A Pokémon That Mastered a Move in Three Days-If That Wasn't Genius, Was It a Cheat?

The next morning, at dawn.

The sun rose from the east as usual. Weedle used String Shot to open the refrigerator as usual and began his daily self-feeding.

After getting up and washing up, Mu Yun began preparing the meals.

Although there was now an extra Pidgey to feed, sandwiches were simple to make. Making more or less only took a few extra minutes.

In a little over half an hour, Mu Yun had finished breakfast and prepared lunch.

As he ate breakfast, he cheered Weedle on and applied a double experience buff.

"A towering building starts from the ground up. Every move training session is the foundation of your future strength. Come on, Little Weedle, use String Shot with everything you've got!"

Holding a cup of hot soy milk, Mu Yun delivered his motivational speech with fervor.

In both his past and present lives, he had hated this kind of empty, boring motivational drivel the most. After all, it had no practical effect whatsoever.

But things were different now. With the effects of the Yanhuang Language, motivational drivel could genuinely speed up training progress.

"Woooh!!"

Filled with Mu Yun's stirring words, Weedle, who had still been somewhat out of sorts, instantly regained his fighting spirit and brimmed with vigor.

It was as though the objects before him were not empty milk bottles, but that "greedy stupid bird" that kept flying around and mocking him.

Just like that, Weedle fired off several streams of silk in succession.

Whether it was because the past few days of training had paid off or because yesterday's missed point-blank shots had irritated him, the interval between Weedle's String Shots was noticeably shorter today.

The rapid barrage of String Shots wrapped all five milk bottles within mere seconds.

"Woooh..."

Looking at the milk bottles now covered in a blanket of white, Weedle recalled the speed of that "greedy stupid bird" yesterday. He lowered his head slightly, apparently dissatisfied with his own speed just now.

Slow, far too slow.

Though he disliked that "greedy stupid bird," he had to admit that the stupid bird was incredibly fast and nimble in the air.

With his performance just now, hitting the other party would be truly difficult.

"He's already learning to reflect on himself?"

Mu Yun, leisurely sipping hot soy milk beside him, was greatly surprised when he saw Weedle lower his head in thought after a round of rapid fire.

For the past two days, the little guy had been like a hot-blooded idiot, relying entirely on enthusiasm and brute force during training.

Who would have thought that introducing Pidgey into his training for just one day would help him switch his brain back on?

Those sandwiches had been so worth it!

Just like that, the normally lively living room fell into a long-lost calm.

Mu Yun did not rush Weedle to continue training. He simply took occasional sips of warm soy milk and opened his phone to check the latest trending news.

Just as Mu Yun opened Douyin to browse videos, a provincial information alert suddenly popped up.

[Recently, a theft of historical artifacts occurred at a museum in our province, causing a severe social impact. In order to swiftly apprehend the suspect and eliminate potential public safety risks, the following Class C wanted notice is hereby issued:...]

[Basic characteristics of the suspect: Codename Mole, male, approximately 166 cm tall, thin build, long blond hair,... Known Pokémon: an Alternate-Form Steel-type Dugtrio, Sandslash.]

[Anyone who discovers the suspect's whereabouts and assists in his capture will receive a reward of 350,000 League Coins.]

"A Class C wanted criminal—Mole? He stole historical artifacts from a museum?"

Mu Yun murmured softly as he read the alert.

Mu Yun did not care much about wanted criminals. People like that hid in remote places no one visited, so as long as ordinary people did not wander around recklessly, they would basically never encounter them.

Besides, this was not his previous life. The Pokémon owned by anyone who made it onto a wanted list would not be weak, and they might even have seen blood.

Against such desperate criminals, trainers who only knew how to battle in competitions could very well lose despite being stronger.

For the sake of his own life, Mu Yun would not put himself in danger.

What really intrigued him was that Alternate-Form Pokémon.

So-called Alternate-Form Pokémon were the Pokémon from his previous life with Alolan Forms, Galarian Forms, Hisuian Forms, and Paldean Forms. This was also the League's official collective term for such special Pokémon in this world.

Because they were scarce and mostly discovered in secret realms, they were extremely rare. Ordinary people simply could not get their hands on them.

He wondered where this wanted criminal called Mole had acquired his.

Pokémon like Galarian Rapidash, Hisuian Zoroark, and Alolan Ninetales were all very attractive and had solid base stats.

He hoped he would have the chance to raise a few someday.

Of course, if he truly had the chance, Mu Yun would rather obtain Metagross, Tyranitar, Garchomp, Salamence, or something along those lines.

After briefly fantasizing about his future, Mu Yun quickly pulled his thoughts back.

At this moment, Weedle seemed to have gained some insight and moved again.

He tilted his head slightly upward, his gaze fixed on the milk bottle at the very center of the five empty bottles.

Instead of opening his mouth and firing quickly as usual, he puffed out his mouth slightly, as if trying something.

After roughly two or three seconds, Weedle suddenly opened his mouth.

Pfft!!

A strand of snow-white silk shot from his mouth.

At first glance, this strand looked no different from the previous ones. It was still thick and long, but Mu Yun keenly noticed that its tip seemed to branch apart.

It was as though it was not one complete thread, but many finer threads stuck together. The front end trembled slightly due to insufficient adhesion, looking as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Sure enough, just as the silk approached the milk bottles, its front end abruptly split open. Like several feelers extending from thin air, it swept up the four bottles surrounding the target bottle with several soft snaps.

In an instant, all five empty milk bottles were tightly bound into a single bundle, like a neatly tied bundle of firewood on a woodcutter's back.

"Woooh!!"

This time, Weedle seemed very satisfied with his work and cried out happily.

"Did String Shot turn into a Spider Web?"

Mu Yun was both astonished and delighted as he watched the String Shot sweep up all five milk bottles at once.

Although that strand of silk was still vastly different from an actual Spider Web move, its form did bear some resemblance.

Most importantly, Weedle was only ten days old and had trained for merely three days, yet he could already alter the form of a move. That was simply absurd!

Could my Weedle be a genius with extraordinary comprehension?

Mu Yun could not help but smile.

At that moment, a crisp system notification also rang out, as though celebrating along with him.

[Ding! Weedle used String Shot. Proficiency +1!]

[Ding! Weedle began thinking carefully and gained further insight into the move String Shot. Additional proficiency +2!]

[Ding! After countless tempered attempts, Weedle successfully mastered a new form variation of the move String Shot—String Shot Net. Proficiency +50!]

[Ding! Through persistent effort, Weedle's move—String Shot—has broken through to the Mastery level!]

[String Shot (Mastery, 35/1000): Silk toughness +200%, silk viscosity +150%, silk corrosion resistance +100%, power of all Bug-type moves +10%.]