"Every chosen child is a special child, and they all have the potential to become a Super Trainer. It's said that when their companions grow to the end, they can even oppose Legendary Fantastic Beasts."
The old man's tone was full of envy. Clearly, he had experienced the last selection but was not chosen, leaving a lifelong regret. Among the crowd, there were also envious children.
"But isn't that hero not from our island?"
Someone asked in confusion.
"Even though that's what we're saying, he is a hero after all. You've seen it, the Phoenix indeed looked at him and saw he was a hero before taking him away."
"It's the call of destiny."
The old man quickly found a suitable explanation.
The person who asked also felt it was indeed reasonable and nodded.
He wasn't "blinded by jealousy."
More and more people gradually gathered in the square, discussing everything that had just happened together.
"May the Phoenix bless Ian to return safely."
"May he complete his mission and bring back new blessings."
The sunset sank in the west.
The sea shimmered with golden light, as if responding to the people's prayers. And at this moment, no one knew that Ian had already crossed the boundary between reality and the Illusion Realm.
He had arrived in an unprecedented world.
Was he truly the so-called chosen child?
Of course not.
When Ian opened his eyes again, he was no longer at the original square. Under his feet was soft grass, the air was filled with fresh floral scents, and the sound of birds and flowing water came from afar. He looked up to find himself standing on an island floating among the stars.
Indeed.
An island in the starry sky, Ian could see in the distance, the dark cosmic curtain with stars like a waterfall, this island suspended in the cosmos, below was vast Earth.
The blue-white sphere quietly rotated, emitting a gentle light in the dark universe. Around it was the endless cosmos, dotted with stars, like a dream.
As for why Ian was still able to breathe.
Ian looked up into the sky; the whole island seemed to be inside a transparent bubble-like thing, this bubble enclosed the entire island like some kind of protective cover.
Obviously.
It was this bubble that made air, water, and life possible here.
"What's the situation here...?"
Ian muttered to himself.
The Phoenix was not far away.
It stood quietly, its feathers still emitting a faint golden light.
"Hey bro? Sister? Explain what's happening?"
Ian attempted to communicate with the giant Phoenix again, but this time the giant Phoenix did not initiate communication nor approve Ian's request to communicate.
It did not look at Ian again, nor did it make any sound, it just gently flapped its wings and soared into the sky, turning into a stream of light, disappearing into the night sky. Ian watched its silhouette in a daze, his heart full of doubts. However, before he could clear his thoughts, the surrounding environment thoroughly shocked him.
The vegetation on the island was unusually lush, towering ancient trees obscured the sky, vines entwined, flowers were huge and colorful, as if from another planet.
And in the forest, groups of familiar figures shuttled among them, turning to observe this floating island, Ian's mouth began to twitch—a yellow electric mouse darted through the bushes, its tail a standard lightning shape. By the pond, several turtles lined up practicing Water Gun, the one in the middle with pipes on its back was unmistakably familiar.
The most outrageous thing was the cocoon hanging on the tree in the distance, clearly a replica of Metapod!
What Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Little Fire Dragon... these were all creatures that instinctively shouldn't appear in this world, yet now they were clearly in Ian's gaze.
Each of them vivid and lively, with bright colors and agile movements, like the most perfect models in the game. Ian widened his eyes, almost unable to believe them.
What international joke was this.
He was clearly in the Harry Potter Magic World.
How did these creatures, so different from the genre of the Harry Potter Magic World, appear?
"Are these... really Pocket Monsters?"
Someone slowly approached a Little Fire Dragon eating fruit, which didn't show the slightest fear but tilted its head curiously at him, the flame on its tail flickering softly.
"You... you shouldn't be here." Ian crouched down, reaching out to touch it, but it gently dodged and hopped away.
No wariness.
But doesn't like to be touched?
Ian pondered. He stood up, surveyed the surroundings, discovering that the entire island was like a massive ecosystem, where all sorts of Pocket Monsters lived freely, interacting with each other.
For a human's appearance, these Pocket Monsters seemed not surprised, many didn't even glance at him.
"This... is just like a replicated world."
Ian couldn't help but marvel.
"Titan... that Titan really seems to have played this game and used its power to copy these Pocket Monsters one-to-one via Biological Alchemy."
"Yet, this Titan didn't release them onto Earth..." Ian didn't know how the Titan played the game, or perhaps only saw related pictures and settings?
He only knew that what he was experiencing was incredibly magical.
"The ancient score of the plain."
Ian walked slowly through the island's forest, surrounded by lush vegetation.
The trees weren't tall, most only reaching his shoulder, but their branches and foliage were exceptionally dense, the leaves showcased an odd blue-green hue, swaying gently in the breeze, as if they had been bathed in starlight. Vines entwined around the trunks, flowers were delicate, their colors extremely vibrant, like they were painted with the finest pigments.
"The plants here... are a bit smaller than those on Earth." Ian observed the environment as he walked, "but still larger than those in the future."
This was a good thing for a Little Wizard.
At least not easily overwhelmed by oxygen.
The air carried a faint fragrance, the oxygen content seemed similar to that of the future he knew, neither strong nor inducing any suffocating fear of gigantic creatures.
No high oxygen concentration.
Which means there shouldn't be super-large organisms here. However, just when he thought he had understood this world, a low, mechanical roar suddenly reached his ears.
Ian abruptly stopped, looking alertly in the direction of the sound. Through a sparse bush in the distance, he saw a creature resembling a dinosaur, its body covered with metallic armor, which was bent over, gnawing on ground fruit. Its limbs were thick, with devices resembling missile launchers on its body.
Its eyes glowed with a faint blue light.
"Damn, a Mechanical Tyrannosaurus!"
Ian could hardly believe his eyes.
"Not only Pocket Monsters... even Digimon are here?" He couldn't help but rub his temples, trying to calm himself, for what he was witnessing was somewhat absurd.
"What is this mishmash, and is it certain I'm the only Transmigrator in this world? Or is there another Transmigrator who traveled back to ancient times to become a Titan Giant?"
Ian stood in place, watching the scene, unable to speak for a long time. He didn't know how to evaluate all this—neither surprise nor fear, but a deep sense of shock and confusion. To resolve this confusion, naturally, the Titan must be found; Ian felt the Giant Phoenix would not bring him here for no reason.
Perhaps.
The Titan resides among these stars.
From an Earth Ancient God.
Becoming a Star Realm Wanderer?
Ian continued forward, through a patch of forest, and the view ahead suddenly opened up. At the other end of the island, there was a huge stone house, looking like it could be a place where a Titan Giant would live.
Curling smoke rose into the sky.
Surely someone was there.
Ian quickly donned his cloak and rushed over.
He knew.
About the confounding sights he had seen.
Not far away.
Might hide the answers.