The Bottom Trainer In The Pokémon World

Chapter 1 A Different Pokémon World

late autumn.

Withered and yellow leaves floated down from the air in a whirl, adding a bit of color to the blunt and rough streets.

On the mottled telephone pole, a few crows hoarse their throats, but no one pays any attention.

A dark, cramped alley somewhere in Saffron City.

A scrawny figure lay in the messy garbage heap, in the filthy dirty water that flowed recklessly.

Withered faces, tattered clothes, and bare feet covered in mud.

The figure was silent, as if the heartbeat had been silent.

It's just that the hand on the chest is holding a red and white ball.

The fingertips are white, and the veins are abrupt.

suddenly.

The man's eyelids twitched, and he sat up abruptly from the ground with a rapid panting.

The eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog were full of confusion, and gradually became clear.

Memories are like backflowing spring water, wantonly impacting consciousness.

Sit for a while.

I gradually understood my situation.

His name is Xia Yan. He was born in a poor family in Saffron City. His parents died prematurely due to overwork.

Since birth, he has only one goal, to live.

And now, the original Xia Yan died, and the one who woke up again was an ordinary person from a distant world.

"I'm still alive?" with disbelief.

looked down.

The dirt in the fingers, the jagged ribs that can be seen, and the Poké Ball in the hand that was a little stiff from the force.

Through the transparent red glass, a petite yellow figure can be seen inside.

"Pokémon."

Clap la la.

Soaring in the sky suddenly drizzled, casting a veil on the whole city.

The raindrops slapped the thin body, and the ice cold penetrated into the bone marrow, bit by bit taking away the remaining body temperature.

A biting chill swept through consciousness.

Xia Yan felt the colic in his abdomen and the dryness of his lips.

Compared with these, the bone-chilling coolness was what he was most worried about.

He stretched out his hand, took some rainwater and sent it to his mouth, which relieved the dry mouth a little.

"I can't go on like this, I need food, I need shelter, I need warm clothes."

Xia Yan is very clear about his current Contest Condition.

The frail body can't stand any Laser Focus at all.

Even if it's just rain.

"Brother, that kid just ran here"

Suddenly.

A subtle voice passed through the thin rain curtain and entered Xia Yan's ears.

It was just a few quick footsteps.

Xia Yan squinted his eyes, supported his knees with difficulty, and staggered to stand up from the dirty water. The soles of his feet immersed in the water gradually lost consciousness and became stiff.

Under the rain curtain, three figures from far to near.

Da da da.

Step on the rain.

He quickly passed through the hazy water vapor and appeared in front of Xia Yan.

The leader was a fierce-looking man with a ferocious scar on his face, and his ferocious eyes seemed to eat people.

When the swept eyes fell on the Poké Ball in Xia Yan's hands, the greed became unstoppable.

"Big brother, it's him!" The dog-legged Power Trip next to the scarred man pointed at Xia Yan, his long and narrow eyes flashing, and the depths of his eyes were full of greed.

This knife-scarred man Xia Yan knew.

It is a gangster who roams this street. Because of his vicious methods, his actions are quite arrogant, and he can be regarded as the leader of some gangsters.

But at the end of the day, he's just one of the bottom people in Saffron City.

For them at the bottom of the pack, the only way to change their fortunes is to get a Pokémon and enter the Trainer business.

Trainer is the mainstream of this world.

And Pokémon is the hardest fist in the world.

Without Pokémon, they're always just a bunch of people fighting to survive.

And now, Xia Yan has a Poké Ball in his hands!

Ka Ka Ka

The scarred man clenched his fists and walked towards Xia Yan with fierce eyes.

With his current weak body, he simply couldn't stand the punches from Laser Focus that had been fighting all the year round.

No words, no words.

For people like them, whether they are fighting for territory or food, their fists are justified.

Xia Yan knew this.

Looking at the scarred man who was getting closer, he tightened the Poké Ball in his hand.

