Serena finally made up her mind.
She was going to properly transition into becoming a qualified Pokémon Trainer.
"Uh… I'll place a food order online right away. Until it arrives, make do with this for now, Gible."
She casually picked up a pack of King of Kings Sausages from the desk—the legendary budget-friendly classic.
After tearing open the wrapper, she tossed it over.
If she ate it, her Pokémon could eat it too.
Whatever the trainer ate, the Pokémon could share.
Serena had no intention of mistreating her Gible.
That sounded reasonable.
Fair, even.
Right?
"Kapu-kapu~!"
The little shark opened its mouth wide and—without the slightest hesitation—
swallowed the sausage in one gulp.
Wrapper.
Plastic.
Metal ring.
All of it.
"…."
Serena fell silent.
Yes.
Gible truly was a Pokémon with an excellent appetite.
In the anime, Ash's Gible was often used as comic relief—
it could chomp down entire Team Rocket mechs like snacks and stuff them into its bottomless belly.
Thank goodness Serena had reacted quickly earlier and pulled her hand away in time.
Otherwise, if she'd taken a full Bite to the hand—
Even after transmigrating into the Pokémon world,
even if she'd become some kind of ultra-resilient superhuman—
The consequences would've been disastrous.
She'd probably start her journey as a one-armed legend.
After feeding Gible several more sausages, Serena froze while holding the last one.
Wait a second.
What exactly were sausages made of in this world?
Normally, sausage ingredients included pork, chicken, starch, and food additives.
She knew that.
But the question was—
What were Pokémon-world sausages made of?
This line of thought was… disturbing.
Very disturbing.
Better not dig deeper.
Let's just assume they were pure starch.
Yes.
Pure starch.
The next morning—
"Gie-gie—!"
A red-and-white Pokémon, colored like a walking Christmas mascot, landed on Serena's balcony.
It was Delibird.
Delibird specialized in carrying food wrapped in its tail, making it a natural delivery expert.
The white sack it carried wasn't a bag at all—
it was actually its hollow tail.
Pokémon were fascinating like that.
Because of this natural trait, Delibird had become the backbone of modern Pokémon delivery services.
Traditional mail had faded away with time,
so Delibird now handled Pokémon packages, groceries, and food deliveries.
Other Pokémon filled similar roles:
Corviknight ran flying taxi services
Machoke and Machamp handled moving jobs and gyms
Timburr, Gurdurr, and Conkeldurr dominated construction sites
Pokémon had taken over the harshest professions using their natural talents.
With productivity massively boosted,
ordinary people enjoyed a far better quality of life.
Economic foundations determined everything.
That rule applied to every world.
"Gie-gie~!"
Delibird saluted clumsily, signaling that the order Serena placed the previous day had been delivered.
"Thanks for your hard work," Serena said with a smile.
Delibird might not be a powerful Pokémon,
but in the hands of the right trainer, even it could shine brilliantly.
Serena firmly believed that one day—
Some Delibird, after years of dedicated training,
would undergo a miraculous transformation and become something extraordinary.
The future was limitless.
Once the delivery Pokémon departed, Serena opened the package.
Inside were supplies she'd ordered for Gible:
Moomoo Milk
Standard-quality Pokémon feed
She'd stacked coupons for maximum value.
High-grade energy cubes were simply too expensive.
One bag would wipe out an entire month's allowance.
For now, the best Serena could offer was affordable nutrition.
"Kapu~!"
Gible poked its head out of the room, gripping the doorframe with its stubby fins.
Its food-detection ability was terrifyingly sharp.
"…Drink up, Gible. This is your destiny."
Serena twisted open a bottle of Moomoo Milk, poured it alongside Pokémon feed, and placed the dish down.
From today onward, she was going to raise her starter Pokémon properly.
After all—
This was a Gible that naturally knew Dragon Dance.
Its future potential was impossible to measure.
Her Gible would shoulder the hopes of countless past, present, and future Garchomp—
and carve out a brand-new legend for its species.
Because—
No other Garchomp in history had ever known Dragon Dance.
That was the curse placed upon land sharks.
And this one?
This one was different.