"Really?" Su Feng's eyes lit up.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Jin Ge sighed. His decision had been carefully weighed.
"Glad you agreed! But… what about Elder Chen and Elder Xu?" Su Feng asked warily. If the two elders refused to release Jin Ge, pressing further would be awkward.
Jin Ge smirked. So you do fear them. "You should inform them personally," he advised.
Su Feng nodded. "I'll call them later."
"Then," Jin Ge straightened, "what's my first task as your CEO, boss?"
"Ahhh~" Su Feng leaned back, savoring the title like fine wine. "Perfect."
Jin Ge: "…"
Regret. Instant regret.
"Ahem." Jin Ge cleared his throat. "Focus."
"Right!" Su Feng snapped back. "Two priorities: building Pokémon Centers and founding Devon Corporation. Can you handle both?"
"Yes, but the Centers will take time," Jin Ge said. Establishing Devon Corp. was simple paperwork, but constructing facilities across cities? Months of permits, contractors, and logistics.
"Fund any issues through me," Su Feng declared grandly.
Jin Ge raised an eyebrow. "I'll cover initial costs."
"You? Last week you begged me for a Coke!"
"…" Jin Ge's eye twitched. "Let's just say my family has… resources."
The Jin Group's empire spanned skyscrapers to snack stalls. As its youngest heir, Jin Ge's "allowance" could fund a small nation—or a dozen Pokémon Centers.
Su Feng tossed him a bank card. "42 million yuan. Should cover dozens of Centers!"
Jin Ge pocketed it silently. This wouldn't buy three downtown storefronts. But no matter—he'd supplement the rest. Profit would come later.
"One question," Jin Ge said finally. "Why the livestreams? You don't need fame or money. What's driving you?"
Su Feng's playful demeanor vanished. "What I'm about to say… you can't repeat it. To anyone."
Jin Ge nodded, uneasy.
"I'm not from this world," Su Feng began. "A being called Arceus—creator of all—sent me here. My mission: ensure humans and Pokémon coexist. The livestreams? Its direct order."
Jin Ge's teacup clattered. God is a Pokémon? And it's… a workaholic?
"If I fail," Su Feng added gravely, "Arceus might reset everything."
Jin Ge's hands trembled. No pressure.
Later That Night
After sending a "safe return" post to reassure fans, Su Feng collapsed onto the couch—only for Blissey to tug his sleeve urgently.
"Lucky! (Where are the injured Pokémon? We must heal them now!)"
Su Feng groaned. "The hospital's closed. Tomorrow, I promi—"
"LUCKY! (Every minute wasted is suffering! We don't need sleep!)"
Su Feng stared at the herd of Chansey vibrating with resolve. Of course I get the Florence Nightingale workaholics.
"Fine," he muttered, texting a contact. "ER doc incoming. Hope you like night shifts."
Outside, a taxi screeched to a halt. Gible peered through the window, claws twitching.
Human world… Let's see what you've got.