Thank you for the invitation. I have just traveled through time. Goldfinger is the [10,000-fold Descendants Amplification System]. As long as the Pokémon gives birth to a baby, it and I will soar on the spot. It is so simple and crude.
The stupid guy from the neighbor's house played three games in the beginning, but was slapped away by my Rattata.
I thought I was going to embark on a classic plot of challenging the gym and winning the alliance, but the result was—— Xiaogang: "Please, don't tear down my gym anymore, it will soon become your stone farm!"
Du: "I... I am the great champion, but I was defeated by a green caterpillar using 'silk spinning'?"
Kona: "Don't ask, asking is my ice, not as hot as his stone."
Arceus (trembling): "You... Don't come over! I'm just a creation god, not a breeding expert!"
Lin Chen spread his hands: What can I do? I am also very helpless. Who made my Pokémon so fertile?
This is the story of a "trainer" who strives to make Pokémon "prolific and eugenic" and accidentally becomes the master of the world.
PS: In his opinion, all Pokémon that cannot have babies are a waste of genes!
