Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth

When the four of them heard that Julian had killed all three trainers from Babath, they were surprised—but even more than that, they felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

“I’ve disliked those three for a long time. Too bad you took care of them already. Looks like I won’t get the chance,” Pierce said, shaking his head.

As a soldier, there was no one he wanted to fight more than people from Babath. And as citizens of Drakoria, taking on those from Babath came with a natural buff.

“Don’t worry. Aren’t there still those five guys from Celestria?”

“The Babath ones were just appetizers. Those five... they’re the main course,” Julian said with a smile.

If Babath didn't have the backing of their so-called “daddy,” Celestria, how could they dare act so arrogantly in front of Drakoria—and the same went for Wyvernia.

“Those five are probably on Melemele Island or Ula’ula Island.”

Julian had already searched Poni Island and Akala Island thoroughly, so the five must be on one of the other two islands—along with the three from Wyvernia.

As for the other nations—Gallia, Volkaria, and Anglia—they were also on those two islands.

There was even a chance that Celestria, Gallia, Anglia, and Volkaria were all on the same island.

If that was the case, the Volkarian Trainers would be the unlucky ones—since Gallia and Anglia were allies of Celestria, while Volkaria was an ally of Drakoria.

Julian could only hope that the Volkarian trainers weren’t in too much trouble.

That night, Julian stayed on Poni Island.

Early the next morning, he got ready to head for Ula’ula Island.

As they watched Julian fly off on Moltres, Ember stretched and sighed, “We’re falling way behind Julian.”

“He’s already on his third island, and we haven’t even gotten past the first one.”

“It’s settled—we’re going with Pierce’s idea. Let’s use... underhanded tactics,” Rowan said.

Julian’s return had hit them hard. Watching him explore island after island, succeeding at every turn, while they stayed stuck in the same place—it was too much for them to take.

As fellow prodigies themselves, how could they stand being left so far behind?

So, the four of them decided to lace the berries that Tapu-Fini often ate with a powerful laxative.

But since Tapu Fini had already heard their entire plan beforehand, it pretended to fall for the trap and ate the berries.

Immediately afterward, Pierce and the others challenged it—only to have their Pokémon utterly crushed in battle.

That evening, the four sat around the campfire once again, a pot hanging over the flames with some wild mushrooms Pierce had foraged in the wild.

“Pierce, are you sure your 'special meds' aren’t expired?” Asher asked, face dark with frustration.

His Salamence had taken a brutal beating from Tapu Fini and wouldn't recover for at least half a month.

As time went on, their supplies were only going to dwindle—if not for Julian leaving them some medicine before he left, they'd be in even worse shape.

That Salamence’s injuries weren’t just going to take half a month—three months wouldn’t be enough for recovery.

The other three’s Pokémon were also in similar condition.

At first, they thought the laxatives just hadn’t kicked in yet. But by the time Ember stepped up for her battle, there was still no sign of them working.

That’s when they realized something was wrong with the laxatives. Even if they did take effect later, it wouldn’t matter—their main Pokémon were already down.

“We underestimated the Island Guardian’s constitution,” Pierce said, a trace of sorrow on his face.

His Regirock was just as badly injured as the Salamence.

None of them had any idea that Tapu-Fini hadn’t even eaten the drugged berries.

Pierce just assumed that Tapu Fini’s natural resistance was too strong, rendering their plan useless.

“Forget it, let’s think of something else,” Rowan said with a wave of his hand, not wanting to dwell on the painful failure.

If you asked whose Pokémon was the most badly hurt, it was definitely his Abomasnow—he’d been the first to face Tapu Fini.

And at that point, Tapu Fini was still furious, so it went extra hard on him.

As Ember and Asher took their turns after him, Tapu Fini’s rage had cooled down a bit.

So by the time Pierce fought, his Pokémon suffered the least among the four.

"Let’s just have some soup first," Pierce said, serving each of them a bowl.

To be fair, this whole mess was partly his fault—he hadn’t thought things through, and now all of their main Pokémon were injured.

Luckily, this island didn’t have anything else dangerous besides Tapu Fini.

And since Tapu Fini was the Guardian Deity, it wouldn’t show up again unless they challenged it first.

As the four drank their soup, none of them noticed that among the mushrooms Pierce had picked, ten of them had been secretly laced with laxatives by Tapu Fini.

That’s right. Pierce’s own laxative.

That night, the eastern beach of the island was engulfed in a foul stench and… strange noises.

Ember: “Pierce, your damn mushrooms were poisoned—once I recover, I swear I’ll—glug glug—”

Her stomach churned violently again, and before she could finish her threat, she ran off to deal with "urgent business".

On an island with no toilets, and as a girl, there were few things more humiliating than a diarrhea attack like this.

She even felt like something was watching her from behind, but when she turned, there was nothing there.

Her Charizard stood guard at her side.

Though it had its fingers pinching its nostrils.

If it could talk, it probably would’ve told Ember to switch to a different Pokémon.

Like Arcanine.

"I—the proud heir of the Drake Family—am I really going to… die from diarrhea in this godforsaken place—?" Asher clung to a tree, his face pale as a ghost.

The next second, he hunched over and waddled step by step behind the tree.

“Froslass, freeze it.”

Rowan’s face was just as pale as the others’, and he grimaced at the mysterious, foul-smelling mess in front of him.

Froslass swore: 'If you weren’t my trainer, I would’ve frozen you to death already.'

A blast of Ice Beam shot out, instantly solidifying the offending substance. And by now, at least ten similar frozen "landmines" were scattered around the area.

Meanwhile, Pierce crouched behind a rock, his face twisted in agony, “It’s not the mushrooms… it’s the laxative… MY laxative!"*

Finally, it hit him—why the laxative hadn’t worked on Tapu-Fini. He’d thought it was because Tapu Fini had some super-strong body constitution.

Turns out Tapu Fini never even ate the damn berries.

Instead, it slipped the laxative back into their food.

Just thinking about what the laxative could do made Pierce’s legs go weak—he could barely stay standing.

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High above in the night sky, Tapu-Fini watched the four’s miserable state, clutching its stomach in silent laughter.

If it hadn’t caught the trick in time, their current miserable state would’ve been its own.

Just imagining itself fighting while having diarrhea made Tapu Fini’s expression go cold.

Especially if the other three island guardians found out.

They’d never let it live this down—not in a hundred years.

That would be worse than death.

But damn, this laxative was brutal. If it had actually fallen for the trick, it would’ve been done for.

It looked down at the remaining stash of laxative in its hand.

Those three (the other island guardians) always mocked it for being weak, didn’t they?

But what if…

A devilish grin spread across Tapu Fini’s face.

Tapu Fini: "Hehehehehe—"

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