Free Web NovelAlex kept his expression neutral as he watched Paul, Wattson and another late-elite trainer step forward, their decision already made without hesitation.
There was no visible doubt in their movements, no second thoughts as they accepted a mission that could easily place them in front of something far beyond their level.
He couldn't understand it.
To Alex, risking the lives of Pokémon that had trained under you for years, or even your own life, just to potentially reduce casualties among strangers, felt irrational.
The outcome wasn't guaranteed, and the cost could be Fatal. From his perspective, the Decision simply didn't make sense.
He had never felt any real attachment to people he didn't know, and this situation didn't change that. Even if the situation worsened, he knew he wouldn't even use something like his Mega evoltion unless it directly benefited him.
Risking everything for unknown lives wasn't something he could understand, no matter how others tried to frame it.
Around him, the room was already shifting into motion. Trainers spoke in low, urgent voices, some preparing to defend the city, others coordinating positions along the barrier. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
In contrast, Alex remained still for a moment longer, quietly observing. He was aware that his earlier words hadn't gone unnoticed.
Wattson hadn't openly criticized him, but there had been a subtle change in the way he looked at Alex, something quieter and more distant. A few of the other trainers had been far less subtle, their opinions clear from their expressions alone.
Still, Alex didn't consider it a loss.
Although he had begun to get along with Wattson to some extent, he understood that any chance of forming a real Friendship had likely ended the moment he made his stance clear.
Wattson was the kind of person who would place the lives of others above his own without hesitation, someone driven by a sense of responsibility that Alex neither shared nor wanted to share.
Alex didn't dislike that kind of person. But he also knew he could never truly get along with them.
It didn't take long before a staff member approached Alex, handing him a detailed map while quickly explaining the section he had been assigned to defend.
The instructions were clear and efficient, leaving no room for confusion as the situation demanded speed over anything else.
Alex glanced over the map once. His position was located where the pressure was expected to be higher than average, a point where a wild late-elite Pokémon and many mid-elite Pokemon would most likely appear if the incoming wave continued on its current path.
He was placed in charge of a small team consisting of one mid-elite trainer and three low-elite trainers, all of whom were already waiting a short distance away, their attention shifting toward him as he approached.
Despite the relatively demanding assignment, Alex's expression remained completely indifferent.
From his perspective, the risk was minimal.
Even if one or two late-elite Pokémon pushed through, his Pokemon team's combined strength would be more than enough to handle them without much difficulty. freewёbnoνel.com
The mid-elite trainer could provide solid support, while the others would also defend if necessary. More importantly, Alex himself was confident that nothing below Champion level posed any real threat to him or his Pokémon.
To him, the mission wasn't dangerous.
As long as nothing unexpected happened, this would simply be a matter of holding the line, defeating whatever appeared, and waiting until the situation stabilized.
The moment Alex stepped closer, the four trainers assigned to his team moved toward him almost immediately, clearly aware that he would be leading them.
The first to speak was the mid-elite trainer, a man in his early thirties with short dark hair and a calm, focused expression. His posture was straight, and there was a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself, suggesting experience.
He introduced himself as "Ethan, mid-elite level. My highest level Pokémon is level 53, and I shouldn't have any problem fighting and defeating two or three mid-elite Pokémon at the same time with the help of my other Pokémon."
Alex gave a small nod, already recognizing him as the most reliable member of the group aside from himself.
Next was one of the low-elite trainers, a tall, broad-shouldered man who looked a few years older than Ethan. He had rough features, a short beard, and a slightly impatient look in his eyes, as if he preferred action over discussion.
he said simply, crossing his arms. "Markus. I specialize in Fighting-type Pokémon. I've got two Pokémon at level 48, so I can help a bit, but don't expect me to handle mid- or late-elite opponents."
The third trainer stepped forward more hesitantly. She was a young woman, probably in her early twenties, with long brown hair tied back into a practical ponytail. Her eyes were alert, although there was a hint of nervousness beneath her composure.
she said, her voice controlled despite the situation. "Sophie, I specialize in Psychic type but I am very weak. My highest level Pokémon is only level 44"
The last one was the youngest of the group, a lean boy who couldn't have been much older than eighteen. He had short blonde hair and sharp, observant eyes, constantly scanning the surroundings even while speaking.
he said quickly. "Leon, My highest level Pokémon is level 49"
With the introductions finished, all four of them looked at Alex, waiting for instructions. Even without anyone saying it out loud, it was clear that, from this point on, he was in charge.
Alex flashed a casual smile as he said, "Okay, follow me with your Pokémon. As elite-level trainers, each of you should have a Pokémon you can fly or ride, right?"
All four of them nodded without hesitation.
Alex's gaze lingered on Leon and Sophie for a fraction longer than necessary. Something about them felt slightly off.
It wasn't anything obvious—no clear mistake in their words or behavior—but there was a subtle inconsistency in the way they carried themselves.
Still, Alex didn't dwell on it. He had no intention of digging deeper.
Whether they were hiding something or not didn't matter to him as long as it didn't interfere with the mission. And more importantly, he had no plans to let any of them get close enough—to him or to his Pokémon—for it to become a problem in the first place.
Without another word, he turned and began moving toward their assigned position, fully expecting the others to follow.
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