In the dark, damp underground streets, a few Rattata made strange rustling noises. A traveler with a backpack stepped over the white smoke billowing from the vents on either side of the road and came to a halt.
The proper world falls apart,
and the gods emerge, waiting for their chance.
Creatures called Pokemon cross dimensions and descend upon this place.
This is the age of the end. This is the age that belongs to trainers.
“Hey... don't bite! Big Yellow, stop biting. Go play with Deino.”
“Showing off? I'm thinking about which restaurant to eat at today. How about going for tomato and egg noodles again?”
“Brother Wang, you brought your Mightyena and Deino to eat noodles again? The usual tomato and egg noodles, hold the egg?”
Wang Ling's face flushed, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
“How can you just make baseless accusations like that... A trainer eating noodles without an egg isn't stingy... When a trainer treats their Pokemon to a meal, how can you call that stingy!”
He continued with a string of incomprehensible words, things like “energy cubes” and “berries.”
Even the Rattata in the corner burst into laughter. In no time, the whole restaurant was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
PS: In short, this is the story of a trainer traveling far and wide in an apocalyptic world.
