More Children, More Blessings: All My Pokemon Are Champion-Class

Thanks for the invite. I just transmigrated, and my golden finger is the [Ten-Thousandfold Descendant Boost System]. All I have to do is get a Pokemon to have a baby, and it and I will ascend on the spot. It's that simple and straightforward.

The fool next door got a Starter Pokémon from the start, only to be slapped away by my Rattata.

I thought I'd be following the classic plot of challenging Gyms and winning the League, but then

Brock: “Please, stop demolishing my Gym! It's about to become your rock farm!”

Lance: “I... I'm a Champion, and I got taken out in one hit by a Caterpie's String Shot?”

Lorelei: “Don't ask. Let's just say my ice isn't as cold as his rocks.”

Arceus (trembling): “Y-you stay back! I'm the Creator, not a breeding expert!”

Lin Chen shrugged. “What can I do? I'm helpless too. It's not my fault my Pokemon are so prolific!”

This is the story of a “Trainer” who works hard to make sure his Pokemon “breed more and breed better,” and somehow ends up becoming the ruler of the world along the way.

P.S. In his eyes, any Pokemon that can't have babies... is just wasting its genes!