Chapter 76: Who Says a Confectioner Cannot Become an Emperor!

“Goodbye, Uncle Liu, I have to catch my flight.”
Zhu Suihan stood atop Lapras, waving his hand. Although he had separated from the group to wander on his own, returning to the academy would still be a joint affair.
“If you plan to travel around in the future, I suggest your next companion be of the Flying-type.”
Uncle Liu stood between two Lapras. “We're using transport planes because most students haven't ridden a Flying Pokémon before, but you're an exception.”
Zhu Suihan had already experienced it, and he showed no reaction whatsoever—he simply didn’t have a fear of heights.
If someone had handed him a parachute back then, he might have leaped off a Skarmory just for fun.
“I’ll consider it. Ultimately, it depends on fate.”
Lapras whimpered, bidding farewell to its parents. After being told to obey the trainer and not eat too much, it revved up and sped off with Zhu Suihan.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be stingy with your food.” Zhu Suihan stroked Lapras’s long neck. “Even when dieting, you need to eat your fill to have the energy to lose weight, right?”
Lapras: ?
Was there something wrong with that logic?
But it didn’t matter; to think clearly about anything, one had to be well fed!
“Milu!”
The little Milcery began sculpting a cream model atop Lapras’s head, finally molding two rectangular blocks of cream, each etched with the likenesses of Lapras and Zhu Suihan.
“They look just like mahjong tiles.”
“Milu!”
Your energy cubes are strange too!
“Well… admittedly, mine are pretty peculiar.”
Zhu Suihan felt a mix of emotions. Spheres and cubes were already at the limit of what he could accept for energy cubes.
According to Uncle Liu, if someone ever created energy cubes in other shapes, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what that would look like.
Picture this: in Viridian Forest or the Safari Zone, trainers from all over the world gather around a campfire, pulling out energy cubes of various shapes from their backpacks.
Anyone unaware might think it was a meet-up for Tetris enthusiasts.
“After we return, I’ll make a Poké Ball for you.”
Zhu Suihan pinched Milcery’s cheek. “When the time comes, don’t get too close to the furnace, understand?”
“Milu~”
No worries! Big Sis will protect me!
“Woo!”
Exactly!
Lapras turned to glance at Zhu Suihan. “Woo?”
“Thinking about a Flying-type for my third companion, but I haven’t decided yet.”
Flying-types rarely caught his eye, and the ones that did weren’t easily captured.
For example, the Three Legendary Birds, Ho-oh, and Rayquaza.
The photographer’s taste had risen to become a “world observer,” so after the new generations, they didn’t get much screen time.
Yet somehow, the role of world observer carried a strange sense of being “Arceus’s imperial guard.”
Eventually, every region’s legendary and mythical Pokémon would take the stage, schedules packed, and only the world’s wounded environments would be left behind.
Arriving at the camp across the shore, Zhu Suihan observed his classmates—most looked tired and listless.
Clearly, more training was needed. Should he discuss adding extra PE classes with the dean?
The more PE classes, the more opportunities Zhu Suihan had to cause a stir, since he held a teacher’s “get-out-of-jail-free” card.
This time, the crew kept things simple, and the plane landed smoothly behind the administrative building.
Aside from staff tallying data with the teachers, students were dismissed immediately—the school must know they couldn’t stomach the leadership’s speeches.
It was also possible the dean was simply lazy, streamlining those time-consuming, pointless protocols.
“I really like the dean’s style; after all, I can’t stand leadership speeches myself.”
Meetings and speeches—the leaders sit high on the stage, their desks spotless and imposing, gazing down at the crowded masses waiting for them to speak.
For those obsessed with status, it’s the ultimate experience, so the nonsense never ends.

