Pokemon: Echoes of Adventure

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{With that outta the way on with the chapter!}

"talking"

(Thoughts)

*Sound effects*

{system or author}

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(POV Will)

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"...What" was all I could mutter out. 

I stared out at the endless horizon, my brain struggling to catch up with the fact that I was butt-naked in the middle of a burning desert.

*Rustle, rustle*

Eh?

A tumbleweed lazily rolled past me, as if mocking my existence.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. What was I even feeling? Confused? Tired? I wasn't angry or scared—just completely and utterly... lost.

"Well, at least one thing's for sure. This is definitely real, unlike that stupid dream…" I muttered to myself, feeling the sun's relentless heat scorching my back. The sizzling hot sand digging into my bare feet sealed the deal.

(How did I even get here? Was the beer that strong, or did I get kidnapped?)

Out of nowhere, a glowing, translucent screen popped up right in front of my face, words flashing on it in a rushed blur.

{Host's conclusion is correct. This is indeed real life—}

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screeched in surprise, flailing my leg out with a wild roundhouse kick that sent the screen spiraling away.

(...How the hell did I just do that?) I gawked at my leg in pure shock—I'd never taken a single self-defense class in my life!

Before I could even process it, the screen was back, floating inches from my face, flashing a new set of words.

{Host was able to perform such an action because of system-assisted reflex enhancements.}

My arm moved on instinct, jabbing the screen to the ground. Without thinking, I followed up with another kick, sending it blasting off again.

(My shoulder feels better?-…WHAT IS GOING ON!?) I didn't have time to catch my breath because there it was again—hovering in front of me—and I batted it away on instinct, again and again. I couldn't even get a chance to read what it was saying! It was like I was stuck in a bizarre game of Whack-a-Mole with a ghostly monitor.

This insane back-and-forth felt like it went on forever. The screen would float close, and my body would move to strike it, like I was on autopilot. I couldn't stop myself!

*Ting!*

Suddenly, my whole body locked up, and I toppled to the sand, stiff as a board. I couldn't move my hands, legs, head—nothing. Not even a single muscle.

The glass panel hovered over me, pulsing with a faint light.

{To prevent further instinctual reactions, the system has temporarily disabled the host's motor functions.}

(...A system?) My thoughts raced, bewildered at the thought of seeing something straight out of an anime. The screen's words blurred and then vanished, replaced by a fresh message.

{Yes, I am a system.}

(YOU CAN READ MY MIND!?) I was shocked at how such a thing could exist. I began to wonder where I was and what on earth was going on at this point.

{The host, you, have been selected for transfer to another world, which you, the host, are currently inhabiting.}

(…)

{...}

(Another world?! I thought I was in Egypt or something!) My mind spiraled. None of this made any sense—was I on some insane reality TV show? Maybe a prank? A dream like last time? No... I could feel it. This was too vivid, too raw. Am I really in another world?

(But why me? What did I do to deserve this?) Oddly, a strange sense of calm settled over me, almost like my mind was buffering, struggling to handle the absurdity of it all.

{You are an orphan… You had no close connections with your relatives, most of whom didn't even know you existed. Your future career wouldn't have left a meaningful mark on the world, and you weren't close to anyone. In short, you were a quiet introvert, living a life so unremarkable that if you vanished, no one would notice.}

(Ouch!) I winced internally as the system laid out my life with a bluntness that felt like a nuke to the gut.

{But—}

I perked up, holding my breath. Was there actually something good the system had to say about me?

{-because of your acts of kindness: letting people cut in line, buying a coffee for the person behind you, offering to carry heavy bags… Donating items you didn't need, picking up litter, leaving generous tips. Offering your seat on public transport, recognizing others' efforts… Paying for someone's toll, feeding expired meters, guiding lost tourists, thanking people for their hard work...}

My eyes couldn't handle the barrage of words, sending me into a spiral of dizziness. But it truly touched my soul that my small actions didn't go unnoticed. I never thought anyone noticed those little things I did.

{Hence, it was decided that you'd have a better shot somewhere you could truly make a difference instead of fading away.}

(Wow... I guess those small acts of kindness actually paid off in the end—)

{-And because the higher beings were bored, they thought it'd be fun to mess with the mortal realm via sending a random human to a new world.}

(Never mind. Spoke too soon…)

(Okay, seriously! You dragged me here for what? To play the hero? Save the world? Entertain some... cosmic spectators?) I wavered between defiance and confusion. But the screen just sat there, its pale blue glow unbothered by my outburst.

{None of the above.}

Then, with a faint pulse, the system seemed almost smug in its reticence, leaving me to wrestle with my growing impatience and confusion.

(what?) My patience was wearing thin, frustration creeping into my thoughts.

{System trial period up.}

{Survive for the given time period to qualify as permanent host to access more information. Timer: 01:00:00}

"What?" I stared dumbly as a one-hour countdown suddenly appeared on the screen, ticking down with each passing second. I wobbled slightly as control over my limbs abruptly returned along with my voice.

{00:59:36.54}

"...System?"

{00:59:34.12}

"System??"

{00:59:32.00}

"System!"

{00:59:30.28}

I kept shouting, my voice growing more desperate with each passing second. But there was no response—just the cold, relentless countdown ticking away, second by second.

"Bloody hell! You useless #$@$%@, why the hell do you exist you #%^@#$@% Fucking *&@#$!^ cunt! Cosmic whatever serving @^$!#$@%$ asshole!"

"Hah..haaa…"

I struggled to breathe, the air in my lungs spent on cursing out the system.

(Never mind this useless system. If it wants me to survive, then so be it—I'll survive!) I glared up at the vast, empty blue sky, not a single cloud in sight. A determination I hadn't felt in years suddenly surged through me.

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"SHIT!" I yelled, feeling the moisture in my eyes evaporate under the relentless heat.

The air shimmered around me, almost suffocating in its intensity, while the sand beneath my feet felt like molten glass. The horizon offered no solace, only an endless expanse of fiery dunes that seemed to mock my desperation.

(BUT HOW IN THE HELL DO I SURVIVE IN A DESERT IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?!) I panicked internally, dropping to the burning sand and cursing the system with every second that passed.

Hunched over and weighing my options, or more precisely, lack of opt—...ions?

"…eh?"

I noticed something strange. About twelve meters away, the sand was moving in a subtle but oddly rhythmic way, edging steadily closer to me.

Then, without warning, a small cactus sprouted from the ground.

"Eh?"

A sweet, almost intoxicating citrusy scent wafted through the air, reminiscent of vanilla or jasmine.

"Eh-..." I froze. I didn't know how or why, but all I could think about was that cactus. It called to me, demanding my attention, drawing me in.

My body moved on its own, creeping closer to the strange plant, but my instincts were screaming at me to stop. I knew I shouldn't go near it, but like a moth to a flame, I couldn't resist.

There was something about its innocent beauty that was utterly… captivating—and, in some way, utterly dangerous.

Kekekekeke

{WHO'S THAT POKEMON?}

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