The Fisherman Will Never Miss

A true angler never returns empty-handed. If they can't catch a big fish, they'll catch a small one. If they can't catch a small one, they'll catch shrimp. If they can't catch shrimp, they'll pick wild vegetables. If there are no wild vegetables, they'll drink a couple of mouthfuls of water and leave. In short, they must have a harvest. -- Classic Angler's Quote

His name is Yu Hai, a wild angler. He is in the Pokémon World; transmigration was an accident.

Today is his second day of sea fishing since arriving in the Pokémon World. Laugh if you want!

To be honest, he didn't plan to hide it. He'd laid all his cards on the table, no more pretense. He'd failed to catch anything again. Sigh...

This sigh carries too much for the angler...

Fortunately, he wasn't eliminated immediately. Instead, he landed on a deserted island. He was alive, but he hadn't eaten anything for two days and was starving. He had no food and no water.

Then why was he still fishing?

Because in the Pokémon World, on a deserted island, where else could he go besides fishing?

What kind of place is the Pokémon World? What kind of place is a deserted island?

It's a place where even Caterpie can be poisonous enough to kill someone. Running around would only lead to a faster death.

Since he transmigrated here, he had been fishing with the fishing rod in his hand, a simple segmented pole. His fishing proficiency had been raised to 9.99%.

His proficiency panel was from a rather unconventional Pokémon game he played in his previous life. He was quite the veteran Pokémon player. Besides the more obscure Pokémon, he was familiar with most others.

And this Pokémon game had also transmigrated with him. Currently, only a rudimentary data panel remained, capable of displaying his fishing proficiency.

How rudimentary could it be?

The semi-transparent light screen that appeared before him was the answer.

[Yu Hai]
[Pokémon: 0]
[Proficiency: (Fishing/9.99%)]

It was so rudimentary that it ended after just three lines. He wasn't even given a Poké Ball. How was he supposed to play?

It was a total rip-off, unbelievably ridiculous, and outrageously absurd.

There wasn't even a way to top up or spend money. How was he supposed to play?

This proficiency panel's only current use was to display skill proficiency, like fishing.

He could only grind, not pay. This was quite fitting for the panel's function, though he hadn't been willing to spend money in his previous life either.

No matter how he asked, the proficiency panel showed no reaction, like a dead object that couldn't speak.

Fortunately, he was an experienced wild angler. His fishing proficiency was quickly raised to 9.99%, almost reaching 10%. He wondered if anything strange would happen after reaching 10%.

It was currently night fishing. The last time he went night fishing, he transmigrated.

Such a low-probability event could happen to him.

Would he catch a Kyogre this time during night fishing?

Damn it, this is the Pokémon World. Why does it feel like a horror movie? There's no justice.

Suddenly, the fishing rod in his hand trembled violently. The luminous float, which had been bobbing on the sea's surface, instantly sank.

"It's here," Yu Hai's heart surged with excitement. Kyogre and the like were long forgotten. The angler just wanted to reel in a fish; even Kyogre couldn't stop him now.

He poured all his remaining strength into his hands and quickly pulled the rod in the opposite direction of the fish's movement.

Whether he lived or died depended on this cast. He had no bait left. If he didn't catch something soon, he would truly starve to death.

After a thirty-second stalemate between man and fish, the fish in the sea was almost exhausted. It was time for the angler to reel it in. He yanked the rod hard, pulling the fish directly out of the sea.

Since it was night, there was only moonlight, so he couldn't see what kind of fish it was. It was alive and moving, which meant it was edible.

He quickly flung the fish on the hook onto the beach, ensuring it landed on the sand. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and exclaim excitedly, "Finally, I have food."

But the moment he relaxed, his legs went weak, and he collapsed, sitting down on a reef. Because he had exerted too much force, his entire body was drained.

Large beads of sweat constantly seeped from his forehead, and he panted heavily, having given his all.

These past two days weren't really two full days. The first day was only half a night. It was pitch black at night, and he had no flashlight. He didn't dare to run around, so he could only curl up in a crevice between the rocks and wait where he was until dawn.

When the sun came out and shone on him, his body warmed up. He then explored along the island's edge, drinking some dew along the way.

It wasn't until tonight, which was now, that he finally caught a fish. He was already parched, his lips cracked, and his stomach empty. He could barely hold on.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to pull in a small fish weighing about half a kilogram.

He wasn't weak; he was hungry.

Truly, a dragon fallen into the plains is bullied by fish. Fortunately, what he caught wasn't a ten-kilogram Magikarp, or he really wouldn't have been able to pull it in.

Under the moonlight, he could finally see what kind of fish it was, hopping on the beach and trying to jump back into the sea.

Wishiwashi. It's a Pokémon at the very bottom of the food chain, usually serving only as food.

