There were a lot of ways I could've reacted to waking up in the wrong universe.
I could've screamed until my voice was hoarse. I could've cried until my tears dried up. I could've gone into a deep depression as I grieved over the life I had just lost.
All of those reactions would've been understandable.
"Let's. Fucking. GOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Obviously, I didn't do any of those.
Why would I? Being suddenly whisked away to another world was my dream.
I didn't care what world I was in. Whether it was a hell dimension where only the strongest or smartest survive, or a world built by the hazy fever-induced ramblings of a fanfic writer, I couldn't care less.
Just by suddenly existing in another world I had broken all theorized laws of space and time.
And if it was possible to break the fundamental laws of the universe, then didn't that mean that anything was possible? Either that or every single theoretical physicist was just… wrong.
So, if anything was possible—Well, I damn sure wasn't going to mope around lamenting my past life.
If I really wanted to, if I was truly determined to my utmost limit, I was sure I could figure out a way back home.
Just… not right now. I had a whole new world to explore.
Sitting up, I stretched my arms above my head, finally taking a good look at my surroundings.
The room was surprisingly normal. A sleek desk sat against the wall, a wardrobe in the corner, and a single bed with stiff sheets. Minimalist, but functional.
I swung my legs over the bed, moving toward the desk. It had a mirror attached to the back, and I wanted to see what I looked like.
I… was honestly a bit nervous as I stepped in front of the glass.
And then I froze.
"…Huh."
The guy staring back at me wasn't a stranger.
I had the same sharp jawline, the same hairstyle fashioned in dreadlocks. My skin was the same dark shade of brown, with there only being minimal differences. Differences such as my hair being white and my face clearly being around the teenage stage.
But the biggest difference? My eyes.
They glowed, weirdly enough.
Not in an obvious, supernatural way, but in a way that caught the light just a little too much. A deep, rich crimson—like rivers of blood.
"Well, damn. That's kinda sick." I leaned in, gripping the sides of the desk. "I look a bit scary this way, though."
Before I got lost in my own eyes like a narcissist, my gaze flicked down to the desk in front of me.
Sitting neatly in the center was a small device.
I reached out and picked it up. It was light, about the size of an old smartphone, with a sleek black design and a screen already lit up.
A familiar symbol blinked in the corner of the interface: a red-and-white Poké Ball.
"…No way," I muttered.
The screen displayed what looked like someone's profile. At the top was a picture—my picture. White dreads, glowing red eyes and all.
Underneath it, my name.
-(Image in Comments)-
User ID: [Jasiir] – [ID No. 45550]
Partner Pokemon: [Unassigned]
Class: [Unassigned]
Aura: [Unknown]
Registered Pokemon: 0
Academy Points (AP): [1,000]
I blinked. And then I blinked again.
"So not only do I get to another world…" I realized slowly. "But it's a world I'm deeply familiar with?! Jackpot, baby!"
I couldn't help but laugh boisterously at the sheer ridiculous luck I had. One had to know that the multiverse was theoretically infinitely vast. The chance that I was dropped into a world I even had an inkling of knowledge about was a godsend.
In hindsight, sure, it was probably more likely that some higher power had shoved me here on purpose.
But if that was the case, then hey, this was a far better outcome than most of the alternatives. No eldritch torment, no soul-crushing void. Just… this.
I could work with this.
I closed the device and slipped it into my pocket, turning my attention back to the room. I needed more context. My eyes scanned the space again—bed, desk, mirror, and…
The window. I turned toward the window, pulling back the curtains—
And my breath hitched.
The view outside was unlike anything I'd expected. Wide walkways of pale stone curved gently through open gardens and towering trees, connecting domed halls and tall, vine-draped structures that shimmered in the sunlight.
And along those paths walked teenagers in uniforms—students, scattered in small groups.
Some had Pokémon at their sides. Others were chatting, sparring, or flipping through books as they went.
Obviously, I was at some sort of Pokémon school. I hadn't actually played the newer games, but I knew the plot was about school bullies or something.
Was I in Paldea, then?
I needed more information.
I scanned the room again, looking for anything that might tell me where I was. My eyes landed on the wooden wardrobe in the corner.
Worth a shot.
I crossed the room and pulled the doors open.
Sure enough, inside was a folded uniform: sleek black fabric, silver trim, a minimalist crest stitched onto the breast. It was almost identical to the ones I'd seen through the window just minutes ago. Neat, clean, high-quality—definitely not something a random person could afford.
Beneath the uniform sat a small stack of books.
I grabbed the top book, flipping it around to read the title:
The Unofficial Guide to Aura Academy
I stared at the words, my brain kicking into overdrive.
That confirmed where I was, at least, but I'd never heard of this place in my life. That meant I wasn't just in the Pokémon world—I was in a version of it where Aura was treated as a serious discipline.
Normally, that was a power only few knew, and ever fewer truly understood. But here?
There was apparently an academy prestigious enough to have its own campus, its own uniforms, and even its own books.
And I was a student attending such a place.
I flipped open the book, scanning the first few pages.
"Aura Academy was founded to train and cultivate the strongest Pokémon Trainers known to man. As the next generation of hope for humanity, Trainers are prepared for the dangers of the world beyond our tiny civilization—"
I stopped reading.
The dangers beyond our civilization? Our tiny civilization?
…This was one thousand percent an alternate universe of the Pokémon World.
I snapped the book shut. I needed more information. Detailed information. Both about this world and Aura as a whole.
If this was a school, it had to have a library. And if it had a library, that meant there were records. Books, records, maybe even maps of whatever world I'd been dumped into.
Only one problem.
I had no idea where the hell I was going.
Still, I wasn't about to figure that out by standing around.
I threw on the jacket, checked myself out one more time in the mirror, and opened the door.
"It's a whole new world we live in," I sang under my breath as I stepped into the hallway. "It's a whole new place to see…"
My voice echoed off the walls as I walked, a wide grin stretched across my face.