Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [169]

August: “…”

Sure, he was happy to receive a new title from the system, but he really didn’t appreciate the wording in the notification.

Clear conscience needs no defense. Whether or not he had “deceived” Mewtwo was not up to the system to decide!

“Mew, tell me honestly, did I deceive Mewtwo?” August turned to Mew, seeking justice.

“Mew?”

Mew pondered for a moment… then nodded very seriously.

And not just that—Mew even looked angry! If August hadn’t filled Mewtwo’s head with nonsense, why would Mewtwo think of Mew as its mother?!

“…Let’s not dwell on this topic.”

August hastily changed the subject by releasing Mewtwo, using it as a distraction.

Then, he turned his attention to his system rewards.

[Please select your reward]

[1. Mewtwo Cell (Implantable)]

“…”

August fell silent the moment he saw this option.

System, do you have some unresolved vendetta against [Mewtwo Cells] or something?

He then looked at the other two rewards.

[2. Mew’s Eyelash]
[3. Mewtwo’s Psychic Spoon]

Mew’s… eyelash?

This reward felt insultingly low-effort.

Mew was literally right here. If August really wanted an eyelash, he could just pluck one while Mew was sleeping!

But the [Psychic Spoon]…

August’s memory flashed to the Pokémon Adventures manga, where Mewtwo wielded a giant, psychic-forged spoon as a weapon. That had left quite an impression on him.

Out of the three options, the [Psychic Spoon] seemed like the best choice.

Still, August didn’t rush to pick. Instead, he turned to Mewtwo.

“Mewtwo, can you create a psychic spoon?”

If Mewtwo could already make them at will, then choosing this reward would be a complete waste!

Mewtwo blinked in confusion. "…What?"

It had no idea what August was talking about.

“Never mind, then…”

Still hesitant, August decided to make a quick call to Blaine.

“Blaine, do you know if Team Rocket had any plans to create weapons for Mewtwo?”

From the other end of the line, sounds of a Gym battle echoed through the receiver. Blaine seemed to be in the middle of a match.

Hearing August’s question, he paused for a moment before replying.

“There was such a plan. A researcher once suggested designing a giant, psychic-forged spoon for Mewtwo—modeled after Alakazam’s. I can check Team Rocket’s confiscated storage after my match.”

“Much appreciated.”

August ended the call, relieved that he had checked first. Otherwise, he would have completely wasted his reward choice.

Now, he looked back at the system’s options.

With the [Psychic Spoon] and [Mew’s Eyelash] eliminated, that left him with… the [Mewtwo Cell (Implantable)]—the very reward he had rejected twice before.

“…Do I really have to pick this?”

Still undecided, August decided to wait until Blaine confirmed whether the psychic weapon existed before making his final choice.

...

Lying on the couch, August grabbed Eevee, lifting it high before pressing it against his face and taking a deep, satisfied sniff.

“Bui! Bui!” Eevee protested, squirming in his grip.

Nearby, Sabrina put down the book she had been reading and looked at him.

“The new person in the group chat… That’s really Mewtwo?”

August sighed. “Of course it’s Mewtwo. Why would I lie?”

Did she think he had nothing better to do?

Sabrina: “…”

She had honestly assumed August was just messing with Gary. She never thought it was actually true.

“With my hard work and dedication, the Kanto division of Interpol has finally grown strong enough to fear nothing from Team Rocket! This calls for celebration!” August declared proudly.

More like deceit and trickery… Sabrina silently criticized.

On the surface, though, she just nodded in acknowledgment—though it was clear she wasn’t very invested.

Then, she turned serious. “What do you plan to do with Matori? Unlike me, she’s a diehard Rocket loyalist… You won’t be able to sway her with the same ‘soft’ methods.”

August was in the middle of feeding a special energy cube to the napping Lugia Jr. when he heard this. He raised an eyebrow and casually held the cube out toward Sabrina instead.

“Want to test that theory?”

“…”

The moment she saw the special energy cube, Sabrina instinctively pressed her legs together, her face turning red as she looked away.

Smirking in satisfaction, August continued feeding Lugia Jr..

“I have no intention of recruiting Matori,” he said. “The reason I haven’t handed her over to the League is because I have a particular task for her.”

“What task?”

August smiled mysteriously and uttered two simple words:

“Classified information.”

Seeing that smug grin on his face, Sabrina had the sudden urge to punch him.

Too bad she wasn’t strong enough.

…She needed to get her own Legendary Pokémon!

She refused to spend her whole life being overshadowed by August!

Just as August was about to tease her further, his phone suddenly rang.

When he answered the video call, Lance’s face appeared on the screen.

“The Viridian Gym has been fully cleared out,” Lance reported. “We captured quite a few Rocket members, but we couldn’t find any classified intel. Giovanni was extremely cautious.”

He sighed. “Honestly, I still can’t believe Giovanni was Team Rocket’s leader…”

Among Kanto’s Gym Leaders, Giovanni had always presented himself as a mild-mannered, easygoing figure.

Of all the Gyms in Kanto, apart from Cerulean Gym, Lance had considered Giovanni’s Viridian Gym to be the least likely to have Rocket ties.

Yet, in the end, he had been proven completely wrong.

“With three Gym Leaders exposed as Rocket members, the League has an even bigger mess to clean up.” Lance rubbed his temples.

Agatha had just finished finding a replacement for Fuchsia Gym, and now Viridian needed a new Leader too.

August, on the other hand, was completely relaxed.

“Once you’ve got enough problems, what’s one more?” he said cheerfully.

Of course, it was easy for him to be indifferent—this was a League issue, not an Interpol one.

Besides, if it hadn’t been for his intervention, the number of compromised Gyms wouldn’t be three—it would be five.

Then, out of nowhere, Lance suddenly asked, “What if you temporarily take over as Viridian Gym Leader?”

“Me?!” August’s eyes widened before he immediately clutched his chest in mock pain. “Ah… I took a grave injury while fighting Giovanni. The doctors say I need plenty of rest…”

Lance: “…”

This was some next-level overacting.

After a few dramatic seconds, August dropped the act and sat up straight.

“If you really need someone, I actually have a great candidate in mind.”

“Who?”

“Gary. Gary Oak.”

August figured Gary had been getting way too confident lately—time to increase the difficulty of his training.

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T/N: poor gary...

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