[This story will not casually collect Pokémon. Legendary Pokémon or Ultra Beasts will basically not be captured (though not all, for instance I really like Zapdos), but there will be thrilling battles and cooperative plots with Legendary Pokémon, focusing on ordinary individuals fighting against divine entities. If this does not meet your reading needs, there are plenty of novels featuring Legendary Pokémon teams.]
[This story will not strictly follow game data for comparisons, breaking the limitations of turn-based combat to lean toward an open, real-time system. Personalities, traits, weather, and mental states will all affect a Pokémon's performance, so please do not use rigid game data to judge or demand things from this novel. If this does not meet your reading needs, there are plenty of wonderful turn-based novels out there.]
[This story features only one female lead, and there will be no disjointed romance plots. It is written primarily around Pokémon, with no harem and no absolute invincibility. If this does not meet your reading needs, harem and overpowered novels are everywhere.]
[If you respected readers can accept the above preface, I believe this will be a good story—at least a decent one. I hope for more follows, more urging for chapters, more reviews, and corrections. I will fix whatever I see, since my attitude is right here. I'm practically begging you all, please. If the retention rate drops too low, this book will disappear, boo-hoo... At least let me get my full-attendance bonus.]
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[Today I finally got my dream car, an Audi A6. Thank you to my leader, thank you to my colleagues, thank you to my family, and thank you to myself. After hunching my back for twenty-eight years, I can finally stand tall today.]
This was the caption on Wang Yu's Moments feed. Behind him, a sleek obsidian-black sedan stood like a solemn warhorse, exuding quiet authority. Just three years out of graduation, thanks to his ability to dare to act—and daring even to shirk responsibility for what he didn't dare do—he had won the leader's favor, secured a promotion, a raise, and made his dreams come true. Heading back to the village for the New Year was definitely happening now!
Leader: What scapegoat? What fall guy? I'm just a generous leader providing great benefits.
If you find success and don't return to your hometown, it's like wearing broidered clothes in the dark.
"Congratulations on becoming a distinguished Audi owner! It will be the companion of your free soul. Wishing you smooth sailing on your journey through life." The car salesman smiled from ear to ear; his monthly sales quota was met. Whether the customer's journey was smooth or not was the last thing on his mind—he had his own pillow-talk to worry about replacing soon.
As the saying goes, a wife who shared hardships through poverty should not be cast aside, so registering the marriage with the mistress would just have to wait a little longer.
At the first traffic light, Wang Yu's car was right at the front of a long line of vehicles. All the bros were waiting for him; he couldn't let the bros down!
He switched to sport mode, pressed the brake with his left foot and the accelerator with his right. As the traffic light counted down its final second, he released the brake, and the engine roared to life! Awesome!
Wang Yu floored the accelerator for a launch-control start. If not for the seatbelt holding him back, he would have stood up and tried to shove his foot straight into the fuel tank.
Engine: Who poured Red Bull into my 95-octane gas?
The car surged forward like an arrow shot from a taut bow. Just as he was marveling at the formidable power of his dream car, an SUV in the right lane suddenly made an outrageous, solid-line U-turn.
Remembering the golden rule of yielding speed over right-of-way, Wang Yu cursed loudly, "Asshole!"
With his mouth and feet both busy, just as he was slamming hard on the brakes, a massive semi-truck in the left lane suddenly crossed the solid line and squeezed in, bearing down right on him.
Sure enough, besides semi-trucks on the road, there were also sleepy semi-truck drivers.
Up ahead, he encountered another divine driver who only burned through two tanks of fuel a year. It looked like the odds of surviving this were slim to none.
Semi-truck: Hello, I'm coming in.
As a seasoned driver, Wang Yu didn't care about fault determinations anymore; he slammed on the brakes to a dead stop, shifted into reverse, and began backing up rapidly.
Bang!
Who would have thought the car behind him would be even faster, smashing the rear of his car to pieces. A three-box sedan instantly turned into a two-box hatchback, and the vehicle was pushed forcibly forward, caught in a three-pronged pincer movement.
Car behind: Getting hit from behind is much more thrilling.
"What the fu—"
Those were the last words recorded by the dashcam.
With a massive crash echoing out, the back that had stood tall for a half-hour snapped, folding Wang Yu directly into a Z-shape—a triple fold, ensuring he looked good from every angle.
Traffic police: That's right, only the good looks remain.
Before Wang Yu could even experience the so-called soul leaving the body, his vision suddenly cleared up again.
With a blink of an eye, he had arrived in another world—so fast, faster than a middle-aged man.
Only the environment had changed. On both sides were endless green meadows, with ancient, thick-rooted trees plunging deep into the earth and stretching far into the distance, resembling a long country road. The windshield was clear and pristine, reflecting the scenery like a mural.
