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By the end of the second year, many students had successfully attained 100 PL, marking their eligibility to receive their first Pokémon. The atmosphere in the academy buzzed with excitement as the students eagerly lined up, their expressions ranging from barely-contained enthusiasm to quiet, contemplative satisfaction.
Chrollo held his newly acquired Zorua in his arms, watching the small, mischievous Pokémon nuzzle against him. A faint smile played on his lips as he considered the implications. "An illusionist," he murmured. "How fitting." Already, his mind spun with possibilities.
Feitan, on the other hand, barely reacted as his Marshadow clung to his shoulder, blending seamlessly into his silhouette. He cast a sharp glance at it before muttering, "Don't get in my way." The ghostly figure merely tilted its head, its flickering form moving as if amused.
Phinks grinned as his Machop flexed its small arms, mirroring its new trainer's confident stance. "Yeah, you're gonna be strong," he smirked, patting the Pokémon on the head. "We'll get along just fine."
Franklin's Squirtle yawned lazily in his arms. The massive student let out a chuckle. "Guess we're both the laid-back type, huh?" The water Pokémon blinked slowly before nuzzling into Franklin's arm.
Machi quietly observed her Spinarak, letting it crawl up her sleeve. It was silent, calculating, and patient—just like her. "You'll do," she said simply, watching as the little spider settled comfortably on her arm.
Shalnark was already having fun with his Rotom, watching as it zipped in and out of electronic devices, making screens flicker and lights flash. "Now this is what I call entertainment!" he laughed, already planning the mischief they could get into.
Bonolenov's Toxel gave a small, static-filled cry as it clung to his shoulder. "Hmm… music and electricity," he mused. "You might fit my rhythm well."
Nobunaga scowled as his Ralts stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Why do I get the weak-looking one?" he muttered. But despite his complaints, he didn't push the Pokémon away.
Kortopi poked at his Ditto, watching it shift into various objects and people. "Useful," he muttered. It didn't matter what it was, as long as it could be used efficiently.
Uvogin let out a booming laugh, tossing his Larvitar into the air and catching it effortlessly. "You're gonna be a beast!" he declared. The little Pokémon, despite its size, gave a fierce growl of agreement.
Hisoka chuckled darkly as he twirled a Pokéball in his fingers. His Gastly floated behind him, its malicious grin mirroring his own. "Oh, you and I are going to have so much fun," he purred.
Illumi observed his Deino with mild interest, watching as the blind dragon sniffed the air around him. , he mused. "A good match."
Morena cradled her Chimchar, watching as the fire monkey nibbled on a small fruit she had given it. "I suppose we'll see if you can keep up with me," she said with a smirk.
Vinn, ever determined, stood proudly with his Timburr, the small fighting-type gripping a sturdy wooden beam. "We're going to get stronger together," he said, voice filled with conviction.
Mito smiled warmly as she hugged her Happiny, the soft pink Pokémon cooing happily in her arms. "You're just adorable," she said softly. She never considered herself a fighter, but taking care of others? That was something she could do.
Sambica gently stroked her Togepi, the little egg Pokémon chirping in delight. She wasn't sure what kind of trainer she would be, but something about this Pokémon reassured her. "I guess we'll figure things out together," she whispered.
Pariston's Zorua had already vanished, reappearing behind him with a sly grin. He chuckled, eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, we're going to get along just fine," he mused.
Sarasa's Swablu fluttered onto her head, nestling into her hair like it was the softest cloud in the world. She giggled. "Looks like you found your favorite spot already!"
Sheila cradled her Eevee, running her fingers through its soft fur. "I wonder what you'll evolve into," she murmured. "Guess we'll see when the time comes."
The air was filled with the sounds of Pokémon bonding with their trainers, laughter, and the occasional shout of surprise as the newly received Pokémon caused minor chaos , with Pokémon companions by their sides, the students had even more motivation to push forward.
While the students were immersed in their lessons, my communicator buzzed, flashing the name Ging on the screen.
I sighed. "Let me guess—you need something?"
Ging's voice came through, sounding far too excited for my liking. "Nah, just thought I'd update you. I found an island."
I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you already find one last time?"
