This incident made Sunny fully realize something.
The Pokémon world was not as full of love and kindness as it appeared in the anime.
Deep within the jungle, the law of the jungle ruled everything.
It was a brutal world where the strong preyed on the weak.
For a Bug-type Pokémon to be eaten by a bird Pokémon was simply… natural.
Sunny fell silent.
In such a cruel world, could he really survive?
He had been born at the very bottom of the food chain.
A Bug-type Pokémon with a naturally short lifespan.
A Weedle, a species with extremely low potential.
How long could something like that survive here?
Not every Weedle could become Giovanni's Beedrill from the anime.
Dreams were fine—but being overly ambitious was dangerous.
"No matter what, I still have to try," Sunny muttered calmly. "What if I actually succeed?"
He had already died once.
Yet for some unknown reason, he had been reborn.
Wasn't that already a miracle?
Even if he had been reborn as a bug, he would still live an exciting life.
He would witness all those incredible Pokémon he had only seen in the anime.
Maybe even meet the protagonists one day.
Sunny's mood instantly improved.
"But wait… if I transmigrated, shouldn't I have a golden finger?"
According to web novel tropes, every transmigration protagonist had some kind of cheat ability.
So where was his?
"System? System?"
…
A gust of wind blew through the leaves.
The branches rustled softly.
But the "Ding!" sound he was hoping for never came.
"No system?"
"Then it must be a status panel, right?"
"Deep Blue, add some points for me!"
Deep Blue didn't appear.
But a panel did.
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[ID]: Sunny
[Species]: Weedle (Shiny)
[Level]: 1
[Gender]: Male
[Type]: Bug / Poison
[Aptitude]: Blue [Details]
[Item]: None
[Ability]: Run Away [Details]
[Talent]: Perfect Bug-Type [Details]
[Height]: 0.1 m
[Weight]: 1.0 kg
[Moves]:
• Poison Sting [Details]
• String Shot [Details]
---
"Huh?"
Sunny stared at the panel carefully.
"Who removed my add points button?"
He checked every corner of the interface in his mind.
Nothing.
No upgrade button.
No stat allocation.
It seemed to be purely informational.
The more Sunny looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
"…Wait a minute."
"Isn't this the mini-game I was developing before I died?!"
Oh.
Right.
He removed that button himself.
Well… that explained it.
No problem then.
…
NO PROBLEM MY ASS!!!
Sunny completely lost it.
If Weedle had arms, he would probably be slapping himself repeatedly right now.
If he had known he would be reborn as a weak Weedle, he would have designed that mini-game to be insanely overpowered.
Starting as Genesect.
Devouring the heavens and earth.
Infinite stat allocation.
Broken abilities everywhere.
He could have added anything he wanted!
But now?
Too late.
He had never expected that the half-finished mini-game he created purely for fun would become his golden finger.
This wasn't self-entertainment.
This was self-torture.
Still… his Aptitude wasn't bad.
Based on the ranking system—White → Green → Blue → Purple → Red—his Blue aptitude was the third tier.
For a Weedle, that was actually very good.
Sunny took a deep breath and nervously opened the Details section for his Talent.
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[Perfect Bug-Type]
As the name suggests, it's perfect.
This is the most awesome Bug-type talent designed by me, Lan! With this talent, becoming a Bug God is just around the corner!
1. Can absorb the Abilities of other Bug-type Pokémon.
2. There is no 2. I, Lan Tianan, always mean what I say and don't need to explain myself!
Note:
Bug-type Abilities may conflict. Perfection is only theoretical. If you forcefully absorb them… hey, look at this firecracker, it's so big and round—look at this skyrocket, it's so long and thin…
---
The moment he finished reading, Sunny felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.
The panel practically screamed cheap developer humor.
Sunny trembled with anger.
He had actually made himself cry from his own stupidity.
What was he even thinking when he designed this?
Why did he leave such ridiculous developer notes?!
Truly—
Humanity's greatest enemy was oneself.
This move… this move was called "I killed myself."
Sunny expressionlessly closed the panel.
Then he plucked a nearby leaf and began chewing it slowly, trying to calm down.
"Fortunately… I was reborn," he muttered.
"If this mini-game had actually been released, that would have been unbelievably embarrassing."
"Well… internal damage only."
"At least the talent itself isn't bad."
"Much better than having nothing."
Sunny began analyzing the ability carefully.
"Absorbing the Abilities of Bug-type Pokémon…"
"If used properly, this is definitely a god-tier skill."
"Hahaha!"
"Even if I'm just a Weedle, so what?"
"I'll still become the strongest!"
"I'll become a Bug God!"
Sunny's heart burned with excitement.
How powerful was Genesect?
Once he found one, its Ability would become his.
…
Then reality hit him.
He froze.
He was currently just a tiny Weedle.
Who exactly could he beat?
The strongest Abilities belonged to the strongest Pokémon.
And with his current strength?
Sunny angrily bit off another leaf.
Then he entered full eating mode.
No matter what, the most important thing right now was getting stronger as fast as possible.
His small mandibles beneath the red horn continuously sliced through leaves.
Before long, an entire leaf disappeared, leaving only the thick stem behind.
Too hard.
His newborn body simply couldn't chew through it.
Sunny casually tossed it aside, grabbed another leaf, and continued eating.
Slowly but visibly, his body began to grow.
The growth wasn't fast—but it proved that his efforts were working.
Still…
How much could a newborn bug eat?
After about ten leaves, Sunny felt completely full.
Normally, a Weedle could eat an amount of leaves equal to its own body weight.
But even reaching this point already required his human willpower to suppress his body's instinct to stop.
He didn't dare eat more.
If he forced it, he was afraid his body might literally burst open.
So he turned his attention elsewhere.
Training.
Right now, he only had two moves:
Poison Sting and String Shot.
Poison Sting required him to stab an enemy with the sharp stinger on his head, poisoning them.
Unfortunately, he had no enemies to practice on.
He also worried that stabbing leaves might create too much movement and attract predators.
So the only move he could safely practice was String Shot.
But even String Shot required technique.
Weedle's silk could bind enemies.
Then—
Once the opponent was immobilized…
He could move in and deliver a Poison Sting.
A perfect early-game combo.
Anyone hit by that combination would probably be finished.
Which meant String Shot was extremely important.
Accuracy.
Distance.
Thickness.
Stickiness.
All of it required practice.
Fortunately…
Sunny had plenty of patience.