Six hours ago, Albus had been an online magician, making a living by selling modified Pokémon on Taobao. He had just received a massive order to customize 300 top-tier, 6V Pokémon. Determined to complete the task, he was ready to pull an all-nighter. However, just as he finished modifying the first one, darkness swallowed his vision. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an entirely different world.
His body stiffened as a 30-centimeter green bug crawled over him. It was at that moment Albus finally accepted the truth—he had transmigrated into the world of Pokémon.
As a die-hard fan of Pokémon and a loner in his previous life, stepping into the world he adored should have been an exhilarating experience. However, his current predicament made it impossible to celebrate.
Damn it! Others who transmigrate usually end up in bustling cities with powerful Pokémon and plenty of resources. But him? He was thrown straight into a remote, uninhabited forest!
Just a few minutes ago, he had barely escaped from a swarm of Caterpie. But now, he had stumbled right into a dense thicket—home to a hive of Beedrill!
Anyone familiar with Pokémon knew that Beedrill were aggressive and extremely territorial. If someone trespassed into their domain, there was a 99.9% chance of being attacked.
As Albus gazed at the Beedrill lurking in the shadows, their red, glinting eyes and sharp, venomous needles sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed hard.
If those poisonous stingers pierced his body, wouldn't his career as a trainer end before it even began?
A sharp buzzing sound came from one of the Beedrill. Albus knew immediately—it was not a friendly greeting.
Sure enough, the bushes around him rustled. More Beedrill emerged, their ruby-like eyes glistening menacingly.
Without a second thought, Albus turned and bolted.
The rapid vibrations of Beedrill wings buzzed behind him, getting dangerously close.
Ahead, the forest split into two paths. Seeing the fork in the road, Albus suddenly felt like he was playing a real-life version of Temple Run.
"Puchi!"
A searing pain shot through his waist, yanking him back to reality.
Shit! He had been stung! The burning sensation spread instantly.
Am I going to die here? Albus thought grimly.
Just then, his eyes caught sight of something—a river to his left.
Tears of relief almost welled up in his eyes.
Without hesitation, he veered toward the river and dove in.
At that moment, he thanked every stroke he had ever learned—his ability to swim was the only thing keeping him alive now.
Cold water rushed into his ears and nostrils as he thrashed forward. In his panic, his hands brushed against something solid.
Opening his eyes underwater, he came face to face with a creature covered in red scales, staring blankly at him.
Oh my god… isn't that a Magikarp?!
The Magikarp, startled, struggled wildly. Its frantic movements knocked Albus off balance. The current carried him away before he could react.
The next moment, he experienced firsthand what it felt like to have cold water mercilessly slap against his face.
His vision blurred, his head spun, and to make matters worse—he still couldn't surface.
Looking up through the water, he saw the Beedrill hovering above. They weren't giving up so easily.
He had no choice but to keep moving.
Holding his breath, Albus pushed forward, following the current.
Every ten meters, he surfaced briefly for air before diving again.
He had no idea how long he swam, but when he finally confirmed that the Beedrill were no longer chasing him, he dragged himself onto land, exhausted.
Looking down at the water's reflection, Albus was momentarily taken aback.
Even though his body was twenty years younger, he recognized himself instantly.
Damn… I was already this handsome at ten?
His clothes, however, were completely soaked.
Observing his surroundings, he noticed the leaves turning yellow—autumn had arrived.
He was still wearing the same clothes from before he transmigrated—a white short-sleeved shirt, a blue sports jacket, and gray sweatpants.
Taking a deep breath, Albus assessed his situation. For now, he was safe.
Carefully, he removed his jacket and checked his wound.
The translucent purple stinger hadn't fully penetrated his skin, thanks to his clothing.
Using a leaf, he carefully pulled the poisonous needle out. Immediately, the skin around the wound turned faintly purple, accompanied by a dull burning sensation.
Poison.
Albus' heart sank.
In the Pokémon world, poison caused creatures to weaken until they eventually collapsed. But what about humans?
He didn't dare to imagine the worst-case scenario.
As if things couldn't get any worse, his stomach growled loudly.
Hunger.
Earlier, he had noticed various berries growing on the trees. In this world, these were known as Pokémon Berries.
Each berry had different effects—Cheri Berries cured paralysis, Rawst Berries healed burns, and Pecha Berries…
Pecha Berries cured poison!
But could Pokémon Berries work on humans?
Aside from berries, he had also spotted fish swimming in the river.
So, normal animals did exist in this world alongside Pokémon.
For now, he needed to rest.
Laying his jacket on the ground, Albus lay back and closed his eyes. His body was completely drained from the recent ordeal.
Through the gaps in the trees, he gazed up at the clear sky.
His top priority was to get out of the forest, find civilization, and cure the poison.
Finding a Pecha Berry was a gamble—he couldn't rely on luck alone.
As he pondered his next steps, he suddenly felt something hard press against his waist.
Frowning, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small purple sphere.
Where… did this come from?
As soon as he touched it, the sphere expanded, returning to its normal size.
The color—purple on top, white on the bottom, with a distinctive "M" emblem above the button—
A Master Ball?!
Albus was stunned.
How was this possible?
Tentatively, he pressed the button.
With a click, the Master Ball opened. A beam of white light shot out, materializing into a Pokémon.
A bird with orange feathers emerged.
Well… not completely orange. Its chest and neck were covered in bright white feathers, resembling a napkin neatly tied around its neck.
"Gah?"
The bird tilted its head, staring at Albus with round, clueless eyes.
Albus stared back.
For a moment, silence filled the air.
Then, a flood of information rushed into his mind.
[Pokémon Identified]
Species: Will Young ♂ (Shiny)
Type: Flying/Water
Ability: Missile Launcher
Base Stats: 1530 (HP: 255, Attack: 255, Defense: 255, Sp. Atk: 255, Sp. Def: 255, Speed: 255)
Known Moves: [Precipice Blades], [Origin Pulse], [Sacred Sword], [Roar of Time]
(Note: This story does not follow the traditional four-move limit. Please don't ask.)
Current Mood: &#?+!#
Physical Condition: Perfect
Friendliness: 100 (You are its favorite trainer; it loves you more than itself.)
Albus' jaw nearly hit the ground.
Wasn't this the first Pokémon he had modified for a customer?!
Will Young—the Shiny Cramorant from the Galar region!
In the game, its Pokédex entry stated:
"Though Will Young is extremely forgetful, it will never forget a trainer it trusts. However, if someone tries to steal its food, it will attack mercilessly—even if it's the trainer."
Not only had Will Young been modified to have god-like stats, but the Pokémon Modifier software had also come along for the ride!
He could already see its interface in his mind!