed by Silph Co.," Mammon realized and explained.
"According to the Silph President, the Master Ball's performance surpasses all Poké Balls to date, and due to the rarity of its manufacturing materials, Silph Co. has only produced eight so far."
"Furthermore, the Silph President has already stated that he voluntarily contributes these eight Master Balls as prizes for the first generation World Championship's Eight Masters."
"The so-called Master Balls are only owned by the eight strongest Trainers in the world, right?"
Mammon smiled. As for whether the Silph President was truly voluntary, don't ask.
And is it really a loss?
Although the eight Master Balls, which were the culmination of Silph Co.'s efforts, were all gone, Silph Co. gained a reputation!
The Master Balls, only worthy of the World Championship's Eight Masters, are the most precious Poké Balls that only Silph Co. can produce. Didn't Silph Co. become famous?
It should be known that the prestige of this first World Championship would be absolutely unprecedented.
"I see. A very good symbolism."
officer Jenny strongly agreed. Master, this is an honorific, generally referring to those who have achieved great mastery and renown in a certain field.
For example, Wallace. Never mind whether Wallace is strong or weak among Champions.
Just consider whether Wallace is the undisputed No.1 among all Coordinator Trainers, right?
Therefore, Wallace has always been respectfully called 'Master Wallace' by Coordinator Trainers, because he is the most outstanding Coordinator Trainer.
And if one can achieve a top-eight ranking in an event like the World Championship, which involves Trainers from all over the world, being called a 'Master' is also perfectly fine.
"This way, from now on, 'Champion Class' will no longer be the pinnacle for Trainers; it will be 'Master Class',"
Giovanni chuckled softly, speaking with emotion.
But it's not a big problem. With his strength, wouldn't it be easy to enter the top eight of the World Championship?
Do you understand the value of the world's strongest Mega Beedrill? Do you understand the value of Primal Groudon, the 'Lord of the Fiery Red Earth'?
That's right, Giovanni was very interested in this World Championship.
Aside from the opportunity to compete and battle against other powerful Trainers, if he could become one of the Eight Masters, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance his prestige.
It could also lay a more solid foundation for him, Giovanni, to become the Kanto League President in the future. Therefore, he was definitely going to participate in this World Championship.
Not only must he participate, but he must also achieve an 'Eight Masters' ranking!
"But this is indeed a very constructive plan. The Eight Masters~ This is precisely what is needed to enter a new era."
Charles Goodshow nodded with satisfaction.
The Eight Masters, it sounded incredibly cool. He wondered how many people from his own Kanto would be able to enter the 'Eight Masters'?
Charles Goodshow was very much looking forward to it.