Welcome to the world of Pokémon!
The script system has been bound. Host: Yuuto!
What? Huh?
Yuuto's consciousness was still fuzzy when a strange mechanical voice suddenly rang out.
It was cold and emotionless.
Yet it echoed directly inside his mind.
Yuuto remembered clearly that he'd just gone out to buy the latest limited-edition rare Pokémon merchandise.
But right after leaving home... "We are all living with all our might..."
A song drifted from behind him.
His vision went black, and when he came to, this bizarre mechanical voice was greeting him.
The Pokémon world?
Did I transmigrate?
Yuuto's mind buzzed.
Randomly selecting region...
The cold mechanical voice ignored Yuuto's questions entirely.
It simply continued its process.
Region selection successful — Kanto Region.
Script distribution in progress. Please choose a script, Host.
A light screen unfolded before Yuuto's eyes.
Three clear options floated on it.
1. Ash's Script!
2. Gary's Script!
3. Misty's Script!
Yuuto was stunned.
Choose a script?
Does this mean I'm starting over in the Pokémon world?
Is this real or just some dream?
His breathing quickened.
The real Pokémon world!
That yellow rodent that shoots electricity.
The turtle that blasts water.
The toad that carries garlic around its neck.
And all those living Trainers, Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Champions... and most importantly, the heroines he'd only ever seen in anime and games!
The charming and alluring young woman, Delia.
The lively and cute Misty.
The sexy and cool Ice-type Elite Four member, Lorelei.
The curvaceous and enchanting Officer Jenny family.
Even Team Rocket's beautiful executive...
As a die-hard veteran Pokémon fan, Yuuto trembled with excitement.
He quickly focused and began seriously examining the three scripts the system had provided.
But there was one issue.
What exactly did "script" mean here?
If he chose one, would he have to live through everything the original character experienced?
After the Host selects a script, the system will reasonably erase the original character's existence from the Pokémon world. The Host will then replace them with a logical new identity and proceed to perform the corresponding new script.
The system offered a timely explanation.
Different main quests will be triggered depending on the chosen script.
Interacting with people, events, or objects connected to the original character may also trigger additional system quests, with generous rewards upon completion.
Several lines of small text appeared on the light screen at the same time.
Oh, I get it!
Yuuto's eyes lit up.
It's basically a role-playing game!
He'd inherit the original character's timeline, plotline, and relationships.
But now he'd live it all out himself!
And extra quests could pop up anywhere.
He could rack up system rewards!
This system was pretty awesome...
Yuuto licked his lips.
He immediately started analyzing the three scripts in detail.
Ash, Gary, Misty.
All key figures in the early Kanto region.
Wait!
Misty's script?
I'm a guy!
What would picking Misty's script even mean?
Could it be...!
Yuuto quickly checked under his belt to confirm, then let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, still mighty as ever."
Then Misty's script was an instant pass. He was heading to Kanto, not Johto.
If he chose Misty, all the quest triggers would probably involve guys... Ugh~ just thinking about it made his butt clench.
Decisively eliminated.
Now it was down to Ash and Gary.
Gary... Yuuto stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Professor Oak's biological grandson.
Pallet Town's golden boy.
He started with a luxury sports car.
A squad of beautiful cheerleaders followed him everywhere.
Resources, status, connections—he had it all.
Choosing him would make the journey smooth sailing.
A true winner-in-life start.
But... was being too smooth really a good thing?
Yuuto frowned.
A script that stable meant fewer chances to trigger extra system quests.
Those system rewards might end up being way more valuable than anything Gary already had!
By comparison, Ash's script... perpetually single.
The Release Master.
Legendary Pokémon magnet.
Type-advantage genius.
Team Rocket's personal punching bag.
This script was simply perfect!
From start to finish, it was packed with "surprises" and "opportunities."
Just wandering around the map could land you a plot-triggering quest.
Plus, Ash was constantly surrounded by female characters.
