I Want the One That Breathes Fire

I transmigrated to the tenth year of Hongwu, with a Pikachu in my arms.

It had just cried “Pika,” scaring Zhu Yuanzhang so badly he nearly cursed on the spot:

“What in the world is that? It can shoot lightning?! …Wait, can I catch one?”

From then on, the Ming dynasty officially entered a bizarre age of emperors leading the way in card draws.

Zhu Yuanzhang:

“Pikachu belongs to you? Fine, teach me how to draw cards. I want the one