"Yeah, yeah, but this one's different. It's a complete mess—covered in trash, abandoned because some kind of toxic disaster wiped out everything on it. Think of it as a landfill that got out of control."
"...And you decided to keep exploring it?"
"Of course! You wouldn't believe the stuff I found buried here. There are old structures, history, even Nen scriptures written in a language I've never seen before. I already scanned them and sent everything to you through the VR."
Curious, I pulled up the data on my end. The moment I laid eyes on the strange symbols and diagrams, a wave of energy pulsed through my Nen. Something clicked.
I stood up, suddenly feeling different—stronger. My Fairy Godmother ability had evolved.
Before, creating a single Pokémon out of pure Nen without a Nen Stone would take me ten days. Now? I could do it in two.
I clenched my fist, sensing the refined flow of aura within me. Whatever these scriptures were, they weren't just historical artifacts. They contained power, and Ging had unknowingly handed me something that accelerated my abilities.
"Hey," I said, still processing everything. "You might've just given me my next breakthrough."
"Great! Now, while you're enjoying that, I'm gonna keep mapping out this place. Oh, and I recruited a small team. Not waiting around for your students to grow up—Greed Island's happening now."
"Figures," I muttered. "Just don't die out there."
Ging only laughed before hanging up.
I stared at the VR screen, the ancient Nen text still glowing in front of me.
Looks like I just found a way to push my limits even further.
After reviewing the new data from Ging, I decided it was time to test my newfound abilities.
I sat back in my chair, focusing my aura as I crafted a new NPC. This time, I made some adjustments. Instead of relying on Nen Stones to function, I infused them with Sun Stones as a core. This meant that, as long as they remained within the island, they could move freely—no longer bound by the usual limitations.
With the foundation set, I turned my attention to the next problem: infrastructure.
I looked at the 3D map displayed in my office, an aerial view of Nova Island with its forests, mountains, and still undeveloped land. There was so much space sitting idle. It was wasted potential.
Then, a memory hit me. The Spiffing Brit's Civilization 6 exploits. The way he abused mechanics to break the game and turn simple strategies into absurdly efficient empires.
I smirked. Yeah, I can just do that.
I waved my hand, summoning my newly created BOBs—short for "Builders of Boundless Structures." It was a bit of a joke, inspired by Bob the Builder, but hey, simplicity worked.
"Alright, listen up," I said, addressing the group of humanoid constructs. "Your job is to divide the island into functional districts. Start with the basics—residential, commercial, agricultural, and training zones. I want proper pathways between them, nothing chaotic."
They simply nodded, silent and efficient.
Satisfied, I leaned back and thought about who would oversee this project.
Mr. WW.
"Yeah, this is perfect for him," I muttered, pulling up a communicator and sending a message to my little companion.
[New Assignment: Construction Projects]
"Oversee the expansion and structuring of Nova Island. Use the new BOB units for efficiency. Priority: Long-term development."
With that settled, I stood up, stretched, and walked out of my office.
"Alright, time to grab something to eat. Let's see if the cafeteria has anything good today."
Because if I'm going to be running an island-wide development project, I might as well do it on a full stomach.
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Mr. WorldWide Oversees the Projects
Mr. WW stood at the highest peak of Nova Island, hands behind his back, watching the newly formed BOBs spread out below him. The sun was rising over the land, casting long shadows across the developing districts.
The BOBs moved with inhuman efficiency—silent, tireless, and methodical. Some were already marking plots of land, others were stacking materials, and a few had begun shaping the foundations for the new zones.
He smirked.
"Hah, I gotta hand it to the boss—these things are effective."
But effectiveness wasn't enough. It had to be stylish.
With a flourish, he clapped his hands. "Alright, listen up, you little construction goblins! We're not just building an island, we're making a world-class paradise. That means clean districts, logical layouts, and—most importantly—aesthetics."
The BOBs continued working, undeterred.
"Good, I like the enthusiasm," he muttered, watching as one started shaping a perfect stone pathway.
He pulled up a holographic blueprint, the 3D map of Nova Island. The plan was ambitious.
The Residential District: Cozy, sustainable housing for students and future graduates.
