"A... strange ceiling…"
After a brief moment of daze, Carver suddenly sat up in bed, quickly turning his head to scan the surroundings—an entirely unfamiliar environment.
It was a modest bedroom, about 40 square meters, with only a single bed, a wooden desk, and a wardrobe.
Where is this...?
"Ugh, my head hurts!"
A flood of memories surged into his mind.
Moments later, Carver stared ahead in shock.
Had he... transmigrated?
Carver struggled to stay calm. It took him about five minutes to sort through the current situation.
He had indeed transmigrated.
To be precise, he had been transported into the world of Pokémon—inhabiting the body of a ten-year-old boy also named Carver, whose parents had both passed away.
According to the memories, Carver's father had been a forest ranger, while his mother—a rebellious Officer Jenny—had chosen not to become a police officer but instead pursued a career as a Pokémon Breeder.
The couple had run a combination breeding house and inn along the main road between Fallarbor Town and Meteor Falls in the Hoenn Region, offering lodging and Pokémon daycare services to traveling Trainers.
The small family had lived in harmony—until a tragedy struck three years ago. On a trip by sea, they encountered a shipwreck that claimed the lives of both parents, leaving young Carver alone.
With no one left to run the breeding house, it eventually fell into ruin. At seven, Carver moved into an orphanage with the one Pokémon his parents had left behind.
He and the Pokémon survived off his parents' modest inheritance, scraping by until he turned ten. At that point, Carver returned to the old breeding house with the Pokémon who had cared for him all these years.
Faced with the desolation, and overcome with longing for his parents, Carver ultimately chose to leave this world—hoping to reunite with them in another.
Carver: "..."
This poor child...
Outside the window, tree shadows swayed while the chirping of insects and birds drifted in on the breeze.
Carver quickly came to accept the fact that he had transmigrated.
What else could he do at this point?
The only thing he could be grateful for was that he'd landed in the peaceful and friendly world of Pokémon, rather than somewhere like Warhammer or Resident Evil.
Having grown up watching Pokémon anime and playing the games, he was quite familiar with everything here.
Carver sat up in bed, calmly evaluating his current situation.
Carver: male, 10 years old, orphaned. His assets included 20,000 Pokécoins (the last of the inheritance), a rundown breeding house/inn, and one Pokémon left to him by the original Carver's parents.
Travel the world like Ash Ketchum and become a Trainer?
No. That wasn't realistic. Although the Pokémon world offered many benefits to Trainers, without parental support or a way to earn money, even feeding Pokémon could become a luxury—let alone raising them.
Maybe he could use the 20,000 Pokécoins to start a small business?
But in reality, that money wouldn't last a month. According to the original Carver's memories, a bowl of miso soup cost 500 Pokécoins, and a bowl of ramen 1,000...
Of course, buying ingredients and cooking at home would be cheaper.
Still, 20,000 Pokécoins wasn't much.
"Since I'm here, I might as well settle in. The most important thing right now is to find a job and support myself!" Carver resolved silently.
But before that, he needed to go downstairs and check on the Pokémon the original Carver had left behind.
He got out of bed, opened the door, and walked downstairs.
His footsteps alerted the Pokémon below. Its eyes lit up as it turned eagerly.
Halfway down the stairs, Carver's eyes met the Pokémon's gaze.
It was about two meters tall, resembling a pink plush bear with a black body and pink head and tail.
"Bewear, a Normal/Fighting-type Pokémon from the Alola Region!" The name surfaced instantly in Carver's mind.
Despite its cute appearance, Bewear was known to be a dangerous Pokémon in Alola. Its natural habitats were usually off-limits.
Carver paused, eyeing the fluffy bear—holding a broom and seemingly tidying up. Maybe it wasn't that dangerous after all?
"Guu~!"
Noticing its young master coming downstairs, Bewear stared with big glossy eyes and waved its fluffy arm.
It looked just like a giant pink teddy bear waving hello.
"Hello, Bewear!" Carver smiled and greeted the Pokémon.
Suddenly, Bewear froze mid-wave, staring blankly.
"Guu…"
Carver's heart tightened. Did it somehow sense he wasn't the original Carver?
But the next second, Bewear's eyes lit up with unprecedented brightness and it broke into a joyful expression, waving its arms excitedly, its cries full of happiness.
"Guu~!"
Young Master smiled!
Pokémon were sensitive creatures. During their trip back, Bewear had sensed something was off—it could feel its master's despair, his lifelessness, his detachment from the world.
It was like he was about to die...
Bewear had wanted to stay by his side, but the boy insisted on being alone and asked it to clean up downstairs, saying he was preparing to run the breeding house like his parents had.
It had been worried ever since.
But now—seeing its young master smile—that dark cloud instantly vanished.
He smiled!
It had been so long since he smiled.
Pokémon were simple like that.
Carver beamed, and Bewear was overjoyed.
So much so that a radiant little sun floated up from its head—just like a cheerful emoji, representing joy and rising emotions.
Carver stared in amazement at the little sun.
And then—a line of text appeared in his vision.
[Bewear's mood has improved. Joy +80. Received gift from Bewear: TM for "Baby-Doll Eyes."]
[TM (Baby-Doll Eyes): A Fairy-type move. Uses adorable eyes to lower the target's Attack. Can be taught to compatible Pokémon via intent or direct instruction. Guaranteed to learn. Uses: 9999/9999.]
This was...
His cheat?
Carver rubbed his eyes in disbelief. But the happy little sun above Bewear's head remained.
And now, his mind was filled with detailed information about the Pokémon before him.
[Pokémon: Bewear]
[Gender: Female]
[Ability: Fluffy]
[Moves: Tackle, Leer, Endure, Baby-Doll Eyes, Thrash, Rage, Retaliate, Take Down, Hammer Arm, Swords Dance, Hyper Beam, Rest, Return, Pain Split]
[Status: Healthy]
[Mood: ️️️٩(๑^o^๑)۶]
[Joy: 80 (Range: -100 to 100. Can exceed bounds in special cases.)]
[Friendship: 100 (You are each other's whole world in this one.)]
[Note: "Young Master is the most important thing in the world!" — Bewear]