Mt. Pyre

Mt. Pyre

Type 1 to gift a waifu, pick your own in the comments (furries post your own).

Type 2 to gift a Pokémon, post your own in the comments.

The protagonist specializes in Ghost type Pokémon, and the worldbuilding leans closer to reality, not the utopian world of the anime.

This is the second book in the Pokémon fanfiction series, and the first one is still ongoing with over 400,000 words, so if you are really bored you can check out the author's profile.

The protagonist sets out from the Hoenn region, because the author researched a lot of information regarding characters from the Hoenn region beforehand and reflected on the shortcomings of the previous book.

(Protagonist Roy is not Roy from Horizons, it's purely a coincidence that I haven't watched Horizons and the names duplicate.)

Flutter Mane will appear around chapters 30-40. Because it is a Paradox species Pokémon, its entrance will definitely be different, so don't worry, everyone.

How can a Ghost type specialist go without Flutter Mane?

Here are two supplementary settings.

First is levels:

1-5 Infant Stage

5-20 Normal level

20-30 Veteran level

30-40 Elite level

40-50 Gym Leader level

50-60 Pseudo-Elite Four

60-70 Elite Four

70-80 Mid-level Elite Four

80-90 High-level Elite Four

90-100 Champion level

Second is Pokémon talent, which refers to individual values in the text. The author directly sets the maximum to 31, corresponding to the maximum level Pokémon can reach mentioned above.

(1-10 Veteran Potential, 11-15 Gym Potential, 16-21 King Potential, 22-28 High-level King Potential, 29-31 Champion Potential)

Without further ado!

All aboard, all aboard, the doors are completely sealed shut!

...(¯(∞)¯)...

"Miss Lorelei... don't touch there!

Miss Cynthia, don't... don't stop...

Auntie Delia, you wouldn't want..."

Heh heh heh heh, heh heh heh heh.

Sluuurp~~~ Ha!

A flat-topped teenager with delicate features, high-arched brows, and sharp, straight sword-like eyebrows talked in his sleep while drooling, looking entirely repulsive to the bronze-skinned little girl who had come to wake him up.

"Lazy pig Roy! Get up already, the sun is shining on your butt!"

The little girl pulled off the teenager's blanket in one motion and kicked straight at his butt, but the teenager rolled over and dodged as if he had anticipated it, making the little girl kick at empty air.

Seeing this, the young girl stepped directly onto the teenager's butt.

"I know, I know. Little black coal ball, digging holes all day yesterday was too tiring, please let me sleep a little longer~~"

Disturbed from his pleasant dream, Roy gave a perfunctory reply, impatiently turned his body over, and pulled his pillow over his head, intending to continue his unfinished romance with the busty Lorelei in his dream.

Things did not go as planned, however.

Phoebe, who was called the little black coal ball, would not let Roy have it so easy. She glanced at the Haunter beside her, and the latter knowingly changed its appearance.

Just when Roy thought Phoebe had left, a pair of small hands pulled away his pillow and forcefully pried open his eyelids. Appearing before his eyes was a floating, headless fierce ghost, the smooth cutting surface of its neck even still oozing fresh blood.

Yet Roy, as if completely accustomed to it, pushed Phoebe's hand away and yawned, knowing there was no longer any possibility of continuing his dream with Lorelei.

"Sigh~~"

After letting out a sigh, Roy calmly sat up from a deep purple prismatic coffin lid about 2.5 meters long and stretched.

When he first arrived at Mt. Pyre, Roy had been a bit unaccustomed to sleeping on a coffin lid, but after sleeping on it for a while he found it rather comfortable, and now he couldn't fall asleep at all without this coffin lid.

Is this real-life corpse-lying?

Seeing that Roy had no reaction to her prank, Phoebe felt somewhat disappointed.

She had tried very hard to scare him, and this time even she herself had been scared while preparing it, yet it still failed to frighten Roy.

Darn it!

Even the headless fierce ghost before Roy's eyes turned back into a Haunter, sticking out its big red tongue to hit Roy with an arc-charged Lick, licking Roy so that he instantly snapped fully awake.

It was also fortunate that Roy had a flat top, otherwise his hair probably would have stood on end. Bearing that tingling sensation, Roy ushered in a new day.

"Idiot Roy, you can't even pretend to be scared."

"Aren't you just talking nonsense? It's the exact same trick every single day, can't you come up with something novel?"

While getting dressed, Roy complained that Phoebe's scaring methods were simply too low-grade and cheap. All day long it was either headless ghosts or ghosts with their heads turned backward, completely lacking any originality.

Phoebe wasn't tired of it yet, but he was getting a bit sick of it.

"Hmph! If you're so smart, then you tell me what's terrifying."

"If you ask me, you should get a pair of red embroidered shoes, and put some kind of paper effigy in..."

Roy unhurriedly laid out a set of very hardcore Chinese horror theories.