But the people below don’t see it that way; the more irritable ones could’ve already picked out three or five ideal sniper spots.
Thanks, I’ve already handed this job over to Zoroark.
For making a Poké Ball for Alcremie, the first choice was naturally the Pink Apricorn, layered with various materials—a sort of advanced version of energy cubes.
“Did you know, in a faraway place, there’s a restaurant run jointly by humans and Pokémon?”
Zhu Suihan tended the fire, adding ingredients as he spoke.
“The dishes at that restaurant are unique, all intertwined with Pokémon.
For instance: Florges’s herbal tea, Ninetales’s caramel-roasted sundae, Snorlax’s ultimate hamburger steak rice, and more.”
“Woo?”
Is there one for me?
“I don’t remember. If you want, I can handcraft a Lapras’s Seven-Colored Deep-Sea Ice.”
Layering seven flavors of sorbet made from different berry jams, topped with a chocolate carved to resemble Lapras’s shell, and threading the straw through the shell’s hole.
“Milu?”
“There is one for you—a variety called Alcremie’s Flower Cupcake, owing to the many forms of your evolved appearance.”
Lapras and Milcery’s eyes sparkled, asking Zhu Suihan where the restaurant was.
“Uh, I don’t remember where it is—it might have something to do with my memories.”
It wasn’t a real restaurant, but a game called ‘Pokémon Café Mix.’ Where was Zhu Suihan supposed to find it?
The world is vast—excuses are easy to make.
Lapras and Milcery exchanged a regretful glance, then urged Zhu Suihan to try recreating those dishes from memory.
“I can only promise to do my best.”
Zhu Suihan smiled at Milcery. “What I wanted to say through this story is that desserts can hold infinite possibilities.”
“Don’t worry about base stats, or envy those Pokémon born powerful.”
“You are my little Milcery, and you will be the most wonderful Milcery in the world.”
“This is the story your Poké Ball carries, and the hope Lapras and I hold for you—looking forward to your becoming the brightest, most colorful Alcremie in the world.”
Zhu Suihan opened the device, pulling out a Poké Ball glowing pale pink, shimmering with endless hues under the light.
[Research Points: 185]
“Ball type name: Prism Ball.”
[Successfully entered]
“Milu, Milu!”
Milcery hugged her Poké Ball excitedly, thick cream streaming from her eyes and then merging into the base of her body.
Yes, I will become the best Milcery—and the best Alcremie!
The future is in my hands, Trainer!
“By the way, a gentle reminder—I’m not dead yet, and likely very hard to kill.”
Zhu Suihan placed a finger atop the Prism Ball, Lapras pressing a flipper underneath.
“The future is ours to create together.”
“Milu!”
Milcery cheered, knocking her head against the Prism Ball. Light flashed, and she entered the ball, which instantly stopped shaking.
“Is this a critical capture?”
Zhu Suihan tossed the Prism Ball skyward. “Come out, Milcery!”
“Milu!”
Milcery spun through the air, then landed on Lapras’s head.
The trainer’s head had become a bit dull these past days—time to try the flavor of Big Sister’s head instead!
“Oh right, I almost forgot something.”
Zhu Suihan clapped his palm. “Milcery, do you want to get stronger?”
“Milu?”
Milcery was puzzled; as for offensive moves, she only knew Tackle.
“I had a bit of inspiration, and after Uncle Liu told me about Professor Oak’s absurd Dragonite, I realized what I was missing.”

The ultimate Dragon Dance, paired with fighting techniques—Professor Oak was lucky to have switched careers; otherwise, he would’ve reigned over the League for decades and achieved invincibility.
Zhu Suihan said, “That’s pure physical confrontation, akin to the status of certain canine martial artists among humans.”
The Cerulean Gym Leader, Chuck, seemed to always sport a big belly in every version, but he could still spar with Machamp.
His belly wasn’t because he followed sumo—he simply loved sweets.
And as for Mustard, that’s another story altogether.
Lapras, as the eldest sister, began teaching Milcery some team basics.
For example, when practicing moves, or when a breakthrough was achieved, the trainer could be attacked.
Yes, the trainer could be attacked.
If Milcery could knock Zhu Suihan back a few steps, it counted as success!
“Milu?”
Milcery pointed to herself, then poked her little belly in front of Lapras and Zhu Suihan.
With this body, could she engage in pure physical combat with Pokémon?
“Think bigger—I never asked you to go punch-for-punch with bodybuilders.”
Zhu Suihan smiled. “Now, for the second story.”
“Woo!”
“Milu!”
Why hadn’t they noticed before—the trainer was such a storyteller!
“In a distant land, there’s a region surrounded by the sea.”
“In that region, a legend circulates: the One Piece, the great treasure that drove countless people mad and ushered in an era of pirates.”
“And within that region is a mysterious power known as Devil Fruits.”
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After a hearty dose of pirate-themed inspiration, Milcery felt enlightened.
She understood!
From now on, she would be the Cream Devil Fruit—Mythical Type—Milcery Form user!
Tackle, tackle—the move’s application could be changed.
Milcery, brimming with inspiration, shot a round blob of cream from her hand, aiming straight at Zhu Suihan’s face.
Tackle!
Smack.
Zhu Suihan caught it with his hand, then licked it.
“Hmm, tastes good.”
“Strengthen it from this base, and later you can try merging Fairy-type energy.”
If cream was the Devil Fruit’s power, then attribute energy would be like Armament Haki, turning the cream shots into ‘hardened bullets.’
For now, Milcery couldn’t fight in close quarters, but she could join Lapras as a formidable long-range artillery.
The white-furred monkey was enough for melee.
While top-tier marksmen were rare, it didn’t matter—Milcery might lack innate talent, but she could be trained with plenty of ‘bullets.’
Once she mastered Misty Terrain, perhaps she could condense cream into a ‘sandstorm’ within the field, turning Misty Terrain into an offensive zone.
“Milu!”
Who says desserts can’t be emperors!
Even if burdened by the gaze of all, called weak by others, I, Milcery, can still be invincible in this world!
Inspired by Zhu Suihan, Milcery brimmed with confidence—soon she would help her trainer and Big Sister in battle!
“Milu!”
Make the trainer the king of desserts, the emperor of sweets!
Zhu Suihan: ?