Ditto doesn't move

After receiving the bank notification on his phone that the money had been deposited into his account, Xia Ming knew that a thick, sorrowful barrier had already separated him from Dr. Kukui.

"Sir, can I get a raise for good performance?"

"Add, you can add anything."

Rich, the masked royal, waved his hand and said, "I earned quite a bit when I was a trainer. Although it's just a drop in the bucket for the league, it's more than enough to support an assistant."

Oh? ? ?

Xia Ming, the Martial God, appeared to be cooperating by bowing his head respectfully, but in reality, his mind was working at an astonishing speed.

It is known that Professor Kukui, a champion-level trainer, can casually give away one million Pokémon Coins without feeling much pain.

So, how much money does the league's events, which they call a drop in the ocean, actually need?

And what kind of powerful entity is the Ethereum Foundation, which is able to sponsor the league's events?

whee.

Under the operation of this extraordinary wisdom, a dark and profound idea emerged in Xia Ming's mind.

As a working-class person, don't I also dream of becoming a great leader?

Damn it, the Aquaman...

The name of a treacherous official is subject to the whims of fate; how can a dog or a donkey be called supreme!

The blue dream is too deep for you to grasp; leave it to me!

Huff, Xia Ming let out a long breath and turned his gaze to Riolu, who was still listening intently.

Since things have come to this, I can only ask you to make a small sacrifice.

"road?"

Although its Aura power had not yet awakened, Riolu, who was surprisingly sensitive to emotions and gazes, turned around and called out in confusion.

Noticing that the trainer was looking at him, Riolu quickly turned his head away, looking both disgusted and shy.

Xia Ming, the Martial God, curled the corners of his lips and looked at Dr. Kukui again:

"Let's put the issue of securing sponsorships aside for now; there's an even more important matter that urgently needs to be addressed."

Dr. Kukui, who had completely come to regard the other party as someone to discuss important matters with, immediately showed an expectant expression:

"whats the matter?"

"Do the Aloramen know they're going to form a league?"

puff!

It has appeared! It's Xia Ming's signature verbal attack in his Martial God form!

Dr. Kukui suffered a critical hit to the heart, the damage was extremely effective!

"I'd be a complete idiot to expect you to be able to read the air." Dr. Kukui clutched his chest, trembling. "It's shameful to shout about your dreams without any results!"

Feeling inexplicably offended, Riolu immediately glared fiercely at Dr. Kukui.

"I'm truly sorry," the God of War said without a hint of apology. "But unfortunately, my lord, times have changed!"

He was going to say, "You're not Riolu, do you think you can do something like forming a league in secret?"

You're not some heartless capitalist who's planning to make a quick buck and run away. You're famous, you have strong connections, the League and the island owner give you face, and you're also a teacher at the Pokémon School and the one who distributes the initial Pokédex.

Damn it, with these excellent conditions, I wish I could go on TV every day to promote myself!

However, the professor clearly had his own thoughts, and finally put away the playful, friendly attitude, explaining with an almost serious tone as if he were recounting the story of the Orei region:

“Xia, I know that publicity is also an important thing. But, Alola... Alola may not be as dark as the Ore region, but it has its own problems that are difficult to solve.”

“If we make publicity without obtaining the consent of the vast majority of people, it may exacerbate some long-suppressed contradictions.”

Xia Ming frowned, not because of Dr. Kukui's speech, but because of the changed form of address.

Fine, fine! You think paying me makes me a junior member of the family?

He tilted his head back, revealing a contemptuous and disdainful smile:

"Is advertising such an inconvenient thing? Do you think I'm going to go on TV every day to do that clownish propaganda like 'Oh dear, we're starting an alliance, please support us!' and things like that?"

Dr. Kukui was speechless for a moment: "Uh, isn't that right?"

He thought for a moment, then added:

"Even getting it in the newspaper won't work."

"You really underestimate me, don't you?" Xia Ming, the Martial God, scoffed, holding up a finger. "Let me tell you a made-up advertising slogan, and see if you'll be interested?"

I woke up to find all humans gone, and I'd turned into a Pikachu.

[I thought I'd live my whole life as a Pokémon, but little did I know that Palkia, the legendary space god of Sinnoh, would destroy the entire world!]

So what if I'm the only human left? So what if I become a Pokémon?

I must immediately form an expedition team with my partner Riolu to find out the truth behind Dialga's destruction of the world.

[Heading towards caves and abysses, let's set off!]

[Pokémon Sky Exploration Team, a prestigious serialized series]

[P.S.: To help us build the Alola League, please support our game!]

"So, are you thinking of spending some real money to support the establishment of the Alola League?"

Following Xia Ming's words, Dr. Kukui had already envisioned an advertisement scene—

The ocean, the setting sun, Pikachu and Riolu stare at the legendary god with determined eyes of challengers.

The most despicable thing is that at the end of the ad, a super cute cat with amazing powers pops up, asking for help...

Which trainer could resist such temptation!

Image: "Mewtwo Meow", Location: "Images/1734220845-100422757-112449901.jpg"

Book 1 The Happy Little Shapeshifter: Chapter 45 I wrote this book to become emperor!

This book is also known as "Me, a crazy office worker, transmigrated to the Pokémon world and became Ditto. I made games by copying texts, established the Blue Dream organization, and became the strongest trainer."