Yet this was not Wang Yu's windshield, and the interior was certainly not that of his brand-new car! The cabin accessories and layout were very outdated, looking like something straight out of the 1990s.
"Where's my Audi A6?" The moment the words left his mouth, he felt something was wrong. Why did he sound like a child? Delicate and high-pitched, as if his throat had been pinched by a clothespin.
Tonsils: So tight, I can't take it anymore.
"What are you talking about, Little Turtle?" a woman in the driver's seat asked. She had cascading orange hair down to her waist, wore a brown plaid shirt and jeans, carried herself with grace, and looked quite beautiful. Her perfume was quite strong.
"Little Turtle? My name is Little Turtle?" Wang Yu had been a civil servant in his past life, and his ability to read people and read the room was top-notch. Naturally, he understood what questions could be asked and which ones couldn't.
If he were to shout out right now asking whether he had transmigrated, there was no telling if he'd be hauled off for scientific research the next second.
National Geographic: Get the cameraman! Hurry, hurry, hurry!
"Yeah, what's wrong with you? You were fine just a moment ago. Did the cool breeze make you dizzy? I'll roll up the window," the woman asked, puzzled.
Wang Yu didn't dare speak, repeating apologies in his heart.
Wang Yu: Sorry, buddy, for usurping your body. Truly sorry. If we can achieve mutual fulfillment, I'll let you drive the top-trim Audi A6 I just bought. Don't die in vain, buddy; I apologize right here to you.
"Little Turtle, what do you want to eat tonight? Mom just learned how to make a new dish: spicy stir-fried banana slices. Doesn't that sound appetizing?"
Although it sounded like a demonic culinary creation guaranteed to keep him locked in the bathroom overnight, he did pick up one crucial clue: Mom? Wang Yu's mind processed this, and a second later, he feigned delight and said, "Mom! Mom, guess how old I am?"
The woman didn't pay much attention and replied directly, "Asking such a brain-dead question."
Wang Yu froze, his clear eyes instantly going blank. Was this an evil stepmother?
Realizing she had spoken without thinking, the woman slapped her own thigh. "I guess Little Turtle is twelve years old this year, right?"
Twelve years old? Hadn't hit the voice-changing stage yet? No wonder his voice sounded like that.
"Wrong, wrong, Little Turtle is only ten years old this year." The woman rushed to correct herself, clearly mistaking Wang Yu's momentary contemplation for anger.
Wang Yu was shaken out of his daze and looked at the woman with a beaming smile. "Mom guessed right!" Anyway, he had no idea; whatever age she said he was, he was.
Wang Yu: This woman is no pushover; she even tries to trick her own son. No, wait, whether he was her biological son couldn't be said for sure yet.
"By the way, Mom, where are we going?" Wang Yu pulled down the passenger-side vanity mirror and stretched his neck hard just to get a good look at his appearance.
Not bad—a little boy with a sharp, clever look to him. All five facial features were quite handsome; he didn't look like someone destined to be an NPC.
Bug Catcher Bunta: Ahchoo! Am I catching a cold?
"We just went to see Dad, and now we're heading home. Where else would we go?"
Wang Yu wanted to ask more, but a large bird flying across the azure sky caught his attention.
It was extremely fast and had a very long body, nothing like an ordinary bird. Its crest was golden-orange, fluttering in the wind, and its feathers radiated a faint, golden sheen. Its wingbeats were slow, heavy, and powerful!
Wang Yu couldn't believe his eyes, muttering, "What a pretty bird. It really looks like a Pidgeot."
The woman beside him glanced up, laughed heartily, and replied, "Did Little Turtle suddenly get nearsighted? Isn't that a Pidgeot?"
Huh?
Wang Yu was shocked. Looking from the woman to the Pidgeot, it was hard to take what she just said lightly. That really was a Pidgeot, confirmed by the woman's own mouth?
In his past life, he had been diligent and studious, with only one form of entertainment: while others played mobile games, he played Pokémon; while others watched TV dramas, he played Pokémon...
Wang Yu turned his head and asked, "Mom, did you just say that's a Pidgeot?" It was simply too shocking; he couldn't help asking again.
Without a word, the woman pulled open the center console storage box, inside of which actually lay a red-and-white Poké Ball.
That definitely sealed it. The giant bird that had just soared past could be said to be thoroughly lifelike, with an imposing aura. If its features hadn't been so obvious, he wouldn't even have dared to recognize it.
He picked up the Poké Ball and examined it closely. It felt so smooth to the touch; could it be made of some special material?
