Blue was genuinely happy.
At last, the most troublesome Gym had been secured.
Karen—mad, brilliant Karen—had actually agreed to build a Gym inside a cave. The idea had sounded spectacular in theory, but Blue had never truly believed anyone wild enough would make it happen. Most people balked at the sheer impracticality, the isolation, the danger. Yet here she was, ready to turn his audacious vision into reality.
Lucky for him, Dark-type specialists were a breed apart. Crazy by nature, relentless in spirit—that was why they gravitated to the shadows and thrived there. Otherwise, they wouldn't be Dark-type specialists at all.
"Only Bug, Flying, Steel, and... Dragon types left," Ezio sighed from across the table, rubbing his temples as he sifted through the thick stack of papers. "Then you can finally move on to the next phase: infrastructure."
Ah, infrastructure.
That cursed word felt like a black hole—an endless, soul-devouring beast that swallowed resources whole and never truly ended. Blue had come to hate it with a burning passion.
Finding new Gym Leaders was already a monumental headache, but that was just the beginning. He still had to inspect the existing ones—evaluate their competence, push them to improve, sometimes even relocate them if they didn't measure up.
Especially Erika.
He groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"She's going to be pissed."
Still, he couldn't afford to lose any of the current lineup. Not yet. Not until he found someone stronger, someone better.
And if he couldn't?
Then he'd just have to make them stronger himself.
It was around that moment Blue arrived back in Pallet Town.
And was immediately greeted by chaos.
The once-quiet little village was now a whirlwind of construction. In the town's center stood a sprawling site alive with workers and machines buzzing like a swarm of Beedrill. Trucks rumbled down the dirt roads, steel beams clanged against each other, and voices shouted over the racket in a constant, chaotic chorus of progress.
Blue scowled.
Right... all of this is my fault, isn't it?
"Why was I stupid enough to build a Gym in my hometown?!"
Maybe he should start spending more time at the Indigo Plateau. That place was remote, quiet—Victory Road kept most people far, far away.
But no. He had doubled down.
"And why the hell did I decide to build a stadium here too?!"
The massive structure, gleaming even in its unfinished state, towered in the south end of town. It was designed to seat 30,000 people—an absurd number considering Pallet Town barely had a few dozen houses.
"Pallet Town doesn't even have that many people!" Blue groaned, rubbing his temples. "I'm a megalomaniac."
It was all part of his development plan for Kanto—each city built upon five foundational pillars, all overseen and cultivated by the local Gym Leader.
First, the Gym Building—or rather, a Stadium, large enough to accommodate most of the city's population. This would serve as the central stage for Pokémon battles—a place where competition was celebrated, and where trainers could showcase the fruits of their hard-earned skill and discipline.
Second, a School—an institution designed to systematically introduce young minds to the world of Pokémon. Each city's school would carry a unique specialization tied to the type most prominent in that city. In Pallet Town, for instance, this would center around Fairy-types. Still, a broad, well-rounded curriculum was essential. He had no interest in producing only specialists; Kanto needed versatile trainers, too.
Third, the essentials of infrastructure and security: Pokémon Centers for healing, and a robust Police Department for protection. While Centers were already widespread and reliable, the law enforcement system needed a complete overhaul—from staffing to strategy.
Fourth, a business enterprise tied to the city's dominant Gym type. Gym Leaders were expected to do more than battle—they would lead industries aligned with their specialty, contributing both economically and culturally to the region. These ventures would not only provide identity but serve the greater good of Kanto as a whole.
And fifth—though by no means unimportant—came culture. Each Gym and its surrounding city had to foster a unique cultural identity. Whether through fashion, cuisine, theater, or art, every city should feel alive with personality. What mattered wasn't the form this culture took—but that it made life in the city richer, fuller, and worth celebrating.
Blue stormed into his childhood home, headed straight to his old bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed.
Champion of Kanto, ruler of the League—and still… no permanent home of his own.
