This Gible…
Could it be the juvenile form of that Garchomp she had modified before transmigrating?
Serena fell into deep thought.
Not only had the modified Pokémon crossed over with her,
even the Pokémon editor she used before had transformed into the classic transmigrator's "cheat"—
merging directly into her body.
So that was the routine, huh?
She'd surfed the internet long enough to know these tropes inside out.
With a slight pause, Serena closed her eyes.
Information immediately surfaced in her mind.
[Pokémon Editor – Trial Version v9.0.2]
Functions:
Pokémon Appraisal ✅
Move Learning ✅
EV Allocation ❌ (Feature unavailable)
Ability Modification ❌ (Feature unavailable)
Base Stat Adjustment ❌ (Feature unavailable)
IV Enhancement ❌ (Feature unavailable)
What kind of bargain-bin system is this?!
Barely anything works!
What is this—some knockoff bootleg product?!
Game Freak, are you slacking off again?!
…Wait.
No, that's not right.
This editor script was never official to begin with—it was hacked together by shady Taobao sellers.
Completely illegal.
Well then.
Never mind.
False alarm—sorry, Game Freak.
If she ever transmigrated to a world where Pokémon existed everywhere…
what would she actually want to do?
Serena had never seriously considered that question before.
Planning for transmigration was peak delusion—
the kind that got you labeled as chūnibyō.
At most, she'd casually imagined catching beautiful Pokémon like
Gardevoir, Lopunny, Primarina, Serperior, Tsareena, or Sylveon.
If she could somehow get a Reshiram, even better.
Then she'd live out her life peacefully.
Of course—
If she truly managed to catch the legendary White Dragon Reshiram,
"ordinary" would be the last word that applied to her life.
At her core, Serena realized she was a hedonist.
Life was short—
roughly thirty thousand days, give or take.
Why live it struggling and exhausted?
Wasn't it better to live comfortably and happily?
Especially in the Pokémon world—
lying flat should be easy, right?
Surely easier than in her previous life.
But reality had other plans.
What crossed over with her wasn't just a Gible that knew Dragon Dance—
it was also the Pokémon Editor, a full-blown cheat.
With conditions like these…
If she didn't make something of herself,
wouldn't she be no better than a salted fish?
If she ever said,
"If only I had this condition, I'd definitely do better than so-and-so,"
then now—
This was exactly that condition.
She had everything needed to become a top-tier Pokémon Trainer.
No—
It was more like being absurdly overqualified.
A late-bloomer Pokémon as her starter.
And not just any Gible—
but a modded Gible that knew Dragon Dance.
Her choice, then, was obvious—
Let's order food first.
…No.
"Let's at least try becoming a good Pokémon Trainer," Serena said quietly.
"If I fail… then lying flat later won't be too late."
If one does their utmost yet still cannot succeed, they may have no regrets—
who can mock them then?
But if she didn't even try—
She wouldn't even respect herself.
If you want something, you fight for it.
If you never make the effort, never take initiative,
what right do you have to expect luck to fall from the sky?
All that talk about
'I never wanted to be a Pokémon Trainer'
or
'Who dates after rebirth?'
or
'I never wanted to transmigrate anyway'—
It was all just forced posturing.
"Gible, looks like we'll have to work twice as hard from now on,"
Serena said with a bright, gentle smile—
the kind that felt instantly reassuring.
She crouched down and extended a hand.
"Kapu…"
Gible tilted its head adorably,
reached out a fin, and placed it in her palm.
Then—
It yanked her hand closer.
And bit down.
Bite!
This Gible really had something going on.
Serena's eyes darkened slightly.
She swiftly pulled her hand back and flicked the top of Gible's head.
You little rascal—
If you're hungry, bite food, not your trainer!
"…kapu~?"
Gible lowered its short arms, looking pitiful.
It couldn't help it—
it was hungry.
Its stomach growled loudly.
Late-bloomer Pokémon in their growth phase had enormous appetites.
Pokémon with strong physiques demanded far more energy than normal ones.
Take another pseudo-legendary for example—
Larvitar needed to devour an entire mountain's worth of minerals
just to evolve into Pupitar.
By comparison,
Gible's training cost was already considered relatively low
among late-bloomers.
"Let me see if I have any Pokémon feed or energy cubes…"
Serena soothed Gible while rummaging through the dorm room.
Nothing.
No Pokémon food.
No feed.
Not even basic rations.
Let alone high-grade energy cubes custom-made for Pokémon like Gible.
It seemed the pre-transmigration version of her truly had no starter Pokémon
and no intention of becoming a trainer.
So she hadn't prepared even the most basic necessities.
"This is bad…"
"Looks like I really didn't prepare anything for raising Pokémon."
"Should I go borrow some Yamper feed from Chen Lidong…?"
Serena hesitated.
Basic Pokémon feed was universal—
like kibble for cats or dogs.
Only advanced items like energy cubes, Pokéblocks, or Pokémon sandwiches
had specialized flavors and effects.
Still—
As a Pokémon Trainer,
borrowing someone else's feed to raise her own Pokémon felt… embarrassing.
After all—
No matter how poor, never cut corners on training.
No matter how hard, never shortchange your Pokémon.