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Pokémon: Streamer to Trainer

Author’s Note: This Fanfic has been renamed from "Pokémon: Gamer’s Trainer System" to "Pokémon: From Streamer to Trainer" to better reflect the protagonist’s background and the story’s direction. [Sinnoh Timeline + Journey & Gym Challenge + Anime-Based Hybrid Worldview + “Tactical Pseudo-Invincible, Devious Playstyle” + System] Battle rules follow the anime’s Masters Eight format. Pokémon can learn unlimited moves, but trainers must strategically choose which to bring—making battles far more tactical. Mega Evolution, Z-Moves, Dynamax, and Terastallization all exist and will be clearly explained. No prior knowledge required—easy to jump in. Peter, a Pokémon game streamer, is suddenly transported into the Pokémon world he’s always dreamed of. Only… reality hits hard. He wakes up as a penniless orphan, surviving by begging on the streets. By sheer coincidence, he helps a hopelessly direction-challenged, overly emotional rich girl find her way home. Peter plans to earn an honest living— —but her “thank-you reward” is way too generous. Especially when paired with an overwhelming sense of justice right in front of his eyes… Yeah. He really can’t refuse that. Just as Peter prepares to set off on his journey, a mechanical voice echoes in his mind like divine music: [Ding! The host has gained Miltank’s recognition.] [Master Training System activated!] This system… Pokémon get stronger by playing games, listening to music, and watching shows? Wait—what?! That’s it? That’s the condition? So basically… if you have hands, you can do this?! Alright, then. Goal confirmed: Become the strongest Pokémon Master.
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Multiverse Error Simulator: I Entered the Game Before Launch

Zhou Ning never expected death to be the beginning. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself transported into the world of the soon-to-be-launched virtual reality game “Apocalypse.” It was an age of steam and iron. Towering smokestacks choked the sky. Brass gears turned within colossal factories. Steam-powered trains roared across continents, while airships drifted between cities crowned with cathedral spires and crackling lightning towers. Industry ruled. Ambition thrived. Power belonged to those who could seize it. But Zhou Ning wasn’t a player. He wasn’t even a normal NPC. He had been reborn before the official global launch—trapped inside the game world itself—with a fully functional player panel only he could see. And in the corner of that panel, a mysterious function blinked: Time Travel Simulator. Before the first player ever logged in, Zhou Ning had already crossed countless timelines and dimensions. He discussed ideals with George Bernard Shaw. He formed a fateful bond with Dio Brando. He clashed head-on with Thanos on a shattered battlefield. He embraced madness as the Joker and overturned the order of an entire civilization. He seized the supreme throne and watched kingdoms fall beneath his will. Each journey left something behind—power, abilities, knowledge that should not exist in “Apocalypse.” And quietly, beneath the hiss of steam and the turning of gears, he began integrating them into this industrial world. Then the servers opened. When players finally descended into the world, they quickly realized something was terribly wrong. Why was someone fighting in armor that looked exactly like Iron Man’s suit? Since when could warriors unleash something called Conqueror’s Haki? Who summoned a radiant Blue-Eyes White Dragon across the capital skies? Why did Osiris’s Sky Dragon darken the heavens? And what in the world were Devil Fruits doing in this steam-driven empire of brass and gunpowder?! This wasn’t the game from the trailers. It wasn’t the beta version. It wasn’t even the same world. Because before the players arrived— Zhou Ning had already rewritten the game.
Dokin · 21.9k Views