Chapter 2: Game Start
The night sky tore apart like paper.
A streak of emerald light flashed through the upper atmosphere, scales glinting like shards of glass.
Rayquaza, the Legendary Pokémon, protector of skies, spiraled through the clouds with a roar that made the air tremble.
Its serpentine body coiled with impossible grace, each movement cracking the sound barrier.
It's ability: delt stream, in it's full effect gave rise to a environment of storms and lightning, making the sky itself into int's home ground.
From the opposite horizon, a crimson blur shot forward, Deoxys, the extraterrestrial pokemon one whose birth and origin are both unknown.
Its crystal core pulsed like a heart supplying with stream of energy, and its tentacle-like arms twisted and reformed, shifting between Attack and Speed Forms in flashes of red and violet.
Almost seamless transition followed by efficient use of both pokemon moves and strategic attack formations made it impossible to one to believe that it was not a fighting type.
The two legends met in a burst of pure energy that turned the night into day.
When Hyper Beam collided with Psycho Boost, the shockwave rolled across the city below like a second dawn.
Skyscrapers folded as if made of paper; glass melted in midair.
Streets caved in, fires spread like veins, and the sound—an unending roar of wind, metal, and thunder—drowned out everything else.
A single of their casual blows was enough to blast away even the tallest of skyscrapers, making the whole district of Honen fallen in ruin a proof of their strength.
The barrage of attacks continued to be exchanged, some landing, some being dodged and remaining, they were busy making the ruined district even more prominent.
Rayquaza darted sideways, its emerald tail slicing through a cloud bank, leaving behind glowing trails of ozone.
Deoxys countered, teleporting midair and unleashing a flurry of energy orbs that shattered like meteors against Rayquaza's scales, but failing to damage them.
Each explosion carved fresh scars into the earth below.
The city—once was a sprawl of lights and motion—was now a wasteland of collapsed towers, burning cars, and endless ash.
Entire districts vanished under the fallout of their clash.
Even without tapping into their Mega forms, their mere presence warped the air, gravity bending around their attacks.
They circled each other again, thunder growling through the heavens, both waiting for an opening.
The world itself seemed to hold its breath.
Then they struck.
And struck again, making the dark sky covered with momentarily gain the brightness of day.
Rayquaza gathered golden energy in its jaws, a swirling core of destruction.
Deoxys' body flashed bright red as it charged a counterattack, its form stabilizing for a split second—just long enough for their powers to converge again.
The sky cracked.
Light consumed everything.
...
But thousands of meters above their fighting ground a portal appeared, a figure falling through it.
With a mechanical sound echoing behind, heard by only the figure falling through.
{Initializing world selection...}
{Analyzing player preferences...}
{Reincarnation world chosen: Pokémon Universe. }
{Timeline: Deoxys vs Rayquaza Incident.}
{Synchronizing consciousness...}
Ethan stirred.
His eyes fluttered open to a blinding sky, thin air burning in his lungs.
He wasn't on the bus.
He wasn't on the ground either.
He was midair, falling.
Cold wind tore past his ears as he spun helplessly through the open sky.
Below him, two streaks of light clashed, one green, one red, like gods battling over the ruins of creation.
The air itself shook from their power.
"What the—" He choked on the words.
{Reincarnation complete.}
{World: Pokémon Universe.}
{Timeline: Deoxys Vs Rayquaza Incident.}
{Warning: Current location is unsafe.}
The text appeared right in front of his eyes, projected in midair.
Ethan froze.
Thousands of feet below, the two legends stopped moving, just for a moment.
Rayquaza's maw flared wide, gathering energy for another Hyper Beam.
Deoxys defense form spread its arms, a shimmering psychic barrier forming around it.
And in that pause, when the battlefield went still, Ethan finally understood how small he was.
The city below was gone—entire blocks turned to craters.
Firestorms burned where neighborhoods used to be. The air shimmered from heat and radiation.
His throat went dry.
"No, no, no, no, no—why! Why here?! Why now?!"
He shouted into the wind; voice lost to chaos.
"Is it because I chose to die without pain? No! You can't do this to me!"
Panic clawed through him.
If even a single glancing blow from one of those monsters touched him, he'd be reduced to dust.
And if not, he looked down, realizing just how far he had to fall, gravity would finish the job.
"Unbelievable… I didn't even get a tutorial!" he yelled, though the words were ripped away by the wind.
He kept falling.
Faster.
Below, the two legends unleashed their attacks.
Twin beams of energy, one golden, one violet, crossed paths right where he was plummeting.
There was no time to react. No time to scream.
A new explosion. A convergence point.
He didn't see it coming.
One instant, he was a spectator—weightless, invisible.
The next, he was standing right between them.
The twin beams of destruction, white and gold, red and violet, converged at the exact point where his body now existed.
There was no time to react.
The world became white.
His body disintegrated instantly, vaporized before even a thought could form.
Not even dust remained, as if strands of DNA themselves were dissolving into pure atoms getting blown away by the storming wind.
His vision shattered into a thousand fragments. His last thought, oddly enough, wasn't fear—it was disbelief.
"Seriously? Easy mode?"
And then—nothing.
{Game Over.}
The words floated in the void, calm and indifferent.
{Attempting Another Transmigration…}
{Error…}
{Player body destroyed. Transmigration failed.}
{Attempting recovery...}
{Recovery no longer possible}
{Searching for viable alternative...}
{Alternative found.}
{Proposed solution: Reincarnation}
{Warning: Energy reserves critical. Memory retention unlikely. System functions may remain sealed}
{Finding another solution…}
{No feasible solution found}
{Conclusion: Soul Reincarnation is the only option}
{Permission required to proceed}
{Grant permission? [Y/N]}
A faint silhouette—Ethan's soul—floated in the darkness, formless and weightless.
He stared at the flickering text, his mind a haze of exhaustion and confusion.
One moment, he'd been on a bus, messing around with a random game to kill time.
Now he was… what? Dead? Transmigrated into a Pokémon world, only to die again in seconds?
What kind of start was this? A new life in a new world, kicked off by instant annihilation?
And now the system was telling him he'd have to start over—again—as a baby, with a high chance of losing his memories?
"No way," he muttered, his voice echoing in the void.
"This isn't a game. This isn't funny."
Reincarnation. Anime worlds.
They sounded like a dream, full of adventure, power, and glory—until you were the one living it.
Ethan thought of his life back home.
It wasn't perfect, but it was his.
He had a family who'd miss him, a few thousand bucks in savings, and a life that was finally starting to come together.
Friends who will be worried for him, even a good set of relatives which were a rather rare find.
He'd been trying, clawing his way toward something better. Why should he have to throw it all away?
"I don't want my parents to think their son's gone," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I don't want this."
But a strange numbness crept over him, like the system itself was dulling his emotions, forcing him to see it clearly. Logically.
And the logic was brutal: he was dead.
His body was gone, scattered across a ruined city in a world that wasn't his.
There was no going back.
"What choice do I even have?" he said, bitterness lacing his words.
With a trembling resolve, he reached out, or at least, his soul did and pressed [Y].
{Permission granted. Initializing reconstruction...}
Light swelled, swallowing the void.
And then, silence.