Novel Full Chapter 867: Chapter 1084: Too Modest
Chapter 867: Chapter 1084: Too Modest
At this moment, inside Conference Room No. 1, the Grand Elder, along with the other five Elders, several Champions, and the heads of various departments, were all present.
"What are your thoughts on the Primal Secret Realm in Anglia?"
James, the Grand Elder, spoke first, cutting straight to the main agenda of the meeting.
With Primal Secret Realms appearing one after another in Celestria, Volkaria, and now Anglia, this was not good news for Drakoria.
Drakoria could rely on its Primal Secret Realm to grow stronger—but so could they. What if one of them stumbled upon some heaven-defying opportunity inside and pulled off an unexpected overtake?
Of course, that probability was extremely small. Unless they also managed to gain the recognition of two First-class Legendaries. Otherwise, simply having more Champions than Drakoria would still be useless.
As long as Julian remained, Drakoria stood in an invincible position.
"Celestria's exploration is already a lesson for them. Anglia only has two Champions—if even one dies inside, it's a loss they simply can't bear."
"I think even if they want to explore, they probably won't dare to send their Champions in," the Third Elder said calmly.
Only those who had actually set foot inside a Primal Secret Realm truly understood just how terrifying the Pokémon inside were.
Other nations didn't have Julian. Drakoria did—Julian had scouted ahead, mapped the dangers, and ensured the safety of everyone who followed.
And without that advantage, any nation entering a Primal Secret Realm faced a brutal choice: send in your strongest Champion and still risk annihilation, or send weaker forces and almost guarantee it.
And if a Champion died in there? Then your attempt to grow stronger had just set you back instead.
Celestria dared to send a Champion on their first expedition because their Champion count was second only to Drakoria—they had the cushion.
But Anglia did not. They only had two Champions. One wrong step, one stroke of bad luck, and they'd lose half their Champion-level deterrents—and probably everyone else who went in with them.
Such a loss was something Anglia simply could not afford.
So they were now extremely conflicted.
Although a Primal Secret Realm appearing within their borders was absolutely a great opportunity, should they really send a Champion in to explore?
With only two Champions in the nation, the margin for error was far too thin.
"Anglia actually isn't really a concern—they're famously timid. They wouldn't dare send their Champions in."
"But Volkaria, though. They only have three Champions, yet this time they sent in two, plus thirty peak Pseudo-Champions."
"They're practically a bunch of lunatics."
At this point, the Fifth Elder took a deep breath. "Aren't they afraid of bringing about their own nation's collapse?"
What defined them as a Fighting Nation? It was daring to fight anything and everything. Rush in headfirst, consequences be damned, and die if you must.
Volkaria's all-or-nothing gamble was practically wagering their nation's fate. Lose, and they would lose everything. Win, and even then the benefits were uncertain.
A move where the risks far outweighed the rewards. In the Fifth Elder's eyes, this was the act of a madman—reckless, unhinged.
"Only by staking everything can one gain greater power. If it were me, I'd go in too," John said calmly.
He was a Trainer; his thinking was different from that of politicians.
If there was a ten percent chance of becoming a Champion and a ninety percent chance of death, most peak Pseudo-Champions would still take that ten percent.
They were one step from the summit. A step some would never take in their entire lives. Better to stake it all than live with that regret.
A true trainer should soar like an eagle against the sky. Even when age catches up, the fire inside never truly cools.
To stand where few have stood, to look down upon the peaks—that was what made a life worth living.
So where the Fifth Elder saw insanity, John and the other Champions saw something they understood.
Volkaria caught a glimpse of surpassing Celestria, of finally landing that decisive blow. If they hesitated now, clinging to what they had—they might as well be dead.
"They're counting on us, aren't they? Even if they fail, with us around, their situation won't deteriorate too badly," the Fourth Elder said calmly.
Drakoria and Volkaria were neighboring nations and had been allies for over a century. The foundation of their relationship was strong. Even if there were occasional frictions, they were minor.
On major issues and overall direction, there would be no real conflict.
Even after Drakoria rose and suppressed Celestria, it still treated this ally generously—helping whenever possible.
They had even agreed to let Volkaria's trainers enter the Primal Secret Realm.
Only now that their own country had a Primal Secret Realm, they naturally wouldn't come to Drakoria anymore—after all, Drakoria would definitely let them enter only after it had taken the best resources first.
"That Emperor of theirs truly plays his cards well," the Sixth Elder remarked approvingly.
And in fact, this was exactly what Volkaria had in mind.
If the two Champions and the peak Pseudo-Champions they sent in gained nothing—worse, if they were wiped out and Volkaria's strength plummeted—then they would simply fully align with Drakoria.
Not just allies anymore—they would directly become a subordinate state, depending entirely on Drakoria's protection, whether Drakoria liked it or not.
The move seemed reckless, but they'd already planned their retreat.
"How long has Julian been inside?" James asked.
"Eight months," John replied. "He should be coming out soon."
Last time Julian explored the Obsidian Fieldlands, it took him nearly nine months. This time he was exploring another region, so the duration should be similar.
"I wonder what Champion Walker will gain this time. Perhaps another Champion-level Pokémon?" a senior official chuckled.
The moment Julian was mentioned, the faint tension in the room dissolved.
Because they knew—as long as Julian was around, no matter how the other nations developed, Drakoria's supremacy was absolute.
"If that really happens, Champion Walker will have six Champion-level Pokémon. That ties him with Champion Duke."
"Hah, how is that old man qualified to be compared with my dear grandson? My grandson's Metagross alone could thrash all six of his Pokémon."
"That old goat is nothing special now, just an ordinary old fellow."
John curled his lips.
Duke wasn't present in the meeting room; otherwise, even though those words were true, he definitely would have fiercely retorted.
The others smiled and said nothing. Everyone knew John's favorite hobby was boasting about his grandson. In the past it had only been bragging—but now, somehow, the bragging had actually come true.
He used to say, "My grandson has the makings of a Champion."
And now his grandson wasn't just a Champion—he had two First-class Legendaries in his roster.
John felt that his past bragging had actually been far too modest.
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