Wallace, Hoenn Region's Champion, a man who believed in "dignity and respect," currently the only top‑tier Coordinator publicly acknowledged as truly elegant and noble.
And this man… had gone into showbiz!!!
Well, okay, maybe not exactly "showbiz"—he'd merely sacrificed himself in the name of Art.
The Hoenn League's regional forum hadn't been this lively in ages.
For one simple reason: a kind soul had posted a thread and a video, and the content had spread like wildfire.
It was already all over the Hoenn Region at breakneck speed.
With a face dark as iron and hands shaking, Wallace opened the thread.
Worth mentioning, the thread was titled: "Shock! Look What This Top‑Tier Coordinator and Hoenn League Champion Just Did!!!"
Yeah, the thread's massive reach definitely had a lot to do with that title.
What Hoenn netizen could resist clicking something like that?
"Relax, Wallace. It was just a defeat, nothing more. It's fine."
Steven clearly didn't understand why Wallace looked so ashamed and stricken. He just assumed Wallace was worried about word getting out that he'd lost to Team Rocket executives.
"That's right, Champion Wallace, there's no need to worry so much. Even if the news gets out, it won't change how evil Team Rocket is. We're fighting for justice!"
Drake's deep, powerful voice was reassuring.
Wallace wanted to cry. Was that what he was worried about???
If it were only that he'd lost to Team Rocket, at worst he'd feel awful for a while for letting the Hoenn League's trust down—but it wouldn't shatter him to this degree.
His mental fortitude wasn't that fragile.
The problem was—
The moment Wallace clicked the thread open, the very first image popped up, and his vision went black.
Onscreen, a girl was gazing shyly at the camera. Next to her, Ludicolo—whose face had almost been slapped swollen by Suicune—was sitting beside her with an adorable smile.
Beautiful, pure, moving.
Silence.
The entire conference room went dead quiet in an instant.
Hoenn's head of the Elite Four, Drake, stared at the picture. His brain, after several decades of life, simply blue‑screened.
Steven stared in complete shock at the beautiful girl in the photo, then looked up at the expressionless Wallace, then back down at the photo, then at Wallace, then at the photo, then at Wallace.
That long‑haired green‑haired woman… really did look like Wallace?!
He repeated that motion about five or six times. Steven's eyes slowly took on a strange look as he finally opened his mouth.
"Hiss～!!!"
The former Hoenn Champion who loved rocks sucked in a sharp breath.
Now he finally understood what Wallace had meant earlier when he'd said he'd been humiliated.
What unimaginably evil and terrifying Team Rocket members—forcing his bro to do something like this?
Was there no justice in the world? No law??
Wallace's face was blank, his expression dead. His trembling finger kept scrolling down, and Steven immediately leaned in close.
He absolutely wasn't looking out of pure curiosity; he just wanted to know exactly what his bro had gone through.
JK uniforms, lolita dresses, dreamy white long skirts, black‑stockings hot‑pants sets.
Every single photo was clearly taken with meticulous care. Each one was so beautiful and moving, each with its own distinct style—but all of them pure artwork.
And at the very end, there was even a video.
Wallace, already past rage and into numb despair, tapped it open directly.
"Wiping windows～ wiping windows—"
The BGM kicked in. Onscreen, the woman in black stockings and hot pants twisted her waist, swaying her hips. Steven's eyes went glassy.
S‑so sexy!
Wallace exited the video in a flash—but he still clung to a faint sliver of hope and scrolled down to the comments.
Looking at the five‑digit comment count, Wallace felt his heart drop straight into an ice pit.
The conference room was terrifyingly quiet.
Drake's old man brain still hadn't fully rebooted. Sidney had turned away, too uncomfortable to look at his Champion. Phoebe's cheeks were scarlet—and her eyes were a little lost.
She honestly felt like Champion Wallace was way prettier than she was.
Once that thought hit, Phoebe's face fell.
"Everyone—"
Wallace's whole body had practically turned gray. His shoulders slumped.
"I don't think I have the face to keep living in this world anymore."
"Now, now, that's going way too far, Champion Wallace. They're just… artistic photos, that's all."
The Jenny commander chose her words as carefully as she could, hoping not to crush their Champion's fragile, sensitive heart.
"Ahem—yeah, Wallace! You've gotta stay strong. Besides—"
Steven finally managed to wrench his eyes away from the photos on the phone. He patted Wallace's shoulder solemnly.
"There are all kinds of people in this world. There are plenty of guys who like crossdressing too. I think the civilians will understand you. Just treat it as a weird experience you went through, yeah?"
"Do I even deserve to live?"
Wallace's head was spinning.
"You do! Of course you do, bro! And besides, you—"
You look amazing in girls' clothes!
Steven, admittedly, thought Wallace's crossdressing was insanely good. Since that was the case, he figured Wallace could just treat it as trying something new.
"But the priority right now is dealing with that post, isn't it? Are we really just going to ignore it? With Champion Wallace's popularity, it's going to spread to other regions any minute now."