This Poké Ball is a hot potato, but it is also an opportunity to change his fate, and it is also his only support at present.

He opened his mouth slightly, and with the peristalsis of his Adam's apple, the foul-smelling air was sucked into the lung lobes little by little.

Hold your breath.

Enjoying the burning pain in my lungs.

Press the button on the Poké Ball, followed by a red light, the Poké Ball opens, a petite, khaki body, segmented body, spikes on the head and tail, and seven pairs of pink gastropods Insect Pokémon appears between the two.

Weedle.

Very common Pokémon.

To Trainer, it is synonymous with weakness, while to ordinary people, they are gregarious and poisonous, and they are an unprovoked existence in the forest.

Such a weak Pokémon, which is not even as big as the Scar Man's fist, is not popular with the Trainers, but it has become a fragrant bun in the eyes of these underclassmen.

Seeing Weedle, the scarred man was startled at first, then quickly overshadowed by greed.

Desires can distort a person's cognition.

"Do you know what Pokémon this is? Do you know how to command a Pokémon?"

The look is violent, the voice is harsh.

Trainers are not just people who have Pokémon, but also need corresponding theoretical knowledge, understand Pokémon's abilities, habits, and characters, and know how to command them to fight and exert their due strength.

In the eyes of the man with scars, people like Xia Yan have almost exhausted all their energy just by living, how could it be possible to understand Pokémon, let alone command Pokémon to fight.

Even if it's a very common Weedle.

Xia Yan's face was cold.

Through the memory of his predecessor, he has already understood that this world is indeed the Pokémon world, but it is not the utopian Pokémon world in his impression of "you are good, I am good to him".

Here, humans are buried in the mouth of the vicious Pokémon, and it is not a minority to cherish Pokémon as the food on the human table.

There is no absolute friendship between people, and there are many intrigues and intrigues.

He was not a good person in his previous life. He had experienced social beatings and was well aware of the ugliness of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.

"Weedle, String Shot." Xia Yan said coldly, his voice weak but firm.

Hearing his order, Weedle froze for a moment, then turned to look for the source of the sound.

Those small Black eyes met Xia Yan's unquestionable gaze.

The small body trembled slightly.

The scarred man who heard the words was startled at first, but when he saw Weedle's reaction, his smile became more cruel.

Taking strides, he rushed up.

There is a faint fear in the bottom of my heart, and it seems that I don't want to let the person in front of me say anything more.

The calloused fist was getting closer.

But Xia Yan stood there and didn't move, or couldn't move, just ordered again:

"String Shot!"

sizzle--

Suddenly.

When the scarred man's fist was only a few inches away from his face, a white seemingly thin thread quickly popped out and wrapped around the fist.

The scarred man was surprised.

He wanted to continue to exert force, but found that the silk thread spit out by the petite Weedle wrapped tightly around his fist, making it difficult to continue to move quickly.

Xia Yan took a step back, and the voice sounded again, which was so harsh in the ears of the scarred man.

"Weedle, Poison Barb."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp corners of Weedle's head lit up with a purple halo, and several tiny Poison Barbs glowing with cold light shot out, submerging into the strong arm.

In an instant, the scarred man's face turned red, and beads of sweat the size of beans ooze out from his forehead, hitting Poison Barb's arm, and circles of purple quickly spread and swelled.

poisoning.

The toxin spread rapidly, and the scarred man staggered and knelt down in front of Xia Yan.

With Weedle's current ability and poison, he won't die, but he will lose his mobility, there is no doubt.

Seeing that the two dogs behind him were wrong, they wanted to run away.

But I heard Xia Yan's long voice, "Run?"

Their footsteps stopped abruptly, and they turned around stiffly, with flattering expressions on their faces.

"This big brother, no! This Trainer."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xia Yan, "money, food, clothes, or death, choose one."

The frail body reveals an unquestionable coldness.

(End of this chapter)