Pokémon:Nexus Asencion

[Day 2 - Nexus Realm]

The rising sun painted the horizon with streaks of amber and gold, casting long shadows across the untamed wilderness. Erik stood at the edge of a dense forest, his makeshift bandages tight around his ribs, and Riolu perched weakly on his shoulder. The little Pokémon had recovered enough to move, though Erik insisted it rest as much as possible.

Survive, Adapt, Ascend.

The Nexus System's mantra echoed in his mind like an unwelcome companion. But it wasn't just a voice in his head—it was the difference between life and death.

The Wild Zone

Erik's first real glimpse of the world beyond his crash site was awe-inspiring and terrifying in equal measure. Towering trees stretched high into the sky, their canopies thick and woven together like natural fortresses. The ground was uneven, dotted with jagged rocks, overgrown roots, and patches of wildflowers that seemed too vibrant to be natural.

But what caught his attention were the Pokémon.

A flock of Fearow circled above like vultures, their sharp cries piercing the morning air. In the distance, a herd of Tauros stampeded across a plain, their hooves shaking the ground. Closer to the forest edge, a group of Scyther perched silently in the trees, their scythe-like arms glinting menacingly in the sunlight.

This wasn't the safe, sanitized Pokémon world of the games.

This was nature at its rawest—brutal, unforgiving, and indifferent to human life.

[System Alert: Entering The Wild Zone - Difficulty Level: Moderate]

[New Status Effect: Environmental Hazard Active]

• Wild Pokémon aggression increased.

• Resource scarcity detected.

• Survival instincts required.

Erik scowled at the notification.

No kidding.

First Encounter

The forest thickened as Erik ventured deeper, the sounds of civilization long gone. He moved cautiously, his eyes scanning for threats. The Nexus System highlighted potential dangers with faint red outlines—a useful feature, but not foolproof.

Suddenly, Riolu's ears twitched. It growled softly.

From the underbrush, a pair of glowing red eyes emerged.

A Beedrill.

But not just any Beedrill—this one was massive, nearly the size of Erik himself, with sharp, venom-dripping stingers and wings that buzzed like a chainsaw.

[Wild Beedrill (Level 15) - Aggressive Variant Detected]

[Status: Highly Hostile | Speed Buff Active]

I can't fight that head-on.

Erik's mind raced. He wasn't strong enough yet. Riolu was still injured, and even at full strength, this Beedrill was faster, stronger, and angrier.

Think like it's a strategy game.

He scanned the environment. To his left—a fallen tree with a hollow trunk. To the right—a rocky slope with loose gravel. Behind him—thick vines dangling from an ancient oak.

"Riolu, feint left—draw its attention. Don't engage!"

Riolu darted left, narrowly avoiding the Beedrill's first lunge. The insect's stinger embedded itself into the tree with a sickening thunk, momentarily stuck.

"Now! Quick Attack—aim for the wing!"

Riolu struck the Beedrill's wing with precision, sending it spiraling off-balance.

Erik didn't waste a second. He sprinted toward the vines, grabbing one and pulling with all his strength. The vine snapped free, dislodging a heavy, rotted branch overhead.

The makeshift trap worked.

The branch crashed down, pinning the Beedrill beneath it. It buzzed furiously, struggling to free itself.

[Enemy Status: Immobilized (Temporary)]

Not dead… but good enough.

Erik collapsed to the ground, panting.

That wasn't a battle—it was a war for survival.

A Chance Encounter

After escaping the Beedrill, Erik stumbled upon something unexpected—a trail.

Not an animal path, but a man-made trail, faint but undeniable. Hope surged in his chest.

Following it cautiously, he soon spotted smoke rising in the distance—a campfire.

Finally, civilization.

But as he approached, the Nexus System issued a chilling warning.

[Hostile Entity Detected: Outlander Signature Identified]

Outlander?

Erik crouched low, peering through the underbrush.

By the campfire stood a figure—tall, clad in ragged clothes with strange armor pieces that didn't belong in this world. The person was speaking to someone—or something—just out of Erik's view.

Then Erik saw it.

A Charmeleon, scarred and vicious-looking, its tail flame burning with an intense, unnatural blue hue.

And beside the Outlander, a screen—just like Erik's Nexus interface—flashed with stats.

I'm not the only one.

But the way the Outlander commanded the Charmeleon… there was no kindness. No partnership. It was all domination.

Erik's fists clenched.

This wasn't just about survival anymore.

There were people here—Outlanders—who'd reshape this world with power, no matter the cost.

And he had a choice.

Stay hidden.

Or confront the darkness head-on.

End of Chapter 3