Chapter 1: A New World, A New King
Trigger Warning: Violence, mature themes. This novel features soul transmigration, a system, skill proficiency, and Pokémon without levels or qualifications. Female characters range from maidens to dancers, spies to nurses—not all pure, but all vibrant. Motto: Cherish good women, don't waste the bad ones! If you seek pure romance or perfect heroines, this ain't your story. Buckle up!
"Enough, stop biting…!"
Jiang Feng shoved the woman away, irritation flaring.
He stared at the paternity test on his phone, alongside hotel records. Clarity hit like a thunderbolt.
He was done. Utterly done.
"Don't like it?" the woman sneered, eyes flashing disdain. She'd lowered herself, wagging her tail, and he dared reject her?
Jiang Feng's cold laugh cut through. He hurled his phone at her face.
Bullshit "change of heart." Cheating was zero or infinite—no in-between.
To think he'd once held hope for her? Laughable. Her excuses echoed in his mind like a bad soap opera:
"It's nothing! I just went with my bestie. I love the bar's vibe."
"He's my guy best friend, not what you think!"
"We just shared a bed—nothing happened, I swear!"
"He insisted, and I'm just a weak girl—what could I do?"
"He used protection."
"Okay, he slipped it off mid-way."
"I took the pill after, don't worry. The kid's definitely yours, Jiang Feng!"
"It was just a mistake any woman could make."
"Maybe the hospital swapped the baby."
"Does it matter if the kid looks a bit like someone else? Blood ties aren't everything!"
"You're a man—can't you let it go? I suffered giving birth, and you're hung up on whose seed it is?"
"Can't you just understand me?"
"Put facts aside—don't you, as a man, have any faults?"
His voice was ice: "You left. You shouldn't have come back."
She sobbed: "He… he racked up online loans and ditched me!"
Jiang Feng sneered. Abandoned by her fling, now crawling back to make him the fallback guy?
"You still love me, right?"
Silence.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Her voice turned venomous. "Fine, divorce! But you leave with nothing!"
"Heh."
"What's so funny? What do you want?!"
What else? Explode in silence or perish in it.
Jiang Feng reached out, gently caressing her face with tender affection.
Then his hand slid lower…
His ancestors' wisdom rang true: cherish good women, don't waste the bad ones.
"No! Stop—ugh!" she screamed.
"You're insane!"
He laughed maniacally, drawing his weapon. Stab after stab, each sinking deep.
Splatter, splatter, splatter!
Blood bloomed like flowers; life wilted.
After slaughtering the betrayer, Jiang Feng stood on the windowsill, arms spread, embracing the night's final calm.
Thud—his body hit the ground, a mangled mess.
Wait, too hasty! He couldn't die yet!
Trembling, Jiang Feng raised a hand… unlocked his phone.
Cleared browser history…
Erased e-book records…
Typed a final "1" in the seed group…
Then closed his eyes, departing with dignity.
PS: Trust me, typing "1" here triggers a (transmigration)!
Transmigration Break
"Like this—energy control, restrained but ready, fluid release."
"Like… this?" Mali asked.
Jiang Feng nodded, pleased. A month into this transmigrated life, he'd finally hit his stride.
To thank him, Mali stayed late, eager to learn new skills. Jiang Feng, ever the teacher, was thrilled to guide her.
The goal: teach her Morpeko to master Stockpile, Swallow, and Spit Up—a killer combo.
"I… Morpeko's kinda dumb. Be patient, okay?" Mali said, head bowed, recalling how she'd accidentally hurt his Pokémon last time.
"No worries, I'll teach you everything!" Jiang Feng grinned.
"Okay, Morpeko, learn well!" Mali released her Pokémon, and Jiang Feng dove into coaching.
Stockpile was rare, and Mali, as a trainer, lacked experience with it. Her moves were clumsy, but Jiang Feng was patient, guiding tirelessly.
Morpeko mastering Stockpile, Swallow, and Spit Up would gain a versatile edge in battle.
"Steady now, control the energy," Jiang Feng instructed.
"After Stockpiling, if health's low, use Swallow to recover."
"To finish foes, use Spit Up. Damage scales with Stockpile stacks."
"More stacks, longer charge, bigger boom."
"Got it, Teacher Jiang!" Mali puffed her cheeks, focused.
PS: Pure teaching, no funny business!
One Month Earlier, Spike Town
Spike Town housed a third-rate Pokémon university, Spike Academy. Limited resources meant students trained for six months post-high school before a grand tournament. Top performers could transfer to elite universities or travel to challenge Gyms.
In the girls' lounge, Mali, a twin-tailed cutie, practiced her smile in front of a mirror, prepping for the tournament. She aimed to charm her "brain-dead" fans with the perfect grin.
"Corners up a bit more…"
"Still off—needs to be natural!" She tugged her cheeks, crafting a captivating smile.
Spike Town's flower! Sword and Shield's fan-favorite: Mali!
Mature readers, picture her: punk leather jacket, pure yet aloof vibe, petite frame, paired with the ferocious Morpeko—a perfect contrast. Who wouldn't swoon? Trendy twin-tails, edgy punk style, dark-cute charm, and a finger-point smile more healing than a golden shuriken.
Jiang Feng admitted: that unique smile made his heart skip half a beat.
Her glance could topple empires, outshine all beauties!
Was this love at first sight?
Pfft—nonsense! As a decade-long novel reader, Jiang Feng knew better. Pure lust, nothing more.
Days into the Pokémon world, he embraced his new identity as a "wild chicken" university student. Screw love! Reborn, handsomer than some readers, he'd ditch the simp life and become a Sea King!
Click—Jiang Feng strolled into the lounge.
"Eek! This is the girls' lounge! How'd you get in?" Mali flushed, bubble-tea-pot-level shy.
"So embarrassing, you saw me!"
Her shy bow was like a lotus trembling in a cool breeze.
"Girls' lounge? No way, the sign says guys' lounge," Jiang Feng said, scratching his head, pointing at the door. "Some hotshot must've swapped it."
He shifted gears: "Practicing your smile? It's gorgeous, like spring flowers—stunning. That finger-point grin? Super wow!"
"R-Really?" Mali beamed, her practice validated, blooming like a flower. She vowed to flash her best smile post-victory for her true fans.
"Totally! It hits all my spots!" Jiang Feng grinned. "That soft smile's sweet as plum sauce."
"Ever tried plum sauce?"
Mali's eyes sparkled, curious: "Plum sauce? Is it sweet?"
When it came to sweets, she was all ears.
"Sweet as love itself—my family's 18-year secret recipe!" Jiang Feng teased.
Mali's big eyes gleamed with freshman naivety and senior simplicity.
"Really? Spike Town folks don't lie to Spike Town folks!"