Chapter 0: Prologue
"Do you like Pokémon?"
An ancient voice echoed through the air.
The young man lying on his bed heard the mysterious voice coming from nowhere. Confusion filled his eyes, and for the first time, a trace of surprise appeared on his usually expressionless face.
"…Yes. I like them."
Anyone who knows about the world of Pokémon would find it hard to dislike those cute or powerful creatures, right?
"If you could travel to a world where Pokémon truly exist, would you be willing?"
"…I'm very willing."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the ancient voice vanished. A faint look of disappointment appeared on his face. He got out of bed to search for the source of the voice, but before he could even open the bedroom door, a sudden wave of dizziness struck him.
Before his consciousness completely faded, the corners of his lips lifted slightly — as if he already knew what would happen next.
In those final moments, memories of his life flashed through his mind.
The young man's name was Alex, and he was twenty years old. This should have been the age to step into society, achieve greatness, and spread one's wings. Yet he possessed none of the vitality expected of youth — only endless sorrow.
His life could be described as a series of misfortunes.
His parents died when he was three years old. From then on, he lived with his Second Uncle, growing up amid constant scolding and physical punishment.
He had no friends. Someone trapped in depression every day would naturally have none. Solitude and loneliness had long been his only companions. After graduating from junior high, he dropped out and entered society early to work.
Later, after experiencing the betrayal of his only friend and the cruelty of reality, he sank completely into despair.
He locked himself inside a rented room, living in a daze for days. No one cared about him, and he no longer needed anyone's concern.
Inside the small room — barely the size of a student dormitory — a large four-legged stuffed toy stood out. It was nearly as big as a human. Yet Alex never minded the space it occupied, because it held special meaning for him.
Whenever he couldn't sleep, he would hug it and drift into dreams.
Whenever he felt he could no longer endure life, looking into its majestic yet gentle eyes gave him the strength to keep going. It was his emotional support.
People who lose hope in life always find something to comfort their souls.
Pokémon had been his favorite since childhood. When his cousin watched the anime, he would quietly watch alongside him. He deeply longed for that warm and joyful world — a world that seemed forever out of reach.
After learning more about the Pokémon world as he grew older, Alex did not prefer cute Pokémon like most people. Instead, he loved the mysterious and unpredictable Legendary Pokémon.
Perhaps it was because he felt weak — and therefore yearned for strength even more.
Among countless Pokémon, there will always be one that touches your heart.
When he saw a certain Pokémon in a movie, he immediately knew it would be his favorite. The story left a deep impression on him.
Even if that version was only an illusion, it didn't matter.
After all, it carried the same image, and Alex believed the real one would be the same.
So he saved money for a long time. Most of his salary had to be handed over, leaving him with little — yet he still bought a highly realistic Pokémon doll without hesitation.
No one knew how happy he was when he brought it back to his room. It was the happiest moment of his life.
His friend once mocked him for being childish — buying Pokémon toys at his age and even talking to a stuffed doll.
Alex ignored the ridicule.
There was nothing wrong with being childish. Perhaps this doll was more reliable than any friend.
He never expected that thought to come true.
He eventually lost his best friend.
The blow was painful, but thanks to this special companion, he recovered quickly.
His memories slowly faded.
Alex looked one last time at the beloved doll that had accompanied him for so many years. He returned its gaze with reverence, as if saying farewell — and as if waiting for an answer.
As their eyes met, Alex seemed to understand something. A great sense of relief filled his heart.
Then he completely lost consciousness.
His soul drifted into an unknown place.
Several days later, the police found Alex dead in his rented room. The cause of death remained under investigation.
But none of that mattered anymore.
No one noticed the faint flicker of light within the eyes of the seemingly new toy…
In an empty void, an alpaca-like Pokémon lay peacefully asleep. It appeared harmless, yet anyone familiar with Pokémon would immediately recognize it.
It was the legendary Creator God — Arceus.
Its body was mostly white, tipped with claw-like appendages. Sharp horns extended from its head, and a golden ring-like structure surrounded its body. A crown-like design rested upon its forehead, symbolizing its status as the "God of Pokémon."
As if sensing something, Arceus slowly opened its eyes. His gaze was sharp and radiant, carrying an aura of deep mystery and overwhelming majesty.
"…Hmm. Interesting. Such a pure soul is extremely rare. And such passion for my world is even harder to find."
Though expressionless, a slight ripple stirred within Arceus's heart.
As the god of the Pokémon world, this was not the first time he had encountered souls from other worlds. In fact, he had seen many — all permitted by him.
He simply wished to observe how foreign souls would behave in his world and what feats they might accomplish. For the Creator God, who spent endless days in his temple, bored beyond measure, this was merely a form of entertainment.
Yet most of them had disappointed him.
The darkness of human nature too easily created chaos.
Oppression. Exploitation. Slavery. Abuse.
Although such problems existed in every world, the frequency among these outsiders was far too high.
If not for a few souls who truly integrated into this world, perhaps this world would have long rejected outsiders entirely.
But this soul was different.
Very interesting.
Arceus decided to intervene slightly.
Didn't this soul particularly like that Pokémon? Then he would grant it an opportunity — allowing it to be reborn in a place connected to that existence.
Whether they would meet afterward was not his concern.
Even for such an intriguing soul, the great Creator God would not pay excessive attention. At most, he would grant it a few extra abilities compared to others.
In truth, he granted special abilities to every outsider — though most never learned how to use them.
Arceus softly muttered an ancient incantation. A mysterious chant echoed through the void. When it ended, a sphere of white light appeared and plunged like a meteor into the depths of the wandering soul.
The soul then departed, searching for its place of rebirth.
Having finished his task, Arceus prepared to return to sleep. Just before closing his eyes, he suddenly felt he had forgotten something.
After thinking briefly—
Ah. This soul would not regain memories of its previous life until the age of five. And there were also some side effects to the abilities he granted.
Forget it. Too troublesome.
If anything happened, Dialga, Palkia, and the others would handle it.
Now, the great Creator God — Arceus — would do what he considered most important:
Continue sleeping.
Who knew what would happen when he awakened again?
Surely by then, the soul would have encountered one of his avatars.
After all, a person's future ultimately depends on themselves.
[Registration Point]
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