Pokemon: An Unexpected Journey

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Austin's eyes snapped open as he suddenly sat up. He found himself in an office that was the definition of simplicity.

No grand designs, no paintings—nothing that added any flair or distraction. It was exactly what it needed to be: a plain space where Austin could focus on his work in peace.

"Looks like you're awake," a voice said, as a cup of coffee was placed in front of Austin.

"Thank you, Alfred," Austin responded, turning to his butler. Alfred was a man of a certain age, with silver hair that hinted at his experience and wisdom. Despite his advanced years, he moved with an efficiency and grace that belied his age, his eyes always observing, missing nothing.

"How long was I out?" Austin asked, taking a sip of the coffee.

"Twenty minutes. You really need to get some sleep, Master Austin," Alfred replied, concern lacing his tone.

Austin merely continued to drink his coffee in silence. His butler's comment led to a discussion about Austin's new sleep schedule, based on the Uberman sleep cycle. This unconventional sleep pattern involved taking short naps throughout the day instead of sleeping for one long stretch at night.

The primary advantage for Austin was that it eliminated his dreams—or more accurately, his nightmares—allowing him to fall asleep quickly and wake up without the dread of his subconscious.

Moreover, this sleep cycle was a necessity given Austin's current workload. Since gaining influence over the board of directors of Silph Co., Austin had managed to network extensively, reaching out to their contacts, and then to those contacts' contacts. Through this web of connections, he had exposed many of Kanto's actual criminals. However, the idea of bringing these high-profile individuals to justice was more a hopeful wish than a realistic expectation.

The real criminals, as it turned out, were often from the upper echelons of Kanto society. It was a bitter reminder of the saying, "the richest fruit is the most rotten."

Austin was well aware that simply exposing the corrupt elite of Kanto wouldn't instantly fix everything. These people had the means and resources to dodge the law effortlessly. So, Austin decided to force their hand, much like he did with the board of directors at Silph Co. But how? The answer was simple: he stripped them of their identities.

With a straightforward command, Porygon, Austin's trusty digital ally, infiltrated their accounts. These weren't just any accounts; they were the kind stashed away in offshore banks, hidden trusts, shell corporations, and other financial havens commonly used by the wealthy to conceal their wealth, especially those engaging in illicit activities.

Depending on the severity of their crimes, Austin had a plan. For those involved in heinous acts like human trafficking or exploiting orphans, he ensured they were bankrupted and handed over to international law enforcement. But for those whose crimes were, in his eyes, less vile—like real estate scams, money laundering, and bribery—he took over their businesses. The former heads of these companies found themselves exiled to remote islands Austin had purchased, left to ponder their choices in isolation.

When Austin acquired a company, he initiated reforms to pivot its operations toward legality. For example, a business previously dealing in the illegal trade of Slowpoke tails was transformed into a biotech firm working on lab-grown alternatives. This innovation was not immediate; it would take years to perfect. In the meantime, Austin made the process more humane: Slowpokes were to be legally captured, sedated, and then, under professional care, have their tails harvested before being safely released back into the wild. It was a compromise, still a crime in essence but significantly less cruel than the previous regime.