"Can you predict when a mobile secret realm's exit will vanish?" Su Feng asked, intrigued.
The rescue team recruit hesitated. "We can… but only about ten minutes in advance. There's a subtle energy fluctuation before collapse."
Su Feng frowned. Ten minutes? For larger realms, that wasn't enough time to evacuate. Current methods—sending someone back in to warn others—were inefficient and dangerous. Still, it was better than nothing.
Evening, Su Feng's Villa
The cramped living room buzzed with activity. Blissey's herd occupied every corner, while Gible sulked near the fireplace, pretending not to enjoy the chaos.
"We need a bigger place," Su Feng muttered, dodging a Chansey carrying a first-aid kit. His villa, once cozy, now felt like a subway at rush hour.
Blaziken herded a group of Chansey into the garden, freeing up space. Su Feng's mind raced. A Pokémon Daycare? A League HQ? But funding…
Arceus' system had converted all livestream donations into "points," leaving him cash-poor. To build his vision, he needed to monetize his tech—starting with Potion formulas and healing devices.
But first: an assistant.
He dialed Jin Ge.
Ten Minutes Later
Jin Ge arrived in a crisp suit, eyeing the tea Su Feng offered with suspicion. "I said I wanted Coke."
"Ran out," Su Feng replied, sipping herbal tea gifted by Sawsbuck. "Take it or leave it."
Jin Ge sighed, accepting the cup. His eyes widened at the first sip—earthy, floral, with a lingering sweetness. "What is this?"
"Secret realm special. Want some?"
"Obviously."
Su Feng tossed him a satchel of leaves before cutting to the chase. "I need a CEO. For… this."
He spread blueprints across the table: Pokémon Centers, Gyms, an Elite Four structure. Jin Ge's expression shifted from skepticism to awe as Su Feng outlined a global League transcending nations.
"...and it starts with medical tech. Potions, status healers—things humans can't replicate yet. Profits fund the Centers, which train nurses like Blissey's herd. Next phase—"
"Wait." Jin Ge raised a hand. "You realize you're describing something bigger than most governments?"
"Exactly." Su Feng leaned forward. "The League has to be neutral. No borders—just trainers and Pokémon."
Jin Ge stared at the plans. Memories flashed—his childhood dream of uniting regions through sport, crushed by bureaucracy. Here was a madman offering that dream on a silver platter.
"You'll anger nations. Face sanctions. Possibly assassination attem—"
"So?" Su Feng grinned. "Scared?"
Jin Ge snorted. He'd guarded politicians who'd sell their mothers for power. But this lunatic? He wanted to give power—to everyone.
"Salary?"
"You'll get Blissey-made health insurance."
"Deal."
They shook hands. Outside, Gible eavesdropped, claws twitching with excitement.
Dawn, Next Day
Su Feng stood before his villa, metal case in hand. Blaziken, Greninja, and the others stood ready.
"First stop: City Hall. We're rezoning this neighborhood into the First Pokémon Center."
Gible scoffed but trailed close, already plotting battle strategies.
Somewhere in the secret realm, Gardevoir smiled. Her child's future burned brighter than any stars.
The League had begun.