Red pressed the “Draw” button heavily in his mind, and the blue light screen before him suddenly trembled violently.
[Tenfold Quality Critical Hit activated, overall prize pool quality increased tenfold, roulette is generating…]
The cold, mechanical female voice faded, and a huge roulette wheel appeared out of thin air in his mind.
The roulette was divided into countless sectors, each embedded with a lifelike Pokémon phantom.
At this moment, Red keenly sensed—there wasn’t a single ordinary small fry on this roulette.
Having experienced the baptism of the tenfold critical hit, the grade of the entire prize pool had been thoroughly elevated; every single slot on the roulette started with a Legendary Pokémon.
The next moment, the roulette began to spin.
A phantom of a bird draped in three-colored wings flashed by—Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres!
Immediately after, Raikou’s vigorous figure, Entei’s burning mane, and Suicune’s elegant water flow streamed past one after another.
These…
are all Legendary Pokémon!
None of the Pokémon in this roulette were below their final forms!
Red’s breathing suddenly became rapid.
In an ordinary prize pool, one would be lucky to draw a single Pseudo-Legendary, but this roulette before him was full of Legendary Pokémon!
“Since even the three Legendary Beasts have become the baseline…” a greedy thought quietly arose, “Then what about even higher existences?”
As if responding to his wildly rising expectations, the roulette spun faster, flashing even more terrifying afterimages—the entirely grayish-white Mewtwo; the Rayquaza that tore through the sky; and those two ancient behemoths that ruled the land and the sea, Groudon and Kyogre!
Every phantom that flashed by made his heart skip a beat.
“Legendary Pokémon…
even Legendary-tier ones are on the roulette!” Red stared fixedly at the spinning halo, his throat dry, unable to hold back any longer, “Mewtwo!
Give me a Mewtwo!
No, Rayquaza is fine too!
Heavens, since you’ve opened this door, open it all the way—give me a Legendary Pokémon!”
As his thoughts surged, the roulette finally began to slow down.
“Click… click…”
With every soft click of the pointer, Red’s heart tightened a notch.
He held his breath, his palms slick with cold sweat, his nerves taut like a fully drawn bowstring.
The pointer brushed past Mewtwo’s sector—it didn’t stop.
It swept past Rayquaza—continuing forward.
Red’s heart leaped into his throat one moment, then plummeted the next, ten times more agonizing than waiting for his boss to approve a proposal while working overtime back in the day.
“Stop! Stop on those big shots!”
The roulette slowed down more and more, so slow that he could almost see the pattern in each slot.
“Click… clack—”
The pointer finally stopped.
It was a massive giant covered in a dark green shell, with sharp bone spurs embedded in its spine, arms as thick as pillars, and a pair of crimson eyes exuding a ferocity that could crush everything.
It stood looking up at the sky, as if even the earth beneath its feet was trembling.
A “boom” exploded in Red’s mind—he recognized it!
[Congratulations to the host, you have drawn the Pseudo-Legendary Pokémon—Tyranitar!]
[Desert Tyrant · Tyranitar. Type: Rock/Dark. All six individual values are maxed, effort values are maxed; this is the fixed standard for products from this system, unrelated to the tenfold critical hit.]
Although he didn’t manage to draw the legendary Pokémon he had been longing for, feeling a momentary disappointment, the next moment, Red still tilted his head back and laughed wildly, unable to suppress it any longer.
“Hahahaha—! Tyranitar! It’s Tyranitar!”
In his laughter, the fear, despair, and helplessness that had been building up in his chest for three months were all vented at this moment.
Although it was a step below a Legendary Pokémon, what did Tyranitar mean?
It was the recognized Pseudo-Legendary in the Pokémon world!
A top-tier combat force only second to those Legendary Pokémon!
The Rock and Dark dual-type gave it a terrifying physique.
Its dark green shell was as hard as iron, its hide so thick that ordinary attacks could hardly injure it at all; a wave of its thick arms was enough to smash giant rocks into powder.
Even more terrifying was its ability—Sand Stream; once it appeared, it would whip up yellow sand that covered the sky and blocked the sun, leaving nothing growing wherever it passed, truly a walking natural disaster.
Not to mention, this was a perfect specimen with all six individual values maxed out and effort values fully trained, strong enough to have absolutely no weaknesses.
Red forcibly suppressed his ecstasy, his brain working at high speed.
“This size, this destructive power…” his eyes shone brightly, “Placed in the Ninja World, this isn’t just a Pokémon; it is clearly a small Tailed Beast!”
A sky-filling sandstorm covering the battlefield would be excellent for obscuring vision and continuous damage; with a steel-like body, ordinary Ninjutsu would likely not even break its skin.
Combined with his own Sharingan, as well as the newly acquired Fire Release · Fire Blast and Lightning Release · Thunderbolt—
A long-lost feeling called “confidence” took root firmly in the bottom of his heart for the first time.
“System, where is this Tyranitar now?” He asked, concentrating, “If such a huge monster appeared out of thin air, those Anbu from ‘Root’ outside the settlement would discover it immediately.”
[Answering the host. Given that this world is based on the Chakra and Jinchuriki system, Tyranitar will merge with the host in the form of a “Jinchuriki”. From this moment on, the host is the Jinchuriki of Tyranitar, its power sealed within the host’s body, hidden and invisible in daily life, impossible for the outside world to detect.]
[In addition, the host can not only use Tyranitar’s power at will, but can also directly manifest Tyranitar’s true form into reality, summoning it at will and dismissing it just as easily.]
Red’s breathing hitched, and a rush of hot blood surged to his head.
Being able to mobilize the power of a Pseudo-Legendary, and also being able to summon its true form to fight alongside him at any time—how was this just a simple Pokémon?
It was clearly a Tailed Beast-level trump card at his beck and call!
The night of the clan annihilation really had a chance to be saved.
Red couldn’t wait to try it out immediately; he calmed his mind, just about to outline the thought of summoning in his mind—
Just at this moment, his movements stopped abruptly.
The keen perception passively cultivated by the Sharingan over these three months allowed him to clearly capture a trace of extremely subtle abnormality.
Outside the courtyard wall, in that thick shadow of the night, came a sound of fabric rubbing against something, almost imperceptible.
Someone.
Someone was silently approaching his secluded little courtyard.
The ecstasy on Red’s face froze instantly, and his muscles tightened suddenly.
He slowly reined in his surging emotions, and deep within his pitch-black eyes, a touch of blood-Red quietly lit up.
“At this critical juncture…” he thought coldly in his heart, “Who would sneak into the courtyard of an orphan like me?”
Is it the patrolling Anbu?
Is it a clan elder who has noticed something?
Or…
is it that teenager who is about to set off a bloody storm, arriving ahead of time?
The night wind swept past the withered branches in the courtyard, rustling.
Red lowered his eyes and walked slowly toward the courtyard gate; he appeared casual, but the vast power that had just awakened within him, belonging to the Desert Tyrant, was already quietly poised for action, following his will.