Chapter 1: The Reclusive Youth on Silver Mountain (Please vote!)

Mount Silver, a young man is walking slowly toward the depths.

Beside him is a yellow and blue beast-type Pokémon, its back radiating heat as thin smoke rises, providing warmth for its trainer.

Unlike the forest and rocky terrain at the foot of the mountain, the deepest part of Mount Silver is a bright, snow-white clearing, which seems somewhat strange.

This is a snow-white mountain, and at this moment, heavy snow is falling.

As he continues deeper, the young man finally reaches his ultimate destination.

The summit of Mount Silver.

A man wearing a red baseball cap is standing with his back to him.

Dressed simply, looking like an ascetic, he sits quietly on a high platform.

This is the secret rumor Gold heard after becoming the Champion of the Johto League.

Legend has it that there is an existence whose strength far surpasses that of a League Champion, constantly training in seclusion on Mount Silver.

And he had heard of his deeds often when he left the Johto region to travel through the Kanto region.

Defeating the eight Gym Leaders, dismantling Team Rocket, defeating the League Champion—a legendary figure.

"Hey! Fight me!"

Gold immediately raised a Poké Ball and shouted loudly.

The Typhlosion beside him stood up on its hind legs, clenched its claws, arched its back, and erupted with an unprecedented blaze of fire.

The mysterious man: "."

He turned around, his expression cold, his eyes devoid of any color, simply remaining silent.

Ever since that guy Red exposed his whereabouts, he had been harassed by countless small-fry trainers who intended to kill him to make a name for themselves.

But until now, no one had been able to force out his second Pokémon.

Perhaps it was the lonely snowy mountain, or perhaps his level was far higher than the average person's—it is cold at the top.

He had become stronger, and he had become reclusive.

But the arrival of this young man today finally caused his gaze to shift slightly; it felt like a battle ordained by fate.

"Come."

He spoke the first words he had uttered in years, his voice sounding somewhat mechanical and cold.

As he spoke, he threw a Poké Ball. A red light flashed, and a petite, round-faced electric mouse appeared on the snow.

"Pikachu, a common Pokémon, nothing special," the Pokédex automatically reported.

"Then try this one of mine!"

With that, Gold also threw a Poké Ball.

The next instant, a massive figure appeared on the snowy mountain.

The falling snowflakes around them suddenly froze, as if suspended in the air; a powerful pressure enveloped the entire area!

Silver-white skin, a slender body, part beast and part bird, with a pair of broad, hand-like wings.

The Sea God, Lugia!

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Seeing this, his eyes lit up.

The Pikachu in front of him licked its lips, its cheeks sparking with terrifying golden electricity. A great battle was about to break out!

"Is it trendy to use Nokia now?"

Neither of the two, who had already begun their battle, noticed a blurry figure floating above them.

Calm eyes silently watched the battle; the face looked somewhat similar to the mysterious young man below.

Like a ghost, or perhaps an existence transcending this world.

His name is Red.

A few hours ago, Red was still honing his will in the ice and snow.

Then, he had an epiphany.

Red realized that he was merely a fictional game character.

Admittedly, he had the memory of receiving his starter Pokémon from Professor Oak, the memory of his first Gym challenge, his first battle with Green...

Battles with Team Rocket, battles with the Elite Four...

He even retained the memories of traveling to the Alola region later with Green and Blue...

But he lacked the slightest detail within them.

It was only at this moment that Red understood.

This world was nothing more than a fictional electronic world; everything was a plot already carved out by code.

Even though he was now a nearly invincible existence, he was just an ordinary game puppet.

When he knew this, Red transcended, his soul shedding from his physical body.

However, he was just a piece of code—how could he claim to have a soul?

And at this moment, before his eyes, his own physical puppet was acting as the final boss of this world, battling the game protagonist of another era.

This was a battle of the peaks!

Without shackles, Red really wanted to grab a bucket of popcorn.

The battle below continued. Pikachu faced off against Lugia; a barrage of golden lightning and air blasts collided, cracking the foot of Mount Silver and creating a crater. In the end, it was a draw.

Next was Snorlax, facing a strange red Gyarados.

Venusaur faced Entei...

Lapras faced Suicune...

Charizard faced Ho-Oh...

Red couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

Do players nowadays like being "Legendary Trainers" so much?

How superficial!

Only by raising ordinary Pokémon to be the strongest is one a true trainer!

At the end of the battle, Gold's ace, Typhlosion, officially entered the fray.

Flames soared from its back, the momentum like a volcanic eruption, raising the temperature of the entire Mount Silver significantly.

"Go, Mewtwo!"

The puppet Red also threw out his final Pokémon.

Boom, boom, boom...

After a fierce struggle, watching Gold finally manage a narrow victory, the puppet Red below couldn't help but smile.

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He let out a laugh that sounded like relief, then turned his back, emitting an eerie silence.

At this moment, a blinding white light suddenly flashed at the top of Mount Silver, dazzling Gold's eyes and obscuring everything.

And after the light faded, the puppet Red had vanished.

This was a battle of the peaks.

It was also a curtain call.

Red had completed all his tasks in this world, so naturally, he disappeared.