In his previous life, it was also jokingly called the Little Z God by Pokémon players because schools of Wishiwashi could merge into a colossal creature, a school of Wishiwashi, a sea monster. This is also the survival rule of weak Pokémon.

Wishiwashi are entirely white with blue fins. They constantly open and close their small mouths, and their eyes are round. They are mainly blue and light blue, about twenty centimeters long, weighing between 300 and 500 grams.

Judging by his estimate, this fish was definitely more than 300 grams. What about the angler's reputation? Not being able to pull in a 500-gram fish, who would believe that?

After resting for a moment, he prepared to get up and stop the Wishiwashi from jumping back into the sea. He couldn't let the Wishiwashi escape, or he'd starve to death.

Slap, slap, slap--

But before he could make a move, he heard a slapping sound, and the Wishiwashi was swatted back onto the beach.

The reason he was certain he had transmigrated to the Pokémon World was the little guy using its tail to slap the Wishiwashi – a Poliwag.

As for where he transmigrated to?

He didn't know. It was nothing but sea as far as the eye could see. He had walked along the edge of the small island before, only to end up back where he started.

He hadn't found any buildings like a dock on the island. That's when he realized he was on a deserted island, with a lush primeval forest at its center.

Staring at the primeval forest in the center of the island, from which roars could occasionally be heard, he felt a sense of refusal.

Don't be fooled by how cute the Pokémon were in the anime; that was just the production team wanting to convey their beauty.

He wouldn't be naive enough to think all Pokémon were harmless and cuddly. In reality, even being stung by a regular bee could kill someone, let alone a magnified Beedrill.

Therefore, he couldn't go into the forest, nor could he go into the sea. He couldn't even defeat a fifty-centimeter Kingler that came ashore.

In the end, the fisherman could only fish. Magikarp were a bit easier to bully.

Time returned to this evening. While he was focused on leveling up his fishing skill, a Poliwag had squatted down by his feet at some point, and he hadn't even noticed this uninvited guest.

At that moment, he was terrified, afraid the Poliwag would jump at him and give him a flurry of slaps that would knock him unconscious.

Honestly, he was really scared then and didn't dare to move.

But after waiting for a long time, he wasn't attacked by the Poliwag, nor did it make any other move. It just quietly stared at him.

Only then did he relax and curiously examine the intruding Poliwag.

This was the first time he had seen a Poliwag since arriving in this Pokémon World, such a cute Pokémon.

Most of the Poliwag's body was covered in blue skin. Its slippery skin was thin and wet, and there was a black, swirling pattern on its abdomen.

It had no hands, only what looked like very weak feet. Its tail was a rounded, feather-like shape, and it had a pair of large eyes on its head, with black pupils and white irises. Below its eyes was a small mouth with pink lips.

Through careful observation, he realized this Poliwag wasn't in good spirits. It seemed listless and weak, unable to even walk steadily, and it was quite thin, likely from hunger.

Realizing this, he then noticed that the Poliwag wasn't looking at him, but at the bait in his hand.

It wasn't just the fishing rod that had come with him; the bait had too.

His bait was made from cornmeal mixed with dried earthworms and some spices to flavor it and attract fish.

The aroma was indescribable. If he hadn't known clearly that what he held was bait, he, starving, would have almost eaten it himself.

It was simply too fragrant, which was the reason it attracted the Poliwag that had been hungry for days.

So, bait = Poliwag trap?

Thus, out of kindness, he gave the Poliwag some bait.

It turned out that gluttons are everywhere, especially when they're starving.

The Poliwag ate his entire remaining supply in one bite. He had been emptied by the Poliwag.

If he hadn't retracted his hand quickly, his fingers might have been bitten off by this sixty-centimeter-tall little tadpole.

Sixty centimeters was the official height. This Poliwag was very thin and somewhat underdeveloped, so it was probably not sixty centimeters.

After eating a large clump of bait, the Poliwag was licking its lips, savoring the delicious bait, clearly still not full.

"Yo, yo," the Poliwag sniffed with its little nose, its large, black eyes looking pitiful and watery. It continued to stare at the remaining bait in Yu Hai's hand, squatting by Yu Hai's feet, waiting to be fed.

No wonder zoos in his past life put up "Do Not Feed" signs. Feeding carried risks.

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Let me explain the world-building issue here, as people are always bringing it up.

The world-building in this book leans towards the anime. This is written for the readers.

The protagonist's guess about the world-building is based on watching the anime, the Special, and playing the games; he's a seasoned Pokémon enthusiast.

The protagonist is an adult who has arrived in the real world of Pokémon, so naturally, he will have many guesses, fantasies, and deductions... But regardless of which world-building it is, the protagonist has an adult mindset, an adult mindset, an adult mindset... Important things are said three times