Healthcare? Completely overhauled.
Chansey and Audino took over. Hospitals once drowning in paperwork and overworked staff were now serene temples of healing, powered by Heal Pulse and high-quality egg nutrition. Overwhelmed nurses openly sobbed as Blissey hugged them into early retirement.
Chansey-led ERs made spa days feel underwhelming. Blissey's protein-rich eggs cured malnutrition in three bites. You didn't wait for a doctor, you got cuddled and healed before your name was even called.
Chansey : Chansy...chan...chan (A/N : How can you say that Chansey😶)
Poké-Med became the global standard. Your insurance tier? Directly tied to your team. Got a Clefable, Comfey, and Alomomola? Congratulations—you've got platinum-tier healing coverage. Rolling with a Gengar and Houndoom? Enjoy your "mental wellness" clause. Therapists now have Sableye interns for... "extra insight."
Surgeries became relics. Pokémon with the Regenerator ability made sutures obsolete. Ambulances? Retired. Now, emergency response involved Rapidash units with flashing sirens strapped to their horns and trained Audino paramedics riding side-saddle.
Some elite hospitals even boasted Gardevoir diagnostic teams—telepathy-based diagnosis, aura scans, and emotional counseling in a single gaze (heh). MRI machines? Scrapped. Pokémon just knew. Creepy? Maybe. Efficient? Absolutely.
Transportation got... airborne.
Traffic jams? Replaced by "altitude congestion." Corviknight rideshare companies became the new taxis, complete with PokéBall cup holders and Pidgey air-fresheners. Flygon taxis became the top-rated service in major Haven Cities.
Bored of public transit? Pay extra for a personal Altaria cloud-cruise. Fluffy, slow, and the comfiest travels, in this side of reality.
Food? Deliciously unregulated.
Miltank dairy, Tropius fruit baskets, Chansey eggs became premium cuisine. Alchremie, Sinistea and Polteageist made Starbucks go bankrupt.
Magikarp sashimi platters—under world chefs adapted fast. Ethical food debates flared up like a Slugma's temper. Then they got eaten. People stopped asking questions once Bouffalant steaks hit the black market.
Education turned feral—in a good way.
Schools ditched Algebra II for "Advanced Pokémon Battle Tactics." Kids learned STAB damage before they could spell "photosynthesis." Fire beats Grass. Grass beats Water. Water beats everything if it floods your house.
History classes now covered the Fall of Old Governments and Rise of the League. Science labs were overrun by curious Magnemite chewing on wires. PE teachers? Retired. Replaced by trainers with Machoke in track pants, blowing whistles.
Private academies popped up where elite families sent their precious prodigies to bond with rare Pokémon and practice socializing without looking down on people. They failed spectacularly at the second part. Diplomas were handed out in Poké Balls.
Colleges developed hyper-specialized majors like Pokémon Communication, Aura Theory for kids with Aura in them, Telekinetic Psychology for psychics. Political Science degrees were quietly buried under layers of irrelevant debt.
Substitute teachers? Literal Substitute dolls. Students never noticed.
Entertainment became battle-hungry.
Stadiums filled with thousands of fans roaring for televised Gym battles. Live battles were broadcast globally, complete with slow-motion replays and Poké-commentary. Even non-trainers got swept up in the spectacle.
Poké-Streamer influencers flaunted shiny Pokémon and questionable life choices.
Gengar plushies sold out every Halloween. Gardevoir-inspired ballgown became haute couture. Crobat crocs became a thing. No one was happy about that, but they sold out anyway.
Welcome to the new world—weird, wild, and slightly radioactive. But hey, at least the Wi-Fi's better now. (Let's hope Rayquaza doesn't send satellites and space junk to their place of origin- Mother Earth)
Military efforts? Let's call it... improvisational.
Early attempts to militarize Pokémon led to some, uh, "incidents." Hydreigon accidentally vaporizing friendly tanks? Unfortunate. Putting a Voltorb in a grenade launcher? A learning experience. Eventually, things got organized.
Lucario units patrolled sensitive borders—Aura Sensors made lying impossible. Great for intel. Awful for politicians.
Skarmory squadrons replaced fighter jets. Ninjask performed stealth recon. Some elite squads included Zoroark illusionists for high-level infiltration missions.
And then there was Mimikyu. Nobody knew what they were doing, and everyone was too scared to ask. Black ops? Probably. Haunting war crimes tribunals? Almost definitely.
Recruiting Legendary Pokémon? Hilarious. Several attempts were made. Most ended with smoking craters and a passive-aggressive note written in cloud patterns by Rayquaza. It read, "Try that again and I'll yeet your capital."
Groudon and Kyogre occasionally clashed in "disagreements." These often left continents split and new island chains forming from the rubble. Rayquaza usually stepped in like an exhausted parent breaking up twin toddlers fighting over who controls tectonic activity. Global weather networks now had a section titled: "Legendary Activity: Possible Collateral?"
Real estate? A nightmare wrapped in a landmine.
Remember beachfront property? Now it's "D-Class aquatic territory" ruled by a colony of extremely territorial Tentacruel. Good luck reselling.
Entire neighborhoods were labeled "spatially unstable," which is official jargon for "you might fall into a Ghost-type domain while brushing your teeth."
Still, realtors did their best. They called these zones "Pokémon-integrated biomes" and threw in a free Repel with every tour.
Money? Please.
Fiat currency became less useful than Poké-dolls. Banks became Muk buffets. The economy pivoted overnight. A Water Stone could buy you a yacht. A Nugget could buy you a small city.
New currencies emerged like PokéTokens, Dungeon Credits, Element-Coin. Berries-for-Bits became a black market craze. Oran Berries were worth more than gold in some places. Well, Gholdengo became universally worshipped pokemon for a time before, gold exchange rates tanked.
Clefairy sightings near market rebounds sparked rumors of the "Clefairy Standard"—a mystical force guiding economic balance. One island nation even adopted Clefairy as their national mascot, holding glitter-fueled full moon ceremonies. Surprisingly, their GDP rose. Economists stopped asking questions and started praying during full moons.
The local Poké-League Treasury quietly replaced what used to be central banks—only now, the economy was backed not by gold reserves, but by actual Dragon hoards and Legendary artifacts. Inflation? That was now tied to whether the latest Ancient Ruin coughed up a treasure chest of Evolution Stones or a new dungeon just opened with a mine full of Leaf, Fire, and Dawn Stones ripe for the picking.
As for global currency exchange—well, that concept became about as useful as a Splash TM in a championship battle. Most new nations weren't exactly focused on imports and exports when the question of "are we going to war again tomorrow?" remained very much on the table. International trade was mostly "paused" until someone could guarantee their coastal cities wouldn't be relocated overnight by a tectonic tantrum or Dragonite squadron.
Business evolved or went extinct.
Insurance firms adapted to dungeon-related disasters, but refused to cover "acts of Legendary." Fine print read: "Void if victim of godlike smiting or spatial implosion."
Construction companies partnered with Ground-types like Golem and Excadrill. Foundations became "earthquake-proof".
Delivery services? Thank a Talonflame if your package wasn't charred mid-flight. Tips were encouraged. Threats were optional.
Welcome to the new world.
It's weird. It's wild. It's held together with psychic glue, aura energy, and a heavy dose of denial.
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Welp, that's all for the world info, folks!
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