Misty was almost fuming with anger; how could she run into such an eccentric person!

“You thief, you stole my bicycle today!” she reprimanded righteously.

“You’ve got the wrong person…”

Red, in Ash’s body, merely glanced at her, then shook her arm off and continued walking forward on his own. She was just a girl trying to scam him. He remembered how many Trainers used to send out Rattata to attack his Charizard. Before he even attacked, their Pokémon would bash their heads into Charizard’s belly, instantly losing the ability to battle, and then they’d demand compensation for medical expenses.

Speaking of which, this woman looked a bit like the second Gym Leader from his world, just a few years younger. But Red was face-blind; if she wasn’t wearing a swimsuit, he really wouldn’t recognize her.

However, he had forgotten that his current body was just that of a naive rookie Trainer, so no one would try to scam him.

“You…”

Misty was so angry at Red that she couldn't speak, only trembling in place, pointing at his retreating figure. It wasn't until he had walked far away that she reacted, quickly chasing after him.

Report it to the police! After all, Officer Jenny was right next door!

...

There weren't many Trainers at the Pokémon Center at night. Red arrived in the lobby and saw a burnt bicycle lying by the entrance.

“Who put a salted fish here?”

Red shook his head and stepped over it, then turned his gaze to the computer nearby—that was his real goal.

“Please!”

He murmured softly, his calm tone tinged with a hint of pleading. Sweat was already dripping from Red’s forehead as he tremblingly opened the computer and selected the Pokémon storage option.

“Ash’s Computer.” “Ash’s Computer.”

Upon seeing the second name, Red’s entire body seemed to sublimate. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this excited. Perhaps it was that time in the Champion’s room at Indigo Plateau, when he taught Green a lesson after he had been Champion for only three minutes?

He clicked on the option, and when he saw his familiar Pokémon still arranged on the computer, Red almost shrieked with excitement.

“…”

But he was already introverted now, so he could only stare at the computer screen without a word, his eyes already moist. Although he knew he was just a game character, those Pokémon were also his most precious companions, and his feelings for them were genuine. If he could mysteriously transmigrate now, but his Pokémon had to disappear forever in another world, he would rather Self-Destruct on the spot.

“Dah!”

Without hesitation, he quickly tried to select a Pokémon from it. As the current of the transfer device flashed, a Poké Ball was already in Red’s hand.

“Come out…”

A Pokémon exactly like the Pikachu on his shoulder appeared in the lobby of the Pokémon Center. However, this one had much darker fur, and a powerful aura subtly leaked from its body, clearly indicating it was a seasoned performer.

A veteran Electric Mouse.

The large Pikachu opened its eyes, curiously surveying its surroundings, as if adapting to the new environment.

“Pika?”

Seeing this, Ash’s Pikachu jumped down, met the new Pikachu’s gaze, then turned its back and touched tails.

“This is a very powerful senior.”

With just a simple tail touch, Ash’s Pikachu knew that the one in front of it was a big shot Pikachu.

Meanwhile, Misty arrived late. Upon seeing this scene in the lobby, she couldn't help but rub her eyes. How could she see two Pikachu? Or had it already learned a high-level skill like “Double Team”?

Even so, that wasn't an excuse to be a bicycle thief. Thinking this, Misty stomped over angrily, planning to deliver a righteous three-hit combo.

...

“Bang!”

At that moment, a sound of breaking glass suddenly rang out. Three figures broke through the roof of the Pokémon Center, descending from the sky, striking a very cool pose upon landing.

One was a red-haired woman, the other a man with blue seaweed-like hair, both wearing uniforms emblazoned with the letter “R,” clearly excellent employees of some large multinational corporation. Plus, a peculiar Meowth that could even walk upright.

“Who’s there!?” Misty blurted out instinctively.

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to trigger some mechanical switch, instantly activating the trio. A torrent of cheesy lines poured out like bullets, “da da da-ing” as they spoke.

“Since you asked so sincerely!” “” “@@@” “￥￥￥” “###” “%%%” “Jessie!” “James!” “Meowth, that’s right!” “” “***” “That’s right, Meow~”

For a moment, the vast Pokémon Center was frozen by this dialogue, as if even the air had solidified.

Just as everyone fell silent, Red clapped his hands, “pa pa pa pa,” breaking the awkwardness.

Are all humans in this world like this? Do they perform a set of performance art whenever they meet someone? Then should he also follow local customs and design a set of entrance lines? Otherwise, what if his identity was exposed one day, revealing that he was just a foolish outsider?

Red thought to himself.

“Kid, you have good taste!” “Why don’t you join our Team Rocket?”

Jessie and James’s impression of the young man instantly soared.

Team Rocket?

Hearing this, Red muttered to himself. In his game world, Team Rocket was an evil organization that he had single-handedly defeated. Even their boss, Giovanni, was his defeated opponent.

He didn’t expect Team Rocket to exist in this world too? Had their chain stores expanded to another world?

“So it’s you! You are the thieves who specialize in stealing other people’s Pokémon.” At this moment, Misty suddenly reprimanded with a righteous expression.

After all, the trio’s wanted posters were displayed at the Pokémon Center entrance. After saying that, she added another sentence, with a hint of sarcasm:

“That’s even more despicable than a bicycle thief! Don’t you think so, Pikachu’s Trainer?”

Red: “???”

If your bicycle was stolen, go find Officer Jenny. Why keep trying to scam him?

Sure enough, my identity as an outsider has been exposed…

Red hadn't spoken yet, but Team Rocket took over the conversation.

Jessie raised her head, proudly saying, “Don’t compare our Team Rocket to some petty thieves.”

James also rubbed his muscular chest, teasing:

“Tsk tsk, this yellow-haired little girl hasn’t even fully developed yet, and she dares to insult our great Team Rocket!”

Meowth even extended its claws, its expression fierce, as if ready to scratch someone.

“Don’t look down on us, Meow, little girl!”

“You, you, you guys…” Misty’s pretty face flushed with anger again, unable to speak. In a verbal battle, she was slightly inferior.

But was that guy named James a pervert? What did he mean by constantly rubbing his chest muscles?

“Go, go, go, don’t disturb our adult work.” “There must be many Pokémon here. Let’s catch them all and make them serve Team Rocket.”

The Team Rocket Trio were already looking around, searching for where the Poké Balls were stored.

Misty quickly pushed Red forward.

“Trainer with Pikachu, quickly defeat them!”

Red: “???”

Honestly, he was just a bystander, and he was using someone else’s body. Observing was the most appropriate thing for him to do.

“Oh, the discerning kid wants to interfere?” “Although we appreciate you, if you interfere, don’t blame us for being impolite.” “Just those two common Electric Mouse, Meow, what can an Electric Mouse do?”

Originally, Red had intended to stay out of it, but he didn’t expect them to dare speak ill of Pikachu. His brow furrowed instantly, and anger slowly rose within him. After all, he was a long-time Pikachu fan.

Then let’s try what battling is like in this world! Just this one time.