Magearna was a dual-type Steel/Fairy Mythical Pokémon. Ever since Julian reactivated it, it had lost its previous memories and started a completely new life. Due to its special identity, Julian had never exposed it to the public eye. The only ones who knew about its existence were the people in his household. But today, Julian planned to let Magearna appear in front of the public. First, he no longer had any need to hide it. Second, Magearna would eventually be discovered by others, so it was better to reveal it on his own terms—just like with Celebi. However, compared to Celebi’s calmness when it was revealed, Magearna walking down the campus road of Imperial University was clearly panicking. Its left hand clutched Julian’s clothes tightly, head lowered, not daring to look ahead. Even without looking up, it could feel the curious, surprised, and intrigued gazes of the people around them. After all, the students here were all top academics. Of course they recognized that the shy little Pokémon following behind Julian was a newly discovered species. So they immediately started taking photos and sharing them on social media—going through the entire process. "Senior Julian, what’s this Pokémon called?" a particularly bold student shouted. Finally, someone asked the question. "Magearna, Steel and Fairy type—and it's a Mythical Pokémon." Julian stopped walking and casually explained. The moment they heard it was a Mythical, the students around widened their eyes in shock. They initially thought it was just an undiscovered new species, but it turned out to be a Mythical Pokémon, and not just an ordinary one. Then they looked at the Celebi lying lazily on Julian’s head. And he also had Moltres and Melmetal. 'Damn, Mythicals and Legendaries have become so common now?' "Magearna, say hello to everyone," Julian encouraged. With Julian’s encouragement, Magearna hesitated for a moment, then timidly raised its head and greeted the surrounding students in a low voice—before immediately lowering its head again. Its voice was so soft that probably only Julian could hear it. But that was fine. For the socially anxious Magearna, this was already a huge step forward. One step at a time—there was no need to rush. An hour later, Julian, Slowking, and Magearna returned to the villa with groceries. At the same time, news about Julian and the new Mythical Pokémon, Magearna, shot to the top of trending searches. Magearna’s cute appearance had already won over many fans. Slowking carried the groceries for the evening meal into the kitchen, and Magearna, its little apprentice, immediately followed to help its sensei. Kartana also went in—serving as Slowking’s exclusive vegetable-chopping assistant. "There are a few professors in the research institute who want to study Magearna," Nicole said casually when she saw Julian return. Since they knew her relationship with Julian, they naturally asked her to pass along the message. For a Pokémon scholar, the temptation of an undiscovered Mythical Pokémon was simply enormous. "Just tell them I refuse. You can share some relevant research data with them, though," Julian said. Julian naturally wouldn't hand Magearna over to them for study. Nicole nodded. She had already expected that would be his answer. Even she herself wanted to study Magearna, and even after Julian agreed, it was difficult for her to get close to Magearna because of its socially anxious personality. This had always frustrated Nicole. Slowking cooked quickly, and within half an hour, the dishes started coming out one by one. Julian and Celebi obediently went to wash their hands. Slowking looked at Nicole: "Aren’t you going to wash your hands?" Though she couldn’t understand what Slowking said, Nicole could guess the meaning from Julian and Celebi’s actions. "I already washed them." Slowking nodded. At least she was a proactive good child—unlike Julian and Celebi, who often needed Slowking to remind them before they finally went to wash up. Meanwhile, at Laboratory No.1 of Imperial University's Research Academy—the most important lab in the entire institute, bar none—Professor Charles, a recipient of the Arceus Award, was in charge. Now in his nineties, Professor Charles was intently focused on an experiment he had conducted over 30,000 times spanning more than thirty years. Though it failed every time, through continuous research by him and his team, the data was gradually stabilizing. As the data finally broke through the 99% threshold, Professor Charles and his team instinctively held their breath. The next second, it finally reached 100%. Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 A certain researcher's lips trembled slightly as he kept wiping his eyes, as if unable to believe what he was seeing. Many around him had similar reactions. "We succeeded…" a second person murmured in awe. Soon more and more people began shouting it, many of them embracing each other in excitement. "Teacher, we did it! We really did it!" Professor Charles's student hugged him, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Though Professor Charles tried to remain calm, his slightly trembling hands betrayed the emotions in his heart. A few minutes later, everyone’s emotions gradually began to settle down. "Unfortunately, the Arceus Award can't be won by the same individual twice—otherwise, this achievement would definitely earn Teacher another Arceus Award." Professor Charles’s senior disciple stared excitedly at the pale blue liquid about three meters away. "I’m old now. Fame and titles no longer matter to me. When the time comes to publish the results, Nathan, I want your name to appear alongside mine on the paper." "This is all I can do for you as your teacher." Hearing this, Nathan quickly shook his head. "Teacher, how can I accept that? This experiment’s success is largely thanks to you—I can’t take credit that belongs to you." "Nonsense. Several key technical breakthroughs were all made by you. I may be old, but I’m not blind." Professor Charles shook his head. Of course, he had contributed a great deal to the experiment’s success, but his senior disciple’s contributions were no less significant—in some areas, even greater than his own. This thought filled him with deep pride. As for the rest of the research team, while they had also contributed, their roles were far less central than his senior disciple’s. Otherwise, when he said that only he and Nathan would co-author the paper, someone would have spoken up in protest if they had truly deserved equal credit. And given his character, Professor Charles would never have claimed undue credit for himself. "This experiment took me more than thirty years. Now that we’ve succeeded, Nathan, I’m handing the lab over to you. I plan to take a good long rest and go teach at the academy." Finally resolving the burden that had weighed on his heart for over three decades was an immense relief—a joyous event for Professor Charles, who was nearing one hundred years old. He had no desire to dive back into research—to potentially become so consumed that he’d never emerge, leaving this world with unfinished business. That truly would be a regret too heavy to carry into the next life. Upto 30 chapters ahead on :-