Unlike Western ghosts jumping out to scare people's faces, Chinese horror is a kind of fear originating from the depths of the soul, giving you a feeling that makes your body involuntarily tremble as you walk down the road.

Phoebe pondered Roy's idea, paying no attention to the ball of dark blue Will-O-Wisp suddenly popping up above Roy's head.

Judging from the ideas Roy had just given Phoebe, he was, unsurprisingly, a time traveler.

He had traveled here from Blue Star one day while staying up late working overtime.

Waking up, he found himself unexpectedly appearing in an unknown forest, filled with white mist and looking exceptionally quiet.

Until a green caterpillar on a tree with a y-shaped mark on its head spat string and hung right in front of Roy, swaying its body back and forth.

What surprised Roy was that the large caterpillar was a full 50 centimeters long.

The large caterpillar showed no intention of harming Roy, simply looking at him calmly, twisting and turning in a very Buddhist-like manner.

Roy only then reacted to the fact that he had transmigrated into the world of Pokémon, and the large caterpillar on the tree was precisely the evolutionary precursor of Rayquaza, Caterpie.

Unable to believe it, Roy walked over to the riverbank, and through the reflection of the water, discovered that even his body had transformed into that of a 10-year-old boy.

Just as he was still pondering what to do, a harsh bird cry came from the silent jungle.

A Spearow appeared in the air, with a black back, a beige chest and abdomen with fine stripes, a tuft of messy brown feathers on its head, and pink wings.

Roy was spotted by the Spearow in the dense forest, and hostility filled its eyes.

The memories remaining from the previous owner in his mind told Roy that Pokémon in reality were not as friendly to humans as in the anime, nor was this the utopian world of the Pokémon anime.

Much less was it like the game where a professor sees your bones are extraordinary and hands you a starter Pokémon right off the bat.

In reality, Pokémon injuring and killing people was an everyday occurrence.

As it turned out, his appearance had already invaded the Spearow's territory, and Spearow were a type of Pokémon that regarded territory as life. The Spearow in the air had already viewed Roy as an intruder.

Roy certainly didn't think he possessed the physique of a Super True Person. If he were pecked by that sharp beak of the Spearow, a large hole would end up on his body.

Just as the Spearow was about to dive straight down at Roy, the Caterpie on the tree spat out a spider web that accurately hit the Spearow in midair, trapping it on the ground.

Roy was just about to thank this large caterpillar when he discovered it had already shot string to another tree, and under Roy's shocked gaze, the Caterpie used its momentum to swing to a tree even further back.

"Holy crap! Spiderman!?"

Rather than saying the Caterpie saved Roy, it was more accurate to say the Caterpie was saving itself while incidentally rescuing Roy.

The danger was not yet resolved.

Leaving Roy with a look that told him to take care of himself, the Caterpie spat string again and swung to an even further tree.

"Spear!"

Following the piercing cry emitted by the Spearow trapped in the spider web, the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark, and the white mist instantly vanished.

What met Roy's eyes was a black cloud composed of countless Spearow rushing toward his direction.

Looking back again,

the Caterpie on the tree had already vanished without a trace, having no-one knows where swung off to.

The overwhelming multitude of Spearow, led by a Fearow at the very front, swarmed toward Roy, and he could even see the cold light flashing on those beaks, as if they could rip him open in the next second.

Running was out of the question; for some reason, this body was exceptionally weak.

Just when Roy thought he was going to die right after transmigrating, a purple fatty appeared, driving the flock of Spearow away with a Shadow Ball of purple energy, narrowly saving Roy.

Roy had already passed out cold from extreme physical weakness coupled with the recent shock, and his very last impression was that big purple fatty standing in front of him.

Waking up again, he found himself inside a coffin.

Surrounded by two elderly people, a little girl, and the Gengar that saved him, he learned through conversation that Roy had actually transmigrated to the forest on the outskirts of Mt. Pyre in the Hoenn region.

And the elderly couple were the two elders in the game who guarded the Blue Orb and Red Orb on Mt. Pyre.

The little girl was their granddaughter Phoebe, the future Ghost type Elite Four member of the Hoenn region.

He had actually been rescued by the most mysterious family in the game!

Upon learning that Roy was all alone and had no reliance, the two elders exchanged a glance and took Roy in.

The premise was that he needed to work 5 days a week at Mt. Pyre! Working a full 6 hours every day! With only 6,000 Poké Dollars a month, and 20 days of paid annual leave...

Hearing the conditions of the two elders, Roy, who had been a corporate drone for half his life, froze. This kind of good thing had finally fallen onto him!

Immediately grabbing the old man's thigh, he expressed that he could work here for the rest of his life. The old man patted Roy's head, sighing at what kind of inhumane life the child must have lived through before.

From then on, for the next two and a half years, he continued living on Mt. Pyre.

Flashback ends