"What are you doing?"
st jumped in surprise when soone tapped his shoulder from behind. Turning around, he saw:
"Nate."
Erza, still on Nate’s back, looked perplexed.
"What’s going on here?"
"Punishnt ga," Nate muttered, narrowing his eyes at st’s Magic Net interface. It was clear st was having a private chat with the current Council Chairman.
"Are you reporting on your mission?" Nate asked.
"Of course. My assignnt here is to investigate [Celestial Pokémon]," st replied, nodding matter-of-factly.
"The ga’s been live for a few days now. I’ve already leveled one of my Pokémon to max, so I’m reporting the findings to my superiors."
Erza, thoroughly confused, blinked.
"Wait, hold on. What do you an by ‘mission’?"
"I’m a Council spy," st replied without hesitation.
The words hung in the air for a mont.
Nate sighed. "Did you forget what the term ‘spy’ ans? It implies discretion."
Realizing what he’d just blurted out, st scratched his head awkwardly. "I guess it doesn’t matter now that my cover’s blown."
Erza, still processing, stared at st, her mind racing. "Spy?!"
Her vague mories of him began to resurface.
Nate, still carrying her, added, "So you’re evaluating max-level Pokémon’s destructive capabilities?"
"Exactly," st confird. "The Council is worried about the potential societal impact if Pokémon beco widespread and unchecked."
He succinctly explained his work over the past few days.
Nate listened intently before asking, "And what’s the Council planning to do about it?"
"I’m just a small fry in the intelligence departnt. There’s no way I’d know that…" st shook his head. "Anything major will need to go through the full Council debate."
Maybe I should check in with the forr Chairman, Nate thought to himself.
Clapping st on the shoulder, Nate smirked. "Good luck with that. We’ve got a ga to finish."
With that, he carried Erza back toward the guild, continuing the final leg of their lap around the building.
Erza tapped Nate’s shoulder, her curiosity unabated. "Is st really a spy?"
"More like a guy with a few screws loose," Nate chuckled, figuring there was no harm in telling her. "It’s a long story, but basically, his obsession with mory magic ended up confusing even himself."
"How so?"
"He used to be part of our guild," Nate began, explaining as they jogged along. "To protect Fairy Tail, he erased his own mories and infiltrated the Council as a mole. That was years ago."
"Every year, he secretly ets with Master Makarov to relay information. Afterward, he wipes his mory again to continue his mission. But after a few rounds of this… well, now he can’t keep his mories straight."
Erza’s eyes widened as she murmured, "Was all of that really necessary?"
"Not really," Nate said with a grin. "But don’t worry, Master’s going to have a chat with him."
Finishing their lap, the two reentered the guild to resu the King’s Ga.
…
Evening
By the ti the banquet ended, night had fallen.
Having spent the entire afternoon playing the King’s Ga with the girls, Nate was relieved it had taken place in the public setting of the guild hall. The punishnts—like kisses on the cheek or brief hugs—had been mild.
If it had been a private gathering… Nate shuddered at the thought.
Still, the ga had helped the girls bond… or so he hoped.
Later, back at his apartnt, Nate indulged in a hot shower. As the warm water cascaded over him, he leaned back and let out a contented sigh.
Closing his eyes, he separated his consciousness and entered the ga space.
…
[Seaside Arena]
Nate materialized within the ga space.
Though it was night in reality, the ga maintained perpetual daylight. A gentle sea breeze carried the crisp scent of the ocean, waves lapped against the golden coastline, and the vibrant scenery unfolded like a painting.
On the beach, a parasol cast shade over a reclining chair. Underneath, Irene lounged in a daring black bikini, sunglasses perched stylishly on her face.
"Impressive that you’ve stayed on a single map for so long," Nate remarked as he walked toward her.
He had seen the swimsuit photo she sent before, but seeing her in person left him involuntarily giving her another glance.
What a figure!
The bikini emphasized her curvaceous, well-toned body perfectly.
"Sigma-sama!" Irene straightened up, removing her sunglasses, a flash of surprise in her eyes.
The Magic Net-sama, known as Sigma Male, was no stranger to her—photos of him flooded the forums.
"How have you managed to remain on a single ga map for such a long ti?" Nate couldn’t help but ask.
This has to be a bug, he thought.
"Simple," Irene said with a sly smile, gracefully standing up and extending her white arm. A magic staff materialized in her grasp, its tip glowing faintly.
She pointed the staff toward the ocean.
Suddenly, the sea parted, and a sphere of water rose from its depths, suspended mid-air.
Within the water sphere, Nate saw a bound and unconscious female mage.
"Simple," Irene repeated, her voice carrying a playful lilt. "Put your opponent into a coma, and before the system registers them as defeated, seal them using magic."
Nate was montarily speechless.
Players truly are creative when it cos to exploiting bugs.
"I didn’t expect this level of ingenuity," he admitted. "But don’t do it again."
He crossed his arms, his tone firm. "Keeping soone trapped like this could have negative effects on their physical body."
Irene’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Apologies, Sigma-sama. Please punish ~"
She turned around, raising her hips playfully with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Be gentle, though!"
Nate’s expression twitched. You think I won’t?
With an internal sigh, he raised his hand and delivered a sharp smack.
SMACK.
The sound echoed crisply, and Irene gasped softly, her wide eyes betraying her surprise.
"He really hit ?!" she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Nate ignored her reaction, his voice calm but stern. "This better not happen again."
With a snap of his fingers, the entire scene shifted. Both Irene and her unfortunate captive were imdiately ejected from the ga space.
…
A Void Beyond Space
Irene blinked, finding herself in a vast, infinite void. Darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, devoid of up or down.
The only point of focus was Nate, standing before her.
"Now I’ll teach you how to create maps," he said, clapping his hands. "No more mischief in the [Magic Arena]."
With the Arc of Embodint, Nate conjured a 100-ter-square cubic space.
Within monts, terrain ford beneath their feet. Grass and trees sprouted, a small wooden cottage appeared, and plots of farmland erged in front of it.
Irene watched the process with unblinking fascination, her lips curving into a faint smile.
"Sigma-sama, this looks like a child’s doodle," she teased. "It’s such a shabby farm."
"This is your farm," Nate replied, unfazed. "You can improve it however you like."
He extended his hand toward her. "Take my hand, and I’ll grant you control of this space."
Without hesitation, Irene placed her hand in his.
A surge of unfamiliar power flowed into her, filling her mind with the knowledge and authority to control the farm entirely.
Irene’s eyes lit up like a child receiving her first toy. Floating above the farm, she began modifying everything to her heart’s content.
"This is the power of a god? How fascinating!"
Watching her from outside the farm, Nate allowed himself a mont of quiet observation.
If Erza grows up to look like this…
"Alright, you have full permission. Make good use of it," he said, snapping himself out of his thoughts.
"Oh, and you can keep your Pokémon here too."
"One more thing—crops you plant in the fields can have customized growth tis."
He turned to leave, his voice echoing in the void. "In this place, you’re a God."
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