“Miss Lorelei…
don’t touch there!
Miss Cynthia, don’t…
don’t stop…
Aunt Delia, you wouldn’t want…
Hehehe, hehehe.”
*Slurp*~~~ Ah!
A young man with a handsome face, high brow ridges, and sharp, straight eyebrows in a crew cut was mumbling in his sleep while drooling.
A bronze-skinned girl standing nearby, who had come to wake him up, looked at him with utter disgust.
“You lazy pig, Roy!
Get up!
The sun is already shining on your butt!”
The girl snatched the blanket off the young man and kicked at his rear, but he seemed to have anticipated it, rolling over to dodge and leaving her kicking at empty air.
Seeing this, the girl stepped directly onto his rear.
“I know, I know.
Little Black Coalball, I was digging holes all day yesterday and I’m exhausted.
Please, just let me sleep a little longer~~”
Disturbed from his good dream, Roy gave a perfunctory reply, turned over impatiently, and covered his head with his pillow, intending to continue his romantic encounter with the well-endowed Lorelei from his dream.
But things did not go as planned.
Phoebe, who was called ‘Little Black Coalball’, wasn’t about to let Roy be so comfortable.
She glanced at the Haunter nearby, and it understood, transforming its appearance.
Just when Roy thought Phoebe had left, a pair of small hands snatched away his pillow and forced his eyelids open.
Appearing before him was a floating headless ghost, the smooth, severed surface of its neck even oozing blood.
As if accustomed to this, Roy brushed Phoebe’s hands away and yawned, knowing there was no chance to continue his dream with Lorelei.
“Sigh~~”
Roy sighed and calmly sat up from a 2.5-meter-long, dark purple, rhombus-shaped coffin lid, stretching his body.
When he first arrived at Mt.
Pyre, Roy wasn’t quite used to sleeping on a coffin lid, but after a while, he found it quite comfortable.
Now, he couldn’t even sleep without it.
Is this what they call ‘lying like a corpse’ in reality?
Phoebe was a little disappointed to see that Roy had no reaction to her prank.
She had tried really hard to scare him; she had even scared herself while preparing it this time, yet it still hadn’t fazed Roy.
Damn it!
The headless ghost before Roy transformed back into a Haunter, which extended its large red tongue and used Lick, imbued with electric arcs, on Roy, instantly shocking him wide awake.
It was fortunate that Roy had a crew cut; otherwise, his hair probably would have stood on end.
With that tingling, numb sensation, Roy began his new day.
“Idiot Roy, you can’t even pretend to be scared anymore.”
“Isn’t that obvious?
It’s the same trick every single day.
Can’t you come up with something new?”
As he put on his clothes, Roy complained that Phoebe’s scare tactics were way too low-level and basic.
All day long, it was either a headless ghost or a ghost with its head turned backward—absolutely no originality.
Phoebe wasn’t bored of it, but he was.
“Hmph!
If you’re so smart, then tell me what’s scary.”
“If it were me, I’d get a pair of red embroidered shoes and set up some paper effigies and place them…”
Roy calmly explained a set of very hardcore Chinese horror theories.
Unlike Western horror with jump scares, Chinese horror is a fear that comes from the depths of the soul, the kind that makes you shiver while just walking down the street.
Phoebe pondered Roy’s ideas, completely unaware of the ball of ghostly blue Will-O-Wisp that had suddenly appeared above Roy’s head.
Judging by the ideas Roy had just given Phoebe, he was, unsurprisingly, a transmigrator.
He had transmigrated here from Earth one day while staying up late for overtime.
When he woke up, he discovered he was in an unknown forest filled with Mist, appearing very quiet.
Suddenly, a large green caterpillar with a ‘Y’ shape on its head lowered itself from a tree on a thread of silk, swaying in front of Roy.
What surprised Roy was that the large green caterpillar was a full 50cm long.
The large green caterpillar had no intention of harming Roy; it just looked at him calmly, wiggling about in a very zen-like manner.
Roy then realized he had transmigrated into the Pokémon world.
This large green caterpillar on the tree was the unevolved form of Rayquaza, Caterpie.
In disbelief, Roy went to the riverbank and, seeing his reflection, discovered that his body had also turned into that of a 10-year-old boy.
Just as he was pondering what to do, a piercing bird cry echoed through the silent forest.
A Spearow appeared in the air, with a black back, a beige chest and abdomen with fine stripes, a messy brown crest on its head, and pink wings.
Roy was spotted by the Spearow in the dense forest, its eyes filled with hostility.
The remaining memories of 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 a utopian world.
It was definitely not like the games where a Professor sees that you have a ‘remarkable talent’ and immediately gifts you a starter Pokémon.
In reality, Pokémon injuring or killing people was a common occurrence.
It turned out his appearance had invaded the Spearow’s territory, and since Spearow was a Pokémon that viewed its territory as its life, the one in the air already viewed Roy as an intruder.
Roy didn’t think he possessed the constitution of a Super Pallet Town resident.
If he were pecked once by that sharp beak, there would be a big hole in his body.
Just as the Spearow was about to dive and pounce on Roy, the Caterpie on the tree spat out a String Shot that hit the Spearow in the air with precision, trapping it on the ground.
Roy was just about to thank the large green caterpillar when he realized it had already used String Shot to move to another tree.
In Roy’s shocked gaze, the Caterpie used momentum to swing to a tree further back.
“Holy crap!
Spider-Man!?”
Rather than saying the Caterpie saved Roy, it was more like the Caterpie saved itself and saved Roy in the process.
The danger hadn’t been resolved.
The Caterpie gave Roy a look that said ‘take care of yourself’ before using String Shot again to swing to a tree further back.
“Spearow!”
As the Spearow trapped by the web let out a sharp cry, the previously clear sky suddenly turned black, and the Mist vanished instantly.
What met Roy’s eyes was a black cloud composed of countless Spearow rushing toward him.
He looked back,
and the Caterpie on the tree had long since vanished; he didn’t know where it had swung off to.
The overwhelming swarm of Spearow, led by a Fearow at the front, pounced toward Roy.
He could even see the cold light glinting on their beaks, as if they could disembowel him the next second.
He couldn’t run anymore; for some reason, this body was unusually weak.
Just when Roy thought he was going to die right after transmigrating, a purple fatty appeared.
A Shadow Ball of purple energy drove the Spearow swarm away, narrowly saving Roy.
By this time, Roy had passed out from extreme physical weakness and the shock of the moment; his last impression was that big purple fatty standing in front of him.
When he woke up again, he was in a coffin.
Surrounded by two elderly people, a little girl, and the Gengar that saved him, he learned through conversation that he had actually transmigrated to the forest on the outskirts of Mt.
Pyre in the Hoenn region.
The old couple were the very same ones from the game who guarded the Blue Orb and the Red Orb on Mt.
Pyre.
The little girl was their granddaughter, Phoebe, the future Ghost-type Elite of the Hoenn region.
He had actually been saved by the most mysterious family in the game!
Upon learning that Roy was all alone with no one to rely on, the two elders exchanged a look and took him in.
The condition was that he had to work at Mt.
Pyre 5 days a week!
He had to work a full 6 hours every day!
And he would only get 6000 Pokedollars per month, with 20 days of paid annual leave…
After hearing the old couple’s terms, Roy, who had been a corporate slave for half his life, was stunned.
Such a good deal had finally come his way!
He immediately hugged the old man’s leg, declaring that he could work here for the rest of his life.
The old man patted Roy’s head, sighing at what an inhuman life the child must have lived before.
From then on, for the next two and a half years, he lived on Mt.
Pyre.