Raylen and his new "master," Dolores, said goodbye to Miss Skirt and walked side by side toward a small standalone house.
Light purple vines climbed the outer wall, and a few tiny succulents sat neatly on the windowsill. It wasn't luxurious, but it felt warm, lived-in, and cozy. There was even a cute little second floor—more than enough for daily life.
Raylen could barely contain himself. He was dying to properly "communicate" with this master of his and raise their intimacy.
But the moment Dolores pushed open the wooden door—A huge fluffy fox-like head suddenly poked out.
It was an Alakazam.
"Mom, I'm home!"
Dolores's face bloomed into a sweet smile as she greeted her.
Then she pulled a disappointed, bewildered Raylen into the house.
This species mismatch was ridiculous. How could an Alakazam give birth to a Ralts?
Forget it. In a world this weird, maybe weird is normal. Why bother thinking about it?
He glanced around the house, wanting to see who her father was.
But that curiosity was doomed to fail.
This world didn't even have the concept of fathers.
"Father? What's that? A new kind of Pokémon?
"Dolores tilted her head and looked at Alakazam.
"Mom, do you know?"
"Maybe it's a newly discovered Pokémon," Alakazam said.
The fruit plate in her hands trembled, completely betraying the storm inside her heart.
As a seasoned old veteran, she knew far more than her innocent daughter.
Level 1? A divine-beast-tier Pokémon?
Those two things don't go together—ever.
Her daughter was about to go from crow to phoenix. Their family's entire fate was about to change.
She was practically screaming with joy on the inside, thanking every ancestor she had. Their household had finally struck fortune!
"You must be hungry. Have some fruit first,"Alakazam said, placing the plate on the table. Plump strawberries, crystal-clear grapes—Her gaze toward Raylen was full of awe and flattery.
"I'll go buy the best Pokémon food later. I won't let you suffer for even a second."
Raylen watched her try to act calm despite trembling nonstop.
He felt incredibly smug.
He hadn't even shown a sliver of real power, and everyone was already stunned. Being the center of attention like this? One word—awesome.
But right now…
His eyes drifted to Dolores's slender waist, a sly glint flashing in his gaze.
"Master, can I take a look at your room?"
His voice sounded obedient, but his mind was already spinning.
Pretty Pokémon? He wanted to experience them. Pretty girls? He wanted to experience them even more.
Otherwise, wasn't this whole reincarnation just wasted?
Food and lust—basic human nature. In Raylen's eyes, those male leads who didn't "spread their branches" were the ones truly going against human instinct, misleading others so they could hoard all the beauties for themselves.
Shameless, really.
As for true love?
Of course it existed.
And right now, he felt deep, overflowing true love toward his charming, adorable new master.
"Sure," Dolores said immediately, touched that her Pokémon cared about her personal life.
But before they could move—
Light footsteps sounded from upstairs.
"Big Sis? You're back?"
Dolores's face lit up. She hadn't expected her sister to return after being away training for more than two years. She rushed forward and hugged her tightly.
A figure stepped into view: a helmet-shaped head like a gladiator's helm, white face, pale cyan crest, slim body—green upper half, white lower half.
Wearing a graceful pink cheongsam.
[Pokémon Trainer: Gallade (Dorena)][Awakened] [Talent: +200% attribute boost to Fighting-type or Psychic-type Pokémon] [Current Pokémon 6/6: Judo Girl, Sword Girl, Ninja Girl, Witch Onee-san, Mage Onee-san, Housewife] [Evaluation: A girl determined to become the strongest Pokémon Trainer. Even her humble origins can't stop her from moving forward.]
A two-hundred-percent boost?
Raylen's pupils shrank.This was insane.
He finally understood what Miss Goth had meant by "no future."
These Pokémon Trainers weren't decorative side characters. They had talents that awakened and strengthened them—completely unlike Ash, who only shouted attack names and contributed nothing.
Realizing this, he glanced at the not-yet-evolved Dolores beside him, his feelings suddenly complicated.