Spring gives way to autumn, and time passes like a fleeting horse. In the blink of an eye, 3,649 days have passed. Tomorrow is Ash's tenth birthday.
"Thump..." Ash returns from outside, heavily setting a basket of firewood and berries in the yard. He pushes the door open: "Mom, I'm home!"
Over the past ten years, Ash has gradually settled into his identity and his life. In his previous life, he was poor and down on his luck. In this life, he and Delia rely on each other.
Unlike the carefree life depicted in the anime, Ash's bizarre birth meant that Delia never married his original father, leaving the mother and son with almost no financial income.
Fortunately, living in Pallet Town, their only expenses are food and clothing. So, from the age of six, Ash began to help with housework or do odd jobs for other town residents to earn money, easing the pressure on Delia.
"Welcome home, Ash. How about curry for dinner?"
Delia is busy at the stove. Looking at her graceful figure, ten years have not left a mark on her. Instead, she has become more mature and voluptuous.
Ash walks over and hugs her from behind: "It smells so good!"
Delia places her hand on his mischievous hands at her waist and looks back at him with a gentle scolding: "Don't be impatient, it'll be ready soon~"
Ash grins: "I was talking about... how good you smell, Mom!"
"You're getting more and more smooth-tongued as you grow up, aren't you?" Delia pretends to be stern: "Go play for a bit. I'll call you when it's ready~"
"Got it!"
Returning to his room, Ash stands in front of the mirror.
Perhaps because he absorbed the original Ash's fate, the reflection is a spirited young man who looks almost identical to the original Ash.
If there's any difference, it's probably that... he's more handsome?
With his messy black hair, deep eyes, and fair, delicate face... in his previous life, he would have been a quintessential pretty boy, the kind who could go straight into showbiz.
"Ten years..."
Ash sighs, then silently pulls out a strangely shaped phone.
This item looks essentially the same as the Arceus Phone from the Arceus game in his past life. It is a physical manifestation of the system.
It has been in Ash's mental space since his birth. He can materialize it by focusing his mind.
This is the 10-year countdown for the system's hibernation. Ash has watched the number drop from over 8,000 to the current dozens...
For a moment, sadness wells up in him, and he acts out: "Ten years! Do you know what I've been through in these ten years?"
Ash pauses, then grins, dropping the dramatic act.
Although the wait has been long, he is grateful for this bizarre transmigration that brought him to this familiar yet strange and utterly dream-like world. He's also grateful to have a mother who loves him dearly in this life... So, his current emotions are excitement and anticipation.
Over the past ten years, Ash has been exploring his abilities.
As an avid Pokémon fan, he naturally recognizes that the golden ring embedded in his "big club" is Arceus's divine artifact, the Thousand Arms of Creation.
He doesn't believe the use of the various protrusions is just to provide more pleasure during sex...
Logically, since he inherited the Thousand Arms of Creation and Arceus's soul, he should be incredibly powerful. But unfortunately, he doesn't have any of Arceus's abilities, like the "Judgment" attack that can destroy meteorites or the eighteen plates that can freely change types...
If his physical fitness wasn't far superior to an average person's, he'd think he was a fake llama.
"Hmm... The others should be deciding which Pokémon to choose by now..." Three figures flash through Ash's mind.
Red, Green, and Gary!
That's right, this world isn't a normal Pokémon world. It's a special world that combines the Pokémon anime, games, and the "Pokémon Adventures" manga!
When he first discovered this, Ash was shocked, but more than that, he was excited!
Because this also means he can face off against more powerful people and meet more of the lovable girls he's always admired...
Unlike Ash, his three childhood rivals and friends were born with the right to receive a Pokémon.
In this world, the offspring of a Pokémon Trainer are eligible to receive a starter Pokémon upon reaching adulthood. The rule states that the age of adulthood is 10. However, if a person's ancestors are not certified trainers, the League views them as lacking the talent and foundation to become one.
Since a trainer is essentially an adventurer, a rookie just starting their journey would find it difficult to survive in the wild without the guidance and protection of an elder.
So, this rule is, to a certain extent, meant to protect and nurture the trainer community.
However, no perfect system exists, and this rule also fostered the birth of social classes...
Therefore, Ash, whose origins are a mystery, is not eligible to receive a starter Pokémon. He is incredibly envious of his three rivals...
The starters of the first generation—Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander—are all Pokémon Ash loves.
Of course, he wasn't unprepared. As soon as he learned about this rule years ago, he began to make his own plans.
As a transmigrated veteran Pokémon fan, even though this world has changed a lot, many specific events have not.
So, when Ash was just over five years old, he ventured into the back hills alone. This action led him to find his fated partner...
A cute figure flashes through Ash's mind, and he smiles slightly.
"Ash, dinner's ready~!"
"Coming!"
Putting the Arceus Phone back into his mental space, Ash goes to the dining room. Delia is at the counter, scooping rice with curry into a bowl.
However, the bowl seems to be too hot. She slips, and the curry spills onto the floor. But because her "chest" is so vast, a large portion of it is caught by her two big "white rabbits"...
"Ah! It's hot..."
"Mom!" Ash rushes forward.
With Ash's help, she manages to hastily take off her outer garment.
But a lot of curry still stains her chest.
"Ugh... What a waste..." Delia frowns, looking down. She made Ash's favorite flavor today.
Perhaps because he's a human-sized legendary Pokémon, Ash's appetite is surprisingly large. Now that a bowl has been spilled, he might not be full.
Having taken off her cardigan, Delia is now only wearing a low-cut, lace nightgown.
And the snowy white cleavage is dotted with curry.
Ash's heart pounds in his chest...
Because of his exceptionally strong soul, the memory of him sucking on those massive breasts as a child is vivid...
The white, bouncy sight hits him full force...
"Then let's not waste it~"
Ash then kneels down...
"Slurp..."
Soon, Ash has licked all the curry clean... But he shows no signs of stopping, as if he's found the feeling from his childhood. He simply holds on and starts to suckle...
"Mmm..." Delia lets out a soft moan, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Sweetie~ the food's getting cold..."
Ash is startled. What the heck?! Why am I suddenly doing this to my mom?
"Ah... okay..." Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Ash gives an awkward smile: "Hehe, now we don't have to worry about wasting it~"
"Mm... mm..." Delia pulls her nightgown back up and takes Ash's hand to sit down and eat.
But in both the mother's and son's hearts, a subtle, amorous feeling mixes with the warmth.