The Commercial District: Markets, trading posts, and places for the kids to test their entrepreneurial skills.
The Agricultural District: Large, rotating crop fields and some Pokémon-assisted farming techniques.
The Combat Training Zone: Arena-style grounds, reinforced for heavy-duty sparring.
The "Special" District: Reserved for high-level research, artifacts, and whatever ridiculous Nen experiments the boss came up with.
He scratched his chin.
"This place is gonna be a damn city before long."
One of the BOBs finished setting up a foundation and turned to him. It blinked, waiting for confirmation.
Mr. WW gave it a thumbs-up. "Nice work, keep it up!"
Another BOB walked past him, carrying a ridiculously large steel beam on one shoulder.
"...How strong did he make these things?" he muttered.
He looked back at the holographic display. There was still so much to do. But unlike before, when he was just some wanderer drifting through places without purpose—this project? This was something real.
"Yeah... This is gonna be fun."
He turned, letting his signature white coat billow dramatically as he surveyed the land like a king watching over his empire.
"Alright, you metal minions—let's get to work. We're making a Vegas here."
...…
Ging Freecss & His New Crew – The Greed Island Project Begins
Ging wiped the sweat off his brow and grinned as he surveyed the land before him.
A dump. A whole island filled with rusted machinery, corroded structures, and layers of discarded waste. Perfect.
"This," he said, spreading his arms dramatically, "is gonna be the greatest project in history."
His ragtag group of companions, handpicked for their skills (and toleration of his nonsense), stood behind him, unimpressed.
The Team
Dwight – A grizzled ex-archaeologist who got kicked out of the association for "excessive treasure hunting."
Ciel – A cartographer with an uncanny ability to map terrain at lightning speed.
Rando – Just some guy. No one was sure what his skill was, but he kept showing up.
Mr. WW (Temporarily absent due to overseeing construction on Nova Island).
"Ging," Ciel muttered, flipping through a notebook, "you do realize this island is literally toxic, right? The soil's dead, the air is barely breathable, and we don't even know what kind of Nen traps are lying around."
Dwight grinned, tapping his shovel on his shoulder. "Nen ruins mean Nen treasure. I say we start digging."
Rando raised a hand. "Why am I here?"
Ging ignored them. "Alright, let's explore. Dwight, you take the ruins. Ciel, keep mapping. Rando…uh, just try not to die."
Rando nodded. "Got it."
A few hours in, Dwight let out a yell. "Oi, Freecss, get over here! Found something!"
Ging and the rest hurried over to where the old archaeologist had started brushing off an ancient slab. It was covered in Nen-inscribed symbols, glowing faintly.
"What's it say?" Ciel asked.
Dwight squinted, running a hand over the carvings. "Hard to say. It's an old dialect. Pre-cataclysm Nen culture, if I had to guess."
Ging traced the symbols with his fingers, his Nen flaring slightly. The script pulsed in response. His grin widened.
"Looks like a power-enhancing technique."
Dwight's eyebrows shot up. "That's a bold claim."
"C'mon, you know I'm right. It's a method to infuse aura into objects passively, making them stronger over time."
Ciel frowned. "Like the condition-based enhancements we use today?"
Ging shook his head. "No, this is constant. You could make a sword that grows stronger with every battle. A building that reinforces itself over time."
Dwight whistled. "No wonder this place got buried."
Ging smirked. "We're taking this back."
That night, as they camped near the ruins, something moved in the darkness.
Ciel was on watch when she noticed the fog shifting unnaturally. Shadows slithered just beyond the torchlight.
"…Ging?" she called out.
Rando sat up groggily. "Huh? Is it breakfast time?"
Before anyone could react, a low, whispering voice filled the air.
"Leave…this place…or be consumed…"
A deep chill settled over them.
Ging, instead of looking concerned, just grinned like a maniac. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
Dwight groaned, reaching for his shovel. "Of course, there's a ghost."
From the mist, a figure emerged.
A spectral warrior, clad in shattered armor, hollow eyes glowing with eerie light.
It raised a jagged spear and charged.
"Welp," Ging cracked his knuckles. "Guess we're fighting a ghost now."
And with that, a fight erupted.