For a fleeting moment, such a thought flashed through Xia Ming's mind.

It's not that I look down on anyone, it's just that even knowing they've transmigrated, been reborn, have cheat codes, or have a golden finger, they still keep whining.

Saying things like, "Oh dear, how could someone like me be the protagonist?" "The real protagonist is XXX," or "Even though I have a cheat ability, I'm really not the protagonist," and other such nonsensical, nagging remarks...

It's just like those born into wealth who keep shouting that they have to prove themselves before they can go back and inherit the family business. Versailles has reached the extreme.

As an author who has also published books but failed, Xia Ming has long since outgrown the age of spouting nonsensical things that insult people's intelligence.

Urban fiction aside, what the hell is the point of pretending to be knowledgeable when you've already transmigrated?

I write books to become emperor! Anyone who dares to point out my faults will be severely punished! Anyone who slanders or mocks people in the countryside, no matter how far away, will be executed!

Similarly, as a transmigrator with a cheat system like the Ultimate Fighting System, I'm sure I've already been listed on the official website, making countless unfortunate readers still stuck in reality envious!

Cat Station? Do you think the Crazy System gives out grass?

So, if I'm not, then who is?

If not, it would be absolutely outrageous!

Join our Emperor's Cult now! Let's have some fun first!

"Your advertising concept is novel, but your promotional methods are outdated. Who exactly are you?"

Dr. Kukui snapped out of his erotic fantasies about being petted by the Psychic Cat and became alert, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Ah, is the method of giving away games with advertising still outdated?"

The doctor remained silent.

With just a slight twist of the pen, a brilliant insight revealed the reason why the doctor had taken such action.

Hmph, those ignorant mortals stuck in the era of brick-breaking and match-3 games will never be able to comprehend the size and luxury of the ships of the new era.

Xia Ming, the Martial God, didn't even bother to explain what the standards were for so-called AAA quality masterpieces.

If future online creators came to this world as 3D dragons or Rotoms, they would probably be overjoyed.

"Then let me ask you, if this idea I just mentioned were to be implemented, how much money would you be willing to offer from an investor's perspective?"

"From an advertising perspective, it's perfect. I'm afraid Silvercorp or some other group would be willing to pay two to three times the price I just gave you for this idea."

The PhD, offering his professional analysis from an industry insider's perspective, stated:

"But I really won't play games anymore after I turn ten. How about we switch to Pokémon food?"

The subtext is, "With Pokémon, why would I play a video game?"

Perhaps this is why, despite the existence of powerful tools like 3D dragons, the internet industry only gradually flourished in the Parthian region.

As for the appearance of consoles in the game... that's just Nintendo's despicable and false advertising to sell consoles!

"Then let's make a bet." Xia Ming, the martial god, sneered: "Professor Kukui, I want to observe the Pokémon Porygon up close."

"With your connections, you should be able to get this done today."

"If I can come up with a game that's good enough to make you cry, then you'd better adjust your mindset and respect me from the bottom of your heart when it comes to forming an alliance."

"On the contrary, if I cannot win you over, I am willing to become your pawn and serve you until the alliance is formed."

Dr. Kukui adjusted his green beach glasses, a strange light gleaming in his eyes:

"It's a deal. And it's not just Porygon; I can use this year's thesis project as an excuse to apply for three million in funding to build a production team for you! But if we lose, you'll have to use your ability to communicate with Pokémon to assist my research, and... no salary!!!"

Haha! No wonder you can raise a whole family of Pokémon without any problems!

So you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are actually a thesis-paralyzing parasite!

You called him a parasite on your very first transaction, Xia Ming, the Martial God, you are very powerful now!

The two clasped hands, each revealing a knowing look in their eyes.

........................

Riolu was in a good mood.

Although she didn't quite understand the commercialization and advertising issues the professor and the trainer were discussing, she still figured out one thing:

Finally, I don't have to worry about staying at someone else's house for a long time anymore; instead, I can always have a trainer by my side.

Great! ! !

But amidst the joy, there was also a slight worry.

This was the first time the trainer had ever asked the professor to let him see another Pokémon, and the professor immediately used the exchange to borrow that strange creature that looked like it was made up of building blocks from someone else.

Although the trainer ultimately didn't catch the Porygon, the thought of other Pokémon joining the team in the future...

An inexplicable feeling made her inexplicably unhappy.

On the surface, little Riolu remained silent with his head down after leaving home.

Did Xia Ming, the Martial God, realize this slight possessiveness?

of course not.

He's so excited about suddenly getting four million that he can't breathe!

Zhongle! Brother!

Our family is finally rich!

Although the price of having money was giving up one's first chance to establish a fixed form.

But it doesn't matter, there are always opportunities to be cool and awesome, but this 3D dragon can help me reach the pinnacle of life!

It's like a card player who doesn't date, but a rich woman can help him get the deck he wants.

For the sake of happiness, I'm willing to give up the chance to become handsome.

As for the team building mentioned by the PhD...

Hehe, I'm going to eat all three million of this myself!!!

With only a little time left before returning to work at the police station, Xia Ming, the martial god with four million in his pocket, extravagantly gave up the opportunity to freeload at the cafeteria.