"Then let me guess too. Is our home in Pallet Town? Or New Bark Town? Littleroot Town? Twinleaf Town...?"
The woman wrinkled her nose at him and said, "Are you alright? You're really acting weird today. Haven't you grown up in Pallet Town since you were little? Here, have a preserved plum."
Wang Yu's heart sank. Kanto Region—the exact same place as Ash. It was the highest-value region, but also the most difficult.
Looking at the flat, unobstructed land, with rows of trees gathering into lush canopies stretching thousands of miles in a gorgeous expanse, Pallet Town wasn't populous. He needed to get his bearings properly.
It took over ten minutes of driving to reach their doorstep. A distance that took dozens of steps in the video games now took this long; it was hard to imagine how he would ever travel around without transportation.
The Pokémon world was so huge. If his only options were running or bicycling, wouldn't his biggest future problem be ingrown toenails?
The house very much matched his imagination: a two-story self-built cottage. Aside from the normal wood color of the door, most of what he could see was American-style red furniture, identical to the games.
There was a fireplace, a coffee maker, a kitchen, and other scenes and objects never depicted in the games. But that staircase—Wang Yu knew it inside and out!
He rushed straight up to the second floor, where there was a bed of his own, a clock, a computer in front of a chair, and a traveler's backpack.
"That's right! This is the exact vibe!" Wang Yu turned on the computer, but the inbox contained no Potion; instead, it was piled high with dense emails from internet handles he didn't recognize.
Always Burning with Passion: Tomorrow I'm going to be the dad; you can't be the dad all the time! If you don't reply, I'm not coming out to play!
Old Man Proud, What Can You Do to Me?: Tomorrow I'm bringing some mud so we can play with mud.
……
Nutrient-free emails of this sort.
Wang Yu found a spray bottle in the drawer under the computer desk. Truly, what is meant to be yours will find you, and what isn't, you force into existence.
Wang Yu opened the backpack on the floor and found that it was completely empty inside. The moment he placed the spray bottle inside, it suddenly vanished.
[Potion acquired]
The Potion showed as collected, but it was no longer visible. At the same time, five red circular buttons appeared on the side of the backpack.
Wang Yu clicked them one by one. When he pressed the fourth button, an entry popped up.
[Potion x1: Use on 1 Pokémon in your party to restore 20 HP.]
When clicking the other buttons, the backpack was empty; only the fourth button had items.
Consistent with the inventory in the games, it was divided into five different pockets according to the items' various functions. If he acquired Berries or Poké Balls, they would appear in the other pockets.
"Family isn't doing badly either; why'd they give me a broken backpack? Am I the firstborn with a younger sibling who got all the good stuff?" Wang Yu muttered as he noticed a dark red square patch inside the fifth pocket.
Wang Yu reached out and touched it, and a second later, his fingerprint was stamped onto it in a glowing emerald green.
"Fingerprint recognition?"
He pressed the patch again, and two square stone slabs suddenly hovered inside the backpack, displaying [Pokémon] and [Items] respectively.
Wang Yu unlocked [Pokémon] with his fingerprint, and the middle of the square stone slab began to sink, eventually turning into a semi-circular groove.
"Is this for storing Poké Balls?" Wang Yu tapped [Items].
A gear suddenly materialized on the right side of the square stone slab, and a list of items appeared on the slab.
Spinning the gear, the entry list began to scroll down, ranging from standard red-and-white Poké Balls to the highest-grade Master Ball, from basic Potions to Max Potions that cured all status conditions and fully restored health, and so on...
Everything you could possibly imagine!
Wang Yu spun the gear to the very end.
[Qualification Ticket: Grants resurrection redemption eligibility. Requires a League Champion Trophy to redeem.]
[Resurrection Ticket: Grants a chance at resurrection. Requires a League Champion Trophy to redeem.]
[Revival Ticket: Returns consciousness to the original world. Requires a League Champion Trophy to redeem. Must be used together with the Accident Shield Ticket.]
[Accident Shield Ticket: Prevents fatal accidents. Requires a League Champion Trophy to redeem.]
Wang Yu took a deep breath. It seemed this was the main questline! Since he was ten years old—meaning he had reached the age to become a Pokémon Trainer—he might as well give it a try!
Whether it's Red or Blue, Ash or Gary, bring it on if you aren't convinced! This time it's my resurrection match; nobody can stop me!
He had saved up money for so long in his past life, and right after buying a car and before he could even take his family out for a trip, he had kicked the bucket. The lingering regret was unbearable; right now, he could only turn grief into motivation and set out immediately!
Outside the window, dusk was approaching. Wang Yu went downstairs, only to be called over by his mom: "Little Turtle, come watch TV. Your dad's about to be gone."
Wang Yu: ???