Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth

At 5 p.m., Julian was already on a flight from Westford City to Lake City. The journey was expected to take around three hours.

Before boarding, he had already informed his family that he would be staying at home that night.

His mother, Tina, said she would come to the airport to pick him up, but Julian insisted it wasn’t necessary—he could just ride Dragonite home.

However, Tina was determined to pick him up anyway, and Julian naturally agreed.

He knew exactly why his mother insisted—she simply wanted to see him as soon as possible.

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In first class, Julian accepted the coffee handed to him by the flight attendant. Along with it came a small slip of paper.

He glanced at the contact information written on it and recalled the suggestive look the attendant gave him before walking away.

Her intentions were clear without needing further explanation.

As Julian's fame continued to grow, it wasn’t just noble families seeking connections with him—even many ordinary people were eager to get close.

On social media, he received countless private messages from women, some even sending him revealing photos, hoping to use their looks to "take a shortcut" and change their fate.

For women, changing their destiny was often easier than it was for men—especially for beautiful women.

Meanwhile, the driving force behind many men trying to change their fate was, ironically, often to impress women.

Julian casually stuffed the slip of paper into his pocket and sipped his coffee as if nothing had happened.

The coffee in first class was actually quite good, though it still couldn’t compare to the coffee Slowking brewed.

The plane was relatively small, with only ten seats in first class, all of which were occupied.

Several passengers had small, adorable Pokémon on their laps. This was one of the perks of flying first class—they were allowed to let out Pokémon that were no taller than one meter and no higher than level ten.

Pokémon exceeding these limits weren’t allowed to be released.

The reason, of course, was safety. Pokémon over level ten were strong enough to pose a potential threat to the aircraft.

After all, if something went wrong with a plane at high altitude, the casualties would be catastrophic.

For safety reasons, all Poké Balls carried by passengers were required to be in a locked state during the flight. This prevented Pokémon from accidentally releasing themselves.

On top of that, the plane’s security personnel added an extra layer of protection by securing the locked Poké Balls with another safety device.

With this in place, even if a trainer wanted to release their Pokémon mid-flight, they wouldn’t be able to.

The safety lock would only be removed once the plane landed.

These strict procedures were all necessary precautions. Without them, who would dare to fly?

Without such measures, it would be far too easy for a desperate individual or a terrorist group to destroy the plane in minutes, taking hundreds of innocent lives with them.

Compared to the spacious and luxurious first class, the economy cabin was naturally far more cramped.

Most of the passengers in economy were either sleeping or flipping through magazines.

A flight attendant was pushing a cart down the aisle, asking passengers on both sides if they wanted any drinks or snacks. When she reached the front row, she asked, "Would you like any drinks or snacks?"

"No, I don't." A man answered curtly.

The seats were arranged in pairs, and next to him was another passenger who was awake. The flight attendant turned to him and asked politely, "Sir, would you like anything?"

"He doesn't need anything either," the first man interrupted.

His tone was noticeably impatient.

Perhaps due to his rude manner, the flight attendant, who was newly hired, chose to ignore him. She turned back to the other passenger and repeated her question. "Sir, would you like any drinks or snacks?"

"I said he doesn't need anything!"

The man's voice suddenly grew louder, laced with anger.

Now, the flight attendant was irritated. She was used to being treated with respect by men—both at school and outside—thanks to her attractive appearance.

But now, being snapped at by a man, even if he was a passenger, her temper flared.

"Sir, I wasn't asking you. I was asking him," she shot back.

"Where's the chief purser? Get your chief purser over here!"

Hearing this, the man grew even more furious.

Their raised voices quickly drew the attention of the chief purser, who hurried over.

Upon seeing the man, the chief purser immediately apologized. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. She's new and still learning the ropes."

The flight attendant, who had been ready to argue, suddenly noticed something.

Her eyes fell on the man's right hand and the left hand of the person next to him. Beneath their sleeves, she glimpsed silver segments—resembling handcuffs.

Realizing what she was seeing, the flight attendant clamped her mouth shut and quietly followed the chief purser away.

In the crew’s break room, the chief purser scolded her with a stern expression. "Didn't we tell everyone before the flight that there would be Bureau agents escorting prisoners? You were supposed to remember their seat numbers!"

"I... I forgot..."

The flight attendant stammered, feeling wronged. "But his attitude was horrible."

"If I were in his position, I'd have an even worse attitude," the chief purser snapped, growing more annoyed by her indignant expression.

"Why don't you assign me to first class instead?"

"First class?! At this rate, you’ll be lucky to make it through your internship period!"

Frustrated, the chief purser couldn't help but think, 'Sure, she's got the looks and figure, but is she seriously this clueless?'

At this moment, the plane began to vibrate. The vibration was not much, so most of the passengers were not worried.

But as time went by, the shaking became more intense, and even the lights began to flicker. A little panic began to spread among the passengers.

At this moment, the captain's voice came over the intercom:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve encountered some turbulence, causing some shaking. We expect to exit this area in about ten minutes."

Turbulence during a flight was nothing unusual for frequent flyers.

The flight attendants moved through the cabin, reassuring passengers and keeping them calm.

But suddenly, the prisoner shot to his feet and shouted, "I don’t want to die! The plane is going down! It’s going to crash!"

The Bureau agent beside him immediately tried to restrain him, but by then, many passengers had already caught sight of the handcuffs on his wrists.

"Everyone, I’m with the Bureau, and he's a criminal. Please remain calm," the agent explained.

Two onboard security personnel quickly rushed over to assist. Together, they managed to subdue the prisoner.

However, just as they restrained him, another incident occurred.

Without warning, the turbulence suddenly intensified. The plane jolted violently, causing the entire group—the Bureau agent, the two security guards, and the prisoner—to be thrown into the cockpit door with a heavy crash.

The passengers, still strapped in their seats, were unharmed.

But one of the security guards at the back of the group hit the door with such force that he blacked out. His belt came loose from the impact, and several Poké Balls slipped free, rolling across the floor.

The Bureau agent, though dazed and disoriented, managed to stay conscious. However, the violent impact left him too dizzy to stand.

Ironically, the prisoner, cushioned by the bodies of the Bureau agent and the second security guard, was completely unharmed.

He glanced around, spotting the unconscious security guard and the weakened Bureau agent and second guard. Then, his eyes fell on the Poké Balls scattered near his feet—just within reach.

A bold and dangerous idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

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