Misty, May, Dawn, Serena...
And Ash's storyline stretched on forever.
From Kanto to Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos, Alola, Galar... Along the way, he met countless girls.
The odds of triggering system quests were sky-high.
Rewards would come pouring in.
With that thought, Yuuto had already made up his mind.
I choose Ash's script!
Script confirmed — Ash.
Reasonably erasing the existence of the original Ash...
Erasure successful!
Constructing a reasonable world identity for Host Yuuto...
Construction successful!
Script loaded. Wishing the Host a perfect life in the new world.
The Host will be teleported to Kanto, Pallet Town, in 3 seconds!
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The instant the countdown hit zero, Yuuto felt the ground vanish beneath his feet.
It was like plunging into a bottomless abyss.
A wave of weightlessness hit him.
All he could hear was the roaring wind.
The next second, his feet slammed down solidly again, and a splashing sound filled his ears.
It was rain.
Cold raindrops pelted his face.
Yuuto opened his eyes.
His vision was still blurry.
He was standing on a road.
Lush trees lined both sides.
In the distance, the faint outlines of a few houses were visible.
The sky was gray.
Rain poured down in sheets.
This is Pallet Town?
Yuuto wiped the rain from his face.
Before he could take a closer look around...
A blinding light suddenly shot toward him from ahead.
The next instant—BANG!!!
With a heavy thud, Yuuto was sent flying, crashing hard onto the wet road.
Agonizing pain exploded through his body.
But strangely, the expected fatal injuries—or even death—didn't come.
Detected: Host has suffered a fatal impact.
Newbie protection mechanism activated.
Life signs stable.
The system's notification chimed in his mind.
Yuuto instantly understood.
Newbie protection... like a famous sword guarding the newcomer, huh...
He lay there gasping for breath.
He hadn't died, but the pain was still brutal.
His whole body felt like it had been shattered.
Damn it, what is this!
Hit by a truck before transmigrating, and hit by a truck after transmigrating.
Yuuto cursed inwardly.
Just then, hurried footsteps splashed closer.
"Are... are you okay?!"
A flustered female voice rang out.
Her voice was pleasant.
Carrying the unique charm of a mature woman.
And a slight tremble.
She was clearly terrified.
Yuuto managed to turn his head.
His gaze traveled upward from the bottom.
The first thing he saw...
Was a pair of exquisite black-stockinged legs.
The stockings were soaked from the rain.
Clinging tightly to her slender, straight calves.
Above that, plump and rounded thighs with graceful lines that were impossible to look away from.
Further up, a blue hip-hugging skirt.
Right now, because she was squatting, it stretched taut over her perky rear, outlining an absolutely breathtaking curve.
The rain had drenched the hem, faintly revealing darker fabric underneath.
Continuing upward...
A slender waist.
Then... Yuuto's breathing caught.
A pink tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt.
Also drenched.
Clinging to her body like a second skin.
Clearly outlining two towering, astonishingly full contours.
Through the soaked fabric, he could even make out the pattern of the black lace bra beneath.
Her deep cleavage was faintly visible.
Raindrops slid down into it.
The sight was so intense that Yuuto nearly got a nosebleed.
The beautiful young woman leaned down a bit more. Her chest swayed with gravity, forming an alluring arc.
"Can... can you speak?"
"I'll call an ambulance right away!"
The young woman frantically pulled out a handheld communicator.
Her fingers were shaking.
Only then did Yuuto tear his eyes away from the gravity-defying view and continue upward.
A slender neck.
Exquisite collarbones.
Finally, a beautiful face filled with anxiety and worry.
She looked to be almost thirty.
Mature and charming, with tenderness in her eyes and just a hint of girlish innocence.
Her wet brown hair clung to her cheeks.
Hmm? This face... isn't it...
The familiar image gradually overlapped with the one in his memory.
A name slipped out of Yuuto's mouth instantly.
"Delia... Mom?"