This is the story of a Trainer from another world who leads his Pokemon to the top.
The gentlemanly Honchkrow beats its black wings as it hunts its prey in the darkness.
Electivire charges in alone with raging dragon thunder, a match for ten thousand foes.
Houndoom, the guardian hound of hell's gates, unleashes hellfire that burns all things to ash.
Pikachu commands thunder, flying on a sword. None before or since has surpassed it.
With Sacred Fire at its command, Infernape is like the Great Sage, crushing countless enemies with a single staff strike.
The tyrant of the desert roars, firing its devastating "Death Sentence" from its mouth.
A boy named Li Qiu reaches out to a Pokemon, his expression confident and proud as he says,
"Follow in my footsteps, stay by my side, and come with me as I rise to become the greatest Pokemon Champion."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
Brainless? How old were you when you published an article [Eight Evolutionary Types of Eevee] and [The Relationship between Elf Forms and Regions]. You are afraid that you are a fool. If you do not conduct research and do experiments, you think everyone is a fool like you? How old are you? What a fool!
I was able to publish a paper at the age of 6, that's awesome
What happens from Chapter 346 onwards?
He obviously can't swim, but he still gives the elf the ability to save himself. What's the use of the electric type if he can tread water? Is it a joke that he almost drowned at the beginning?
When I was six years old, I wrote a thesis, and when I regained my memory, I didn't immediately go back to see my parents. If you want to say that you don't intend to admit it, forget it. Do you want to admit that letting your parents worry for a few more years is a human thing?
It's too fake to be able to publish a paper at the age of six, isn't it? People in the elf world don't doubt it?
I regained my memory 5 years ago, but I still haven't returned home because there is something wrong with my brain. Then you might as well write about losing your memory all the time.
You bastard, you won't go back because you're afraid of being nagged, which will make your parents sad for a few more years.
The words at the beginning of this sentence all conveyed the aura of a middle-aged retard, which made the fire of ignorance burst out in my chest and poisoned me to death.
The heroine wants to add Sirona, Serena, Mei, Touko, Kamizile and Xiaoguang, Kona