Pokémon: Dragon-Type Champion

[A simple meal that can fill your stomach when eaten.]

Staring at the line of text before him, Zhao Fang finally confirmed that this thing was not a figment of his imagination. Although he couldn't touch the words, and they wouldn't dissolve in water, they undeniably appeared before his eyes.

"Well, if transmigration is possible, seeing strange notes isn't such a big deal," Zhao Fang sighed, then brought the plate of egg fried rice to the table.

Yet, as he thought about his current situation, Zhao Fang's feelings became somewhat complicated.

A week ago, Zhao Fang was still a homebody lying in bed, idly licking his Pokémon game cartridge to see if it tasted bitter. The next day, he found himself lying on a patch of grass. At first, he thought it was some kind of prank show, but then a Raticate dashed past him.

It was because of this that Zhao Fang realized he had somehow crossed over into the world of Pokémon.

"Pokémon, huh..." Zhao Fang's expression was complicated. He could consider himself a veteran player—from the earliest Red and Yellow versions to Sword and Shield, he had played them all. Although Game Freak's standards seemed to decline over time, Zhao Fang still held high hopes for the yet-to-be-released Diamond and Pearl remakes.

Unfortunately, he transmigrated before he could see them.

But after arriving in this world, he discovered that reality was not as wonderful as he had imagined. Not everyone could become a Pokémon Trainer. The starter Pokémon provided to play