The memories ended.
The first thing to do after waking up.
Wash face, brush teeth, and feed his Pokémon.
“Time to eat, Litwick.”
“Lit!”
Roy’s head suddenly erupted with its original ghost-blue Will-O-Wisp, followed by its candle-like body.
Primarily composed of white wax, the melted, layered wax covered its right eye, leaving only its left eye visible.
Litwick could be considered Roy’s first Pokémon.
Why “could be considered”?
Because Roy hadn’t captured it with a Poké Ball yet.
Yes, you heard that right; Roy had no Poké Ball, but that didn’t stop Litwick from being his Pokémon.
Litwick had stuck to Roy from the very first day he arrived at Mt.
Pyre.
Back then, because of its cute appearance, its versatility, and its future growth potential, Roy allowed it to follow him, and over time, it became his Pokémon.
As for why it could emerge from Roy’s head, it was similar to how Gengar could hide in human shadows.
This was because Litwick had entered a spectral state.
Almost all Ghost-type Pokémon could enter this state.
Much like the ghosts on TV, they could pass through walls.
It wasn’t just Litwick who heard the word “eat.”
A Pokémon with a human skull-like mask, three teeth, and two large eye sockets emerged from the darkness.
On its head was a flame-like part connected to its skull, and on its back were two white, femur-like markings.
Its arms were short, broad, and always pressed against its back.
Below its body were cloud-like feet.
This was Roy’s second Pokémon.
Duskull.
It was the type that was useless at everything but first place when it came to eating.
“Duskull, after you finish eating, it’s time to work!”
The one-eyed Duskull floated in front of Roy, looking adorably foolish.
Unlike regular Duskull, Roy’s Duskull was exceptionally fat, being one and a half times larger than an average Duskull.
Furthermore, Duskull didn’t like staying inside Roy’s body; it preferred lying in the cool, dark places, spacing out or taking naps.
Under the expectant gazes of the two little ones.
A ball of dark purple energy appeared in Roy’s hand.
This was his Ghost Power, a type of energy completely different from the thick Ghost-type energy in the air of Mt.
Pyre.
Furthermore, compared to the Ghost-type energy on Mt.
Pyre, Ghost Power was more to the taste of Ghost-type Pokémon and easier to absorb.
Of course, this was also an ability taught to him by the two elders.
At first, Litwick was somewhat resistant to absorbing Roy’s Ghost Power, thinking it was Roy’s life force.
However, after Roy demonstrated that his Ghost Power was renewable, Litwick’s psychological burden vanished instantly.
The two little ones clung to Roy’s hand and began to absorb it.
The Ghost Power was absorbed into their bellies like jelly.
The Ghost Power in Roy’s hand was more like a purified energy form, with impurities such as resentment and Astonish removed.
Soon, the two little ones had absorbed all the Ghost Power in Roy’s hand, leaving none for Roy.
After finishing its breakfast, Roy handed the bowl to Phoebe.
“I’m leaving.
I still have to wipe down all the tombstones on the eighth floor today.”
“Remember to buy me snacks when you get back!
Make them extra spicy!”
“Got it.”
Roy changed into a tracksuit, took an iron pickaxe and a bucket of tools needed for work from the corner of the room.
He waved at Phoebe, pushed open the cabin door, and just as he was about to step out, a voice came from behind:
“Wait!”
“What is it now?”
Roy turned back to look at the jumpy Phoebe.
Thanks to the company of the wicked Roy, Phoebe’s personality was much more lively and cheerful than in the game.
“Grandpa asked me to give this to you.”
Saying this, Phoebe handed Roy an ID card similar to the ID cards from his past life.
Its functions were also similar; it could prove Roy’s identity and also serve as a bank card.
Do not think for a second that this tiny little card is useless.
From ordering official Poké Balls from the League and healing Pokémon at the Pokémon Center, to registering for various League tournaments, almost everything required an ID card.
Without an ID card here, it was almost impossible to get anywhere, just like being an undocumented person.
Gazing at his photo on the small card, Roy sighed in his heart.
It was finally approved; he could now be considered an official resident of the Pokémon world.
The real Pokémon world wasn’t an era where you could just leave on a journey at age 10; a Raticate could even easily take a person’s life.
Just like Roy when he first transmigrated; if Gengar hadn’t saved him, he might have died right in the jungle at the foot of Mt.
Pyre, becoming the shortest-lived transmigrator.
To prevent more people from dying in vain, the Hoenn League prohibited novices without a Trainer qualification certificate from traveling at will.
Of course, the enforcement was just a warning after being discovered, and sending you back to the address on your ID card.
As for being caught the next time, no one had the time to care about you.
It was also mandatory that one must be at least 10 years old to purchase Poké Balls.
The Poké Balls sold in stores and by major companies were strictly regulated.
Each Poké Ball had its own serial number upon production and was registered by the Pokémon Center of the League.
The League’s standard Poké Balls could constrain Pokémon up to level 40 at most; Pokémon with higher levels would break out of the ball on their own.
Ultra Balls could constrain Pokémon up to level 50, but the price was five times that of a standard Poké Ball.
Of course, the rules were rigid, but people were flexible.
Some family members would choose Pokémon for their offspring from a young age to grow up with them.
When they reached 10 years old, they could just go buy a Poké Ball to capture them.
The League turned a blind eye to this; as long as it wasn’t too excessive, they would just pretend not to see it.
After all, the League wasn’t the only one that could make things like Poké Balls.
The League’s Poké Balls cost 500 Pokedollars.
However, Poké Balls made by some private workshops that had mastered the crafting techniques only cost 50 Pokedollars, but the quality was uneven…
Sometimes, as you walked, the Poké Ball might suddenly explode, you never knew.
However, if one wanted to participate in official tournaments held by the League, one must use Poké Balls with serial numbers registered by the League.
This resulted in some Trainers only getting their first Pokémon right before the start of the tournament.
In reality, capturing Pokémon was completely different from the game.
Wild Pokémon were independent individuals and all had their own thoughts.
It wasn’t the case that after you casually captured a wild Pokémon with a Poké Ball, they would obediently listen to you.
You needed to tame them.
If not fully tamed, the captured Pokémon might even actively attack you.
Some Pokémon would even escape from inferior Poké Balls; these things happened often.
Like Roy’s Duskull and Litwick, they hadn’t been captured by Poké Balls yet, but they had already accepted Roy as their Trainer.
Even without Poké Balls, they would still listen to Roy.
This was the real Pokémon world, unlike that “certain moron” in the Journeys series who threw Poké Balls the moment he saw a Pokémon.
He even dared to throw Poké Balls at Legendary Pokémon.
The key was that the producers actually let him catch them.
Since then, in Roy’s eyes, Suicune could only sit at a table with dogs.
Roy was different.
Previously, because he didn’t have an ID card, he couldn’t purchase Poké Balls through normal channels.
But now that his ID card had arrived,
he had to get two Poké Balls for his Litwick and Duskull.