At that moment, Firewing gazed at Brandon White with undisguised envy.
She had briefly wondered if Brandon might be lying to her—but there was no reason for him to deceive her.
That meant it was very likely he truly had been invited by some great existence into a transcendent platform—one that connected worlds.
A platform that even contained figures like Uchiha Madara and Whitebeard from anime worlds.
Her heart clenched with jealousy. She wanted to join such a place herself.
Brandon's abilities were already unbelievably strong, yet he had still managed to join something so unimaginable. Wasn't that unfair? The heavens really played favorites.
Still, envy or not, there was nothing she could do.
But what shocked her most was realizing those anime worlds were real.
If the government ever discovered this, they'd probably be too overwhelmed to even care about spiritual energy revival anymore.
Firewing shook her head. Well, it wasn't her concern anyway. As a soldier, her duty was simply to obey orders, not to wrestle with questions like these.
"So… which anime world are they from? I don't remember ever seeing these."
She carefully poked one of the Pikachu lazily stretching on the desk. The little creature affectionately nuzzled her fingertip. That gesture nearly melted her heart.
So cute. So unbearably cute!
"They're from another world's anime—one that doesn't exist in ours," Brandon explained softly.
"They're called Pokémon, also known as Pocket Monsters or simply 'mons.'
"They possess countless abilities and attributes. The strongest among them wield powers not inferior to gods themselves—traversing time, commanding the seas, reviving the dead, even creating entire planets.
"They live on Earth, peacefully alongside humans. Some even partner with people to journey together in pursuit of becoming the world's strongest Pokémon Trainers."
As Brandon spoke, his voice carried a rare hint of warmth.
He still remembered when he first watched Pokémon as a child, dreaming of stepping into that world.
Yes, there were villains and hierarchies there too. But there also existed the purest, most innocent creatures in existence—Pokémon.
Once a Pokémon chose to follow you, it would wait for you—no matter how long.
That kind of purity was something you could never find in a world steeped in human falseness.
He hadn't expected, after transmigrating, to end up not in the Pokémon world but in a parallel one. And yet, by chance, joining the chat group had allowed him to fulfill his childhood wish after all.
"Traversing time? Commanding the sea? Reviving the dead?"
"Creating planets?"
Firewing stared down at the Pikachu nestled against her, astonished. She had sensed that they contained unusual power, but she had never imagined that the top Pokémon could be that powerful.
Then, after a moment, she glanced again at their distinctive art-style appearance.
Well… they were creatures from an anime world. Of course they'd be strong.
"Can I… report this to the higher-ups?" she asked, gently stroking the Pikachu's head as she turned back to Brandon.
Brandon sighed. "If I said no, would you actually keep it to yourself?"
He looked at her helplessly. He wasn't ignorant of her nature.
Firewing was, in essence, the bridge between him and the state. The fact that he'd shared this with her meant he had already accepted that she would pass it on.
"I just wanted to ask—to show where I stand, you know?" she said with an awkward smile.
Her role meant she could never truly conceal such things. Asking had just been a formality.
And judging from his answer, she already knew the truth.
Not long after, Firewing took her leave.
After all, she had just learned something earth-shattering. And since Brandon hadn't minded her sharing it, she was practically itching to tell others.
Why should she be the only one floored by this revelation? Where was the fun in that?
Brandon, unconcerned, stayed behind. He played with the two Pikachu for a while, then turned his attention to the chat group.
In the time he'd been away, things had apparently gotten lively again.
Ordinary Group Leader: "Rejoice! The ruler of Spiritual Energy Revival has descended! She holds within her the power of Devil Fruits, Sharingan, and Haki—the one who transcends ages, who knows past and future across most worlds—the great Chat Group Master!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Wahaha!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "You insignificant peers dare to be insolent? Beneath the holy flames of my angelic divinity, you can do nothing but kneel and beg for mercy!"
Boil Dagu into Soup: "???"
Uchiha Dance King (Madara): "???"
Come Be My Son (Whitebeard): "???"
Richest Man (Tony Stark): "I come back and see the group leader being chuunibyou again…"
Glory of the Northern God (Thor): "Bad luck.jpg"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Group Leader-hands-on-hips.jpg"
Ordinary Group Leader: "@Glory of the Northern God, what are you barking for, mutt?!"
Ordinary Group Leader: "So I got a little carried away and let my chuunibyou act up. Why are you, a dog, barking about it?!"
Richest Man: "Wait—you know you're being chuunibyou? …Also, why does that 'dog bark' sound so familiar? I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."
Most Evil Spirit (Kurumi): "Ever consider the possibility that you're the one who said it first?"
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "Wuhu! I'm back from school!"
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "First, a Coke—glug glug glug—ahh, perfect."
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "Like.jpg"
Railgun (Misaka Mikoto): "You changed your name again?"
Railgun: "From 'Size-Changes-at-Will,' to 'Lazy Sister,' to now 'Umaru'?"
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "Feels like this one matches the name the group leader used for me in Minecraft."
Lazy Little Sister Umaru: "Speaking of which, I finally tried the lottery system. Guess what I drew? A hamster pillow. Sure, it's cute and I like it, but come on! With all the amazing prizes out there, I get that? So depressing."
At the start, she had hesitated, nervous about trying her luck. But eventually, she couldn't resist.
And what she got was… a pillow.
It wasn't bad, but she couldn't shake the feeling she'd been shortchanged.
She had really expected something grander.
Railgun: "Lottery…"
The mention made Misaka Mikoto recall her own prize.
Unlike Umaru, she hadn't hesitated. Encouraged by the others, she had drawn immediately.
And what did she get?
…A pair of safety shorts.
Printed with her and Gekota's faces.
Along with a single line of text:
'The electric spark at your fingertips is my eternal faith.'
It was undeniably something a hardcore fan might come up with.
But why—why—would anyone put that on safety shorts of all things?!
Why not a T-shirt, or a uniform, or literally any other piece of clothing?
But no. It had to be this!
Pervert!
Humiliated, she hadn't dared to tell the others at the time, and instead logged out in shame.
Ordinary Group Leader: "Lately the chat group's been too calm, huh?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "No Madara revival, no Naruto being born, no Marineford war, Railgun's plan still brewing, Kurumi's still scheming against the Spirit of Origin, and Sister Dongfang's busy unifying the martial world and stealing secret manuals."
Ordinary Group Leader: "The only exciting thing was Dagu finally transforming into Tiga."
(End of Chapter)
--------
Please Give me Power Stones support me on Patreon @ patreon(dot)com/SorenEclipse : Read 15 Chapters Ahead on Patreon