Since choosing his first Pokémon, Blue had been practically homeless. He'd lived out of a tent, sleeping wherever the road took him as he conquered all eight Gyms. After becoming Champion, his life became nothing but meetings, responsibilities, and decisions that shaped entire regions.
Technically, the Indigo Plateau was his now—the League headquarters firmly under his control. Yet he hadn't even explored the place properly. He had no idea how many staff remained or how many had defected back to Johto alongside Lance.
But that was a problem for future Blue.
Right now, all he wanted was a moment of peace.
Suddenly, a familiar object materialized in his hand—a classic Game Boy. The old grey-bricked relic from the '90s, with Pokémon Blue Version locked inside.
His ultimate advantage.
The moment he was reincarnated into this world, he had been granted this cheat.
He flicked it on. The screen blinked to life, the iconic music filled the room, and moments later, a Poké Ball materialized before him—straight from the game.
A Master Ball.
That was the nature of his power: anything obtained in the game—Pokémon, items, even cash—could be summoned into the real world.
Absurdly overpowered.
And not just for first-generation Pokémon. The Game Boy was a shape-shifter, capable of becoming a Game Boy Color, Game Boy Advance, SP, Nintendo DS, DSi, 3DS—even a Switch.
Every generation of Pokémon, always at his fingertips. Every save file ripe for the taking.
Considering a full playthrough took around 20 hours, it was easy to imagine the mountain of resources he had amassed over the years—especially since this ability had been with him since childhood, back when time was plentiful.
So Blue planned ahead, meticulously.
Which teams would his Gym Leaders use? What Pokémon belonged to which Route? Which species should appear where, and at what levels?
He was building a kingdom.
One so intense, so unforgiving, that for the first time in his life…
…he might actually find a challenge.
"That's why," he muttered, "I'm going to make Kanto so overpowered that trainers from other regions will come just to test their mettle."
He grinned.
To him, leveling a Pokémon to 100 was a matter of hours. For everyone else? Almost impossible.
"I'll create Routes so brutal," he chuckled, "that trainers will have no choice but to raise their Pokémon to peak condition—just to survive."
Until someone actually managed to defeat him, he'd limit himself to one type: Water, for now. He'd remain a Water-type specialist until the day—if it ever came—when someone could take down his full six-Pokémon team.
He smirked again, flipping his Game Boy into its DS form. On the screen: Pokémon Platinum.
"There's one more Water-type I should have a chat with," he said. "Maybe it's time to fish for talent in regions that won't ruffle my neighbors just yet."
The timeline of this world was a labyrinth.
It had taken years to piece it together.
Everything began with Red and Blue—their journeys starting in 1996.
Then came Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald, all roughly concurrent.
Three years later, Gold and Silver emerged, starting their story in 1999.
Diamond and Pearl followed that same year.
Black and White? That was trickier. From in-game references, Blue guessed 2011. Black 2 and White 2 happened two years later, lining up with X and Y.
In short?
"It's a complete mess," Blue muttered.
Why did it matter?
Because he wanted to recruit strong trainers from other regions. But many—from Black & White, X & Y, and beyond—were still too young.
That was the problem.
But also the solution.
This world had Pokémon that controlled space, time, dimensions—even the multiverse.
Which meant?
Multiple universes.
And how would Blue reach them?
Two dragons materialized before him.
Massive. Powerful. Divine.
Dialga and Palkia.
"Welcome to the real world," Blue said with a grin. "Let's mess things up."
If Arceus tried to stop him?
He had his own Arceus—perfectly trained, forged through grinding and resets.
If the god of this world wanted war, Blue was ready.
After all...
He didn't play fair.
"Well, my friends," Blue said quietly, eyes fixed on the writhing distortion of space, the portal shimmering like broken glass suspended midair, leaking heat and static.
"Wish me luck."
With Dialga and Palkia looming behind him like twin gods of judgment, he stepped through.