And the soul of Red in the sky knew that if he hadn't had that epiphany just now, perhaps he would have disappeared along with it, right?

"So, where am I going now?"

Red was a bit puzzled.

He was now a redundant existence.

At this moment, Red felt a vortex in the sky, pulling at his soul.

And the colors of everything before him were fading; the world in his eyes gradually turned into only black and white...

Soon, he was sucked into it, and his consciousness blurred...

When Red woke up again, the bright world made him squint.

Red looked around; this was a vast forest.

It was very similar to the forests he had walked through before, but with some new things.

It was vitality!

Red quickly realized that this was a real world!

"Transmigrated?"

Red looked at himself; he was still in a soul state, and with a thought, he could float.

"Chirp, chirp!"

Before he could decide his next move, a frantic bird call came from the jungle to one side, followed by a dark swarm of Spearow rushing out of the woods, flying in one direction.

"???"

Red was curious and subconsciously controlled his soul body to float in that direction.

At this time, it had already started to rain heavily in the sky.

Until he reached a high cliff, Red saw from afar a young man riding a bicycle, speeding frantically.

In the basket in front of him lay a common electric mouse, covered in wounds, looking like a candle in the wind.

"A rookie trainer provoked a Spearow, and now he's being hunted by the whole flock, and his own Pokémon is about to faint?"

Red guessed blindly.

He wanted to rescue them, but he was powerless and could only watch silently.

"Clack!"

On a bumpy patch of mud, the young man, also wearing a baseball cap, lacked skill, and both he and the bike fell on the spot.

Even the dying Pikachu was thrown several meters away, landing together in the muddy rocky ground.

And at this moment, countless Spearow surrounded them.

Circling in the air, it seemed they would swarm them in the next second.

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Red widened his eyes, wishing he had a bucket of popcorn in his hand again.

Seeing such an exciting scene right off the bat—the transmigration wasn't in vain.

However, the situation changed again.

The young man, whose face still carried a childish air, actually stood up trembling, waving his arms in a T-shape, blocking in front of Pikachu.

"Hey, who do you think I am!"

"I am the future Pokémon Master!"

He roared loudly.

"Pikachu, take this chance, get into the Poké Ball quickly..."

He lowered his voice again.

Clearly, he wasn't as tough as he sounded; the loud roar was just a desperate measure.

However, the Spearow flock didn't understand human speech, and in the next second, they swarmed down with a screech!

Every year, countless rookie trainers die; this is nothing strange.

Although Red was quite sympathetic, he just watched quietly.

"Pi..."

But the next scene made Red slightly stunned.

He saw that Pikachu, lying on the ground, suddenly erupted with true power, actually standing up shakily, and then running.

"Chu..."

It climbed up Ash's body, and to the latter's shocked expression, stepped on his shoulder and leaped up, rushing toward the hundreds of Spearow in the sky.

Its petite figure looked incredibly small in front of the massive Spearow flock.

"CHUUUU!!!"

The next second, following a shrill, screeching cry.

Terrifying electricity erupted from its cheeks, completely covering its tiny figure, and the golden current shot straight into the sky.

"RUMBLE!!"

A thick bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, and using this lightning strike, Pikachu's electricity instantly exploded.

The terrifying power directly hit all the Spearow.

The power didn't diminish; it even surged upward, clearing a vacuum in the black clouds in the sky.

Rumble!!

The lightning blinded Red, and before he could even make a sound, he felt a terrifying suction coming from the source of the lightning.

He had no power to resist, and his ghost-like body was actually flying toward that direction.

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This was the last thought in his mind...

"Coo, coo, coo..."

The lightning dissipated, and the Spearow were completely terrified, flapping their wings and flying back to the forest in a swarm.

And the young man and the exhausted Pikachu fell into the mud, looking at each other.

At this moment, their hearts were connected.

The black clouds dissipated, the rain cleared, and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

A bird-type Pokémon with an exceptionally gorgeous appearance flew by, its whole body radiating seven-colored light, and the holy particles falling from it seemed to have healing properties, restoring much of the HP of the two who were seriously injured.

Finally, they were able to stand up slowly and gaze at the sky.

"What Pokémon is that?"

He asked blankly.

"Fearow, a common Flying-type Pokémon, bad temper."

A mechanical voice sounded from his pocket.

As a rookie Pokédex, it often automatically reported data on wild Pokémon.

Reasonable and logical.

Whether it was intentional or not, at this moment, the bird-type Pokémon in the sky suddenly dropped a feather.

*Whoosh!*

It fell lightly from the high altitude and landed precisely in front of him.

The young man named Ash grabbed the Rainbow Wing in his hand, unable to help but look shocked.

"Is this what a wild Fearow looks like outside? It's really great to be able to travel!"

Being thick-skinned, he was immediately overjoyed.

Ash had seen Fearow in Pallet Town; they were ordinary Pokémon with only one color.

But this one, as if representing the will of heaven and earth, radiated an incredibly powerful aura, full of pressure!

"Tsk, it's just a Ho-Oh that's on par with my Charizard..."

At this moment, a rather deep voice suddenly rang in Ash's mind.

He stood up with a start, and even the Pikachu beside him was startled.

"Am I possessed?"

Red: "You hit the jackpot."