Chapter 11: Light at the end of the tunnel, there's always a way out
These guys really ran faster than dogs when they caught a whiff of something good.
Cain didn't rush to open the door, leisurely eating his breakfast.
Let them knock for a while.
"Open up, we have business." Impatience arose from outside the door.
"I'm not available right now, please wait a moment."
Cain deliberately raised his voice.
After finishing breakfast, Cain sat for a while before preparing to open the door.
Cain tidied up his belongings and put his Ditto on his head.
Opening the door, Cain stepped outside and casually closed the door behind him.
"What do you want?"
Facing these three immaculately dressed "gentlemen," Cain felt nothing but disgust.
"Young man, we're staff from the orphanage. We understand that you're the only one left in your family, and you're not even ten years old. According to the regulations of the city, you must be taken care of by our orphanage. I can introduce you to the many benefits of our orphanage..."
"No need."
Cain interrupted them directly, knowing that these three would paint the orphanage as a paradise on earth. Having experienced it once, he couldn't bear to listen to another word.
The three of them faced the child and felt an invisible force, leaving them somewhat speechless.
Cain then pulled out his work permit.
"I have a job and refuse to go to the orphanage. You can leave now."
The three of them, somewhat in disbelief, said, "Please come with us to investigate the authenticity of this work permit."
"What a joke. Do you have the authority to do that? If you want to investigate, take your time. I have to go to work now. Goodbye!"
Cain angrily confronted them and walked away.
They wouldn't give up so easily.
Riding his bike alone through the streets of Ecruteak City, Cain pondered his next move.
The company listed on his work permit was just a shell company. They could easily investigate it within half a month. He couldn't let his guard down just yet.
Cain spent another day in Ecruteak City, realizing that reality was far from the rosy picture he had imagined.
It was easy to find a job, but to get a work permit, one had to be at least ten years old. Without a work permit, these small factories would employ you without fear, as they could easily make excuses if inspected. However, giving you a work permit would mean leaving evidence, and some even suspected that he was sent by the media or regulatory agencies to test them, so no one would be foolish enough to do that.
In this situation, his work permit was practically useless. The shell company would soon be investigated and punished for employing child labor, and naturally, he would lose his protection.
Another day had passed, and Cain was feeling a bit down.
He was wandering around, pushing his bicycle.
He didn't even dare to go home so early, as perhaps the people from the orphanage were waiting for him there.
Wandering aimlessly, he felt like a zombie.
"Hey, Cain."
It seemed like someone was calling him. Startled, Cain stopped in his tracks. That shouldn't be possible; he had no friends.
Another shout came from behind him.
Cain turned around, "You're not...?"
"It's me, Leo, the apprentice from the Ecruteak Gym. The day before yesterday, you gave me a hundred pokepokedollars in front of the gym!"
He was the on-duty disciple of the Ecruteak Gym.
"What's up?" Cain asked.
"Last time I took a hundred pokedollars from you but didn't get anything done for you, and it's been bothering me."
"No need."
Cain declined, not wanting to get involved with someone like that.
"Don't interrupt me so quickly; I've been thinking about you. So, when I heard some good news, I thought I'd come and let you know."
Cain couldn't believe that there could be any good news for him.
Before Cain could speak, Leo continued, "My master, Mr. Yan, is recruiting apprentices for the gym, but there are only two spots. Registration starts tomorrow, and there will be an assessment for the applicants three days later."
Upon hearing this news, Cain felt like a blessing had fallen from the sky.
The heavens hadn't forsaken him.
He had always been careful in planning his moves, and he had already visited the Ecruteak Gym before, so he wouldn't visit again. He almost missed this great opportunity.
If he became an apprentice of the gym, he would have the backing of the Ecruteak Gym, and the people from the orphanage wouldn't dare to touch him. All his problems would be solved.
Thinking of this, Cain felt refreshed and invigorated.
As for the assessment, he wasn't worried at all. He had sixty years of combat experience from his previous life. If he had Pokémon of the same level, not even Yan would necessarily be his opponent, let alone these clueless children.
Due to his excitement, Cain behaved somewhat out of character.
Cain generously treated Leo, the apprentice, to dinner. This slightly greedy person was the easiest to use. If he entered the Ecruteak Gym, he would definitely need Leo's help in many areas.
Of course, this was also the best meal he had had since his reincarnation.
Having finally settled matters with the orphanage, Cain now had to plan the cultivation of Ariados and Drapion.
In his previous life, his most successful research on Poison-type Pokémon was with Ariados and Drapion. He had conducted numerous experiments, tried countless times, and failed repeatedly, using nearly all Poison-type Pokémon as subjects.
In the end, he found that only Ariados and Drapion had the potential to be cultivated into extremely poisonous creatures. The main reason was that these two had the most Poison-type Pokémon in their genetic makeup. Of course, successful cultivation naturally required multiple generations of inheritance.
In terms of insect group inheritance:
Ariados had the largest poison sac among all Poison-type Pokémon, capable of holding a large amount of venom.
Drapion had the most venom-secreting organs among all Poison-type Pokémon, with both pincers, teeth, mouth, and tail capable of secreting venom.
Even so, Drapion and Ariados had to undergo four generations of genetic cultivation to perfect and consolidate their poison sacs, allowing them to devour the poisonous orbs refined from the poison sacs of seven Poison-type Pokémon without restraint.
These seven Poison-type Pokémon were naturally the maternal Pokémon in their genetic makeup.
For other Poison-types, they needed to progress step by step, gradually consuming and refining their poison sacs.
Among all Poison-type Pokémon, only Salazzle's poison sac could not be consumed. Its unique corrosive fire poison was unbearable for any Poison-type Pokémon, and consuming it would lead to certain death.
In his previous life, Cain was overconfident and reckless, believing that his cultivated Ariados and Drapion could dominate the Poison-types and be invincible.
As a result, he caused the death of a fully cultivated Ariados, which had consumed a Salazzle's poison sac, leading to a significant loss.
However, Cain now didn't have the time or energy to cultivate these Pokémon. Successfully cultivating one would take at least three years, during which he would have to rely on the protection of the Ecruteak Gym.
Cain already had a plan for this.
His target was Mr. Dazao, the man who saved his life in his previous life, and the owner of the breeding house in Thunder Town.
He would share some of the genetic cultivation methods with him, which would also be an intangible wealth for Dazao.
Of course, the most crucial part of his research results would definitely be kept in his own hands.
Now, Cain had to visit the black market, as there were still two Pokémon in the maternal inheritance that were not available in the city area. Therefore, he had to try his luck in the black market.
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