Prologue

"Do you like Pokémon?"

An ancient voice drifted over. The boy lying on the bed heard a voice coming from somewhere unknown and felt slightly puzzled, though a trace of surprise appeared on his otherwise expressionless face.

"...I do." Anyone who knew about the Pokémon world probably wouldn't dislike those cute or cool creatures, right?

"If you could travel to a world where Pokémon existed, would you be willing?"

"...I'd be very willing."

After the boy finished speaking, the ancient voice vanished. He seemed a little disappointed and climbed out of bed to search for the source of the voice, only to feel a wave of dizziness before he could even open the door.

Before his consciousness completely faded, the corners of his lips curled upward, as though he knew what was about to happen to him.

In the little time he had left, he looked back on his life.

The boy's name was Yan Yang, and he was twenty years old. This should have been the age when he entered society, spread his wings, and soared high, yet there was not a trace of youthful vigor on him—only dejection.

His life had been full of misfortune. His parents had died when he was three, and he had lived with his second uncle ever since, spending his childhood amid complaints and beatings.

He had few friends. Someone as gloomy as him every day naturally wouldn't have many friends. Silence and isolation had long been his companions. After graduating middle school, he dropped out and began working, entering society early.

After being betrayed by his only friend and suffering the cruelty of reality, he fell into depression. He shut himself in his rented room and spent several muddleheaded days there. No one worried whether something had happened to him, though he no longer needed anyone's concern.

In that room, barely larger than a school dormitory, a large four-legged beast plush stood out especially. It was nearly as large as a person, but Yan Yang did not mind it taking up space at all, because it held great meaning for him.

Whenever he couldn't sleep, he could fall asleep by hugging the big fellow.

Whenever he felt like he could no longer hold on, all he had to do was look into its dignified yet gentle eyes to find the motivation to keep going. It was his spiritual support.

People who had lost hope in life would always find something to comfort their souls.

Pokémon had been an IP he loved since childhood. When his second uncle's son watched the anime, he would secretly watch along with him. He truly longed for such a warm and happy world; it was hard not to be moved by the world depicted in the anime.

After learning the general worldview of Pokémon, Yan Yang did not like cute Pokémon as much as others did. His favorites were those mysterious and unfathomable Legendary Pokémon.

Perhaps it was related to his state of mind and circumstances. Because he felt weak, he probably yearned even more deeply for the strong.

Everything came down to first impressions. Among countless Pokémon, there would always be some that perfectly touched your heart and made you fall in love with them.

When he saw a certain Pokémon in a movie, he knew it would definitely become his favorite. The plot of that movie deepened his impression of it even further.

Even though it had not truly been him at the time, but merely an illusion, that did not matter.

After all, it had borrowed his appearance, and Yan Yang believed the real him was the same.

So he saved up money for a while. Most of what he earned from working had to be handed over, and he did not have much extra spending money, but that did not stop him from buying a replica plush without hesitation.

No one knew how happy he had been when he brought it back to his room. It felt like the happiest time of his life.

That friend had even mocked him for being childish, saying that he was already so old yet still bought Pokémon toys, and even happily talked to a plush. It was ridiculously immature.

Yan Yang naturally ignored him. There was nothing wrong with being a little childish. Maybe this plush was more reliable than a friend. Unexpectedly, that thought really came true in the end—he lost his best friend.

It had been a painful blow, but with this special friend by his side, he recovered quickly.

His recollections ended. Yan Yang gave one final look at the plush friend who had accompanied him for years, meeting its dignified gaze as though saying goodbye, or perhaps awaiting its response.

Their eyes met, and Yan Yang seemed to understand something. He felt much more at ease, then completely lost consciousness.

His soul drifted away to somewhere unknown.

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Several days later, the police found Yan Yang dead in his rented apartment. The cause of death was still under investigation.

But none of that mattered anymore.

It was just that no one noticed that something seemed to be flickering in the eyes of that toy, which looked brand-new.

In a land of nothingness, an alpaca-like Pokémon lay sleeping. It looked harmless enough, but anyone familiar with Pokémon knew that this was the renowned legendary Creator God—Arceus.

Its body was primarily white, with hoof-like feet, a pair of sharp horns, and a golden ring extending from the top of its head and circling its face. At the center of its forehead was a crown-like design, symbolizing its status as the "God of Pokémon."

As though sensing something, Arceus opened its eyes. Its gaze was bright and spirited, carrying a sense of depth, mystery, and unshakable majesty.

"This is... Hmm, interesting. Such a highly pure soul is truly rare. To hold such passion for my world is indeed uncommon." Arceus remained expressionless, but slight ripples stirred in its heart.

As the god of the Pokémon world, Arceus had not encountered souls from other worlds for the first time. On the contrary, it had encountered quite a few, and all of them had been allowed in by it.

After all, it wanted to see what kind of actions foreign souls would take in its world and what earth-shaking things they could accomplish. For the Creator God, who stayed in the temple every day and was so bored mushrooms were practically about to grow from its head, this counted as an amusing diversion.

Unfortunately, most people disappointed it. The evil in human nature was simply too prone to breeding all sorts of problems.

Oppression, exploitation, enslavement, abuse... Such problems existed in every world, but their proportion among these outsiders was far too high.

If not for some souls that had perfectly integrated into this world, it might no longer have allowed those souls to enter. Why make trouble for itself?

This soul was interesting. Arceus decided to interfere a little more. Didn't he like that Pokémon very much? Then it would give him a chance and let him be born in that place first.

Whether they could meet afterward would no longer be its concern.

As the lofty Creator God, no matter how interesting a soul was, it would not give him too much attention. Well, it would just grant him a little more ability than the others.

It treated outsiders exceedingly well. Every one of them had been given special abilities, though many people simply did not know how to use them.

Arceus muttered under its breath, and an obscure, incomprehensible chant slowly flowed forth. When it finished, a white orb of light abruptly appeared in the air. With the final syllable, the orb shot like a meteor into the depths of the outsider's soul.

Then the soul departed, seemingly searching for its place of birth.

Having finished its work, Arceus prepared to return to sleep. Before closing its eyes, it felt as though it had forgotten something.

After thinking for a while, it remembered. Before the age of five, this soul would not have memories of its previous life, and there were also the side effects of the ability it had bestowed.

Forget it. It could not be bothered to deal with it. It was not a big deal. I need to rest. Besides, if anything happens, Dialga, Palkia, and the others will handle it. I only need to quietly do my own thing.

Now the great Creator God—Arceus—was going off to do what it considered important—continue sleeping.

Who knew what things would become by the time it woke again? Would it perhaps not even have met its own avatar by then?

But what would a person's future be like? In the end, that still depended on oneself.

[Check-in]

(I heard that handsome and beautiful readers who leave their mark on this book will have all their wishes come true and everything go smoothly in the new year.)

I really wanted to travel to the Pokémon world, so I wrote this book to satisfy myself. My writing is average and the plot is a little slow, but updates are fairly stable for now. Those who enjoy daily life stories can stay and take a few more looks. There will be fewer battles.

The author is fairly active, so don't worry about things becoming too lifeless. If you like this book, you can follow the author. Updates, comments, and gifts are entirely up to you; they will not be mentioned often.

Suggestions regarding the novel's flaws and typos are welcome. Thank you, everyone. I will revise as appropriate, and let us open a harmonious and beautiful Pokémon world together.

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