Phoebe spoke up weakly.
Hearing that, Wallace snapped "awake" on the spot—his survival instincts detonated.
Getting publicly shamed across all of Hoenn was one thing, but he refused to get globally shamed!!
"Officer Jenny! Please, delete and ban that post immediately!!"
"But…" The Jenny commander had a hard time keeping a straight face.
Suddenly removing and banning that kind of thread wasn't exactly ideal—but she could use Champion Wallace's status as justification.
The real problem was—she seriously doubted it wasn't already too late.
"I'm begging you! This is the single most important request of my entire life."
"…All right."
The Jenny commander pulled out her phone, ready to use her moderator‑level permissions.
"AAAAHHH! Damn you, Damian!!! You bastard! Next time I catch you, I'm making you shoot a hundred sets—one hundred sets!!"
Wallace finally lost it.
To actually post those photos online—how could anyone be this awful??
Next time he caught Damian, he was absolutely going to force Damian to shoot some "artistic photos" too!!
Lavaridge Town.
"Is this really Champion Wallace?! Is this really Champion Wallace?! Is this fanservice just for us?"
"Hiss～ Who the hell is this cameraman Damian guy??"
"Ahhh～ Champion Wallace, my darling Champion Wallace, I wanna lick your jade‑like feet——"
"Bro up there, you've gone too far. He's a guy, you know!"
"Koko—— I don't wanna live. I'm not even as pretty as a man. But if it's Champion Wallace—starting today I'm calling you Sis!"
"Bro, is Hoenn's Champion's kink really this wild? Artistic photos that are crossdressing? I mean… I guess I'm not against it."
"Look at those hips. Hiss～ that motion!! Too hot, way too hot! Aaaaaahhh, Champion Wallace! We love you!!"
Inside the villa, Damian scrolled through the comments. Just as expected.
With a tiny tweak to the title, the thread's popularity had exploded. One pass‑along after another—
Wallace‑sensei, no need to thank me. With an artist like you, if you don't go viral worldwide, that's what'd be against the will of heaven!
But before Damian could scroll to his heart's content, a pop‑up suddenly appeared on the screen: "This post has violated regulations and has been removed."
"Mod privileges, huh!! But doing this now is a little too late."
Damian snorted twice.
Sure, the thread had been taken down—but he was certain Wallace's explosive rise officially started today.
As for the account—ban one, and he'd just have ten thousand more.
Compared to that—
"Lord Damian, we've finished redeploying our manpower," Gladion reported.
"Good. Have everyone rest up tonight. We move out tomorrow."
Damian nodded.
Time slipped by.
The next day, Damian led Caitlin and the others toward Sootopolis City.
Sootopolis City—known as "the mysterious city where history sleeps."
A thousand years ago, a gigantic Meteorite had fallen into the sea, and Sootopolis City had been built in the crater it left behind.
"Lord Damian!"
As soon as they arrived in Sootopolis, Domino came to meet them.
"Long time no see. You've worked hard, Domino."
Damian didn't hold back in the least—he pulled Domino into a hug with a smile.
Domino's face lit up with a deeply satisfied smile as she leaned into Damian's chest and took a deep breath.
Lord Damian's scent～
Caitlin's face stayed blank. Out of sight, out of mind.
"You've confirmed Team Aqua's location, right?"
Before leaving Alola, Damian had already sent Domino ahead to Hoenn.
As a top special agent, Domino was the perfect infiltrator—disguise, wardrobe changes, makeup, full‑on face‑changing—she could do it all.
Using those skills, Domino had found an opportunity to replace one of Team Aqua's elite members and infiltrate the organization.
"Yes. Archie and his two Admins are all inside Seafloor Cavern right now!"
Domino's expression turned serious as she spoke to Damian.
"If we head out now, we should get there in time to cut them off."
"Seafloor Cavern?"
Damian raised a brow. That name sounded familiar.
"That's right, Lord Damian. Archie's dream has always been expanding the seas, and to do that he's been searching for a Legendary Pokémon."
Domino lowered her voice.
"The Legendary Kyogre," Zinnia added. Of course she knew who Domino meant.
It was the reason she'd joined Team Magma to begin with—to use Team Magma and Team Aqua, to guide them to successfully awaken Kyogre and Groudon.
The super‑ancient Legendary Pokémon!
"What are you getting at?" Damian propped his chin on his hand.
"Based on all the clues Team Aqua has dug up, that Seafloor Cavern is very likely the legendary place where Kyogre lies in slumber."
Domino replied.
"And this time, Archie and the others are going there to confirm that."
"How impatient. They haven't even found the Blue Orb yet, have they?" Damian let out a soft chuckle.
"But that works out for us. Let's go enjoy the show—see if there really is a slumbering Kyogre inside that cavern."
Damian's grin widened.
If they could actually find Kyogre, that'd be perfect.
Not only could they wipe out Team Aqua's upper echelon in one go, they could grab Kyogre too!
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