Chapter 46 This Isn't Bullying the Weak; It's Spanking a Baby

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“It seems... there’s no mistake.”

Qian Lin’s words brought some clarity to the frenzied audience.

As he had said earlier, Poké Balls are never a guaranteed way to catch Pokémon. The reason Qian Lin could easily capture Swablu and Growlithe was because he had already formed bonds with them; that’s why they didn’t resist being caught.

If it had been other Pokémon, a battle would have been necessary first—to weaken their health before using the Poké Ball. Moreover, if a Pokémon was captured through means other than battle, there was a high chance it wouldn’t obey the trainer and might even attack them.

So, even with Poké Balls, capturing Pokémon wasn’t so straightforward.

Actually, the audience knew this; it was just that Qian Lin’s capture earlier was so shocking that they hadn’t considered these details right away.

(Colorful comments streamed in) “Research on Poké Balls is still in its early stages. While the technology isn’t fully deciphered yet, we have the complete development process, and the production line is already in full swing. Within a year at most, Poké Balls will be available nationwide, initially priced at 100 yuan each.”

“No way! Really? One year?”

“Wait, I can wait—just one year, completely doable.”

“Yeah, yeah, Qian Lin, you’ve got to work hard! Use this year to unlock the Pokédex fully so we can catch Pokémon better in the wild.”

“Ah, I’m so excited I can barely wait.”

“I just sneaked a peek outside the firewall; it seems many places abroad are stirring things up.”

“Stirring things up? Let them be. With talents like Qian Lin, do you think the government won’t protect him?”

“Not just the government—Qian Lin is our treasure now. Even we have to protect him.”

Watching the viewers gradually sober up from the shock of the Poké Balls, Qian Lin smiled with relief.

He had long since handed over the manufacturing methods for both types of Poké Balls to the Pokémon Research Institute. The Jade Ball was simple to make but required rare materials, so it was unlikely to be mass-produced. Therefore, the institute was focusing on researching the Tech Ball.

When Qian Lin first gave them the manufacturing methods, he thought it would take several years, even decades, to develop. But reality stunned him: his country had quietly developed many advanced technologies behind the scenes. What he thought would take years to develop—Poké Balls—could be ready in at most one year, according to the higher-ups.

This was incredible.

It seemed that ever since going to the far side of the moon, the rabbit’s fear of insufficient firepower had only grown worse.

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But this was a good thing.

In any case, after explaining about the Poké Balls, a weary Qian Lin ended the livestream and returned to his tent to sleep. Before drifting off, he released Swablu and Growlithe and asked how they felt about the Poké Balls. After confirming they felt no discomfort, he finally settled into a deep sleep.

Swablu was initially grumpy about getting up but, seeing Qian Lin so exhausted, didn’t complain and sat beside him, pouting.

—

In the following days, Qian Lin continued to explore and search for Pokémon as before, introducing various species and chatting with viewers about the future.

The days when Pokémon lived alongside humans, when everyone had Pokémon companions, and the battles between trainers—all of this inspired yearning and eagerness to step into the world a year from now.

Time passed slowly. The Pokémon of the Twelve Villages gradually grew accustomed to the talkative human, even those who had once fought humans lowered their guard and were willing to approach Qian Lin.

Half a month later, with Swablu perched on his head and Growlithe by his side, Qian Lin stood beside his car, looking at the village ahead:

“Well, the half-month Pokémon education journey has come to an end. This livestream will conclude here. This time, we witnessed an ecosystem of Pokémon different from the mountains—there were Meowth surviving with humans, opposing Murkrow factions, the region’s strongest Ursaring, the poignant story of the rogue Pandaren... and, of course, the milestone of the Poké Ball.”

“I’m your host, Qian Lin, a Pokémon education streamer. Hmm, let me think how to say this... ‘White Hole, a white tomorrow awaits us.’ So, until next time, friends.”

“The next livestream time will be announced on the bulletin board. If you’re interested in learning about Pokémon in this world, be sure to follow me.”

With that, the livestream ended.

“Wow, I’m going to miss Swablu and Growlithe so much. Won’t see them for a long time now.”

“Streamer, don’t go! What am I going to do without you? Streamer!”

“During these two weeks of streams, I met so many more Pokémon and saw the near future with my own eyes. Thank you, Tairo.”

“No need to thank me, Brother Man.”

“Can you guys be serious for once? This isn’t the time for jokes!”

Even after the stream ended, comments kept streaming in. Qian Lin smiled at the screen, then took a deep breath, recalled his drone, opened the passenger door for Growlithe to get in, and sat behind the wheel.

Next, it was time to go home and rest...

As the car started, two familiar figures emerged from the roadside—the black-and-white rogue Pandaren and the brown Ursaring.

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“Pichu—!” Pichu jumped out happily.

Qian Lin was momentarily stunned by the scene, then instinctively opened the car door and stepped out, looking at the two bears. “Here to see me off?”

Ursaring scratched its head without saying a word, glancing at the rogue Pandaren beside it.

The rogue Pandaren stepped forward, clenched its right fist toward Qian Lin.

Although Qian Lin couldn’t understand the Pandaren’s words, he could roughly grasp the meaning. Seeing the gesture, he was slightly taken aback.

“You want to battle me?”

“Awooo~” The rogue Pandaren nodded firmly, then pointed at Qian Lin’s pocket, where two unused Poké Balls rested.

“Gasp—” Qian Lin inhaled sharply. “You mean, if I win, you’ll come with me?”

The rogue Pandaren nodded again.

Qian Lin fell silent for a moment, then reached up to take Swablu down from his head...

Swablu blinked, looking at Qian Lin in disbelief.

“You want me to battle the rogue Pandaren? You might as well be asking me to die.”

“Uh...” Qian Lin’s conscience pricked him slightly, so he glanced at Growlithe in the passenger seat.

Their eyes met... Growlithe, resolute, jumped out of the passenger seat, walking toward the rogue Pandaren as if marching to the execution ground, then was enveloped by a red light and absorbed into a Poké Ball.

Qian Lin held the Poké Ball, wearing an awkward smile.

“Well, rogue Pandaren, I’d love to battle you, but do you have the heart to take on two kids who aren’t even mature yet?”

Swablu was less than three months old, Growlithe no more than half a year, yet the rogue Pandaren’s strength was clearly not something to be reached in just a few years. This wasn’t bullying the weak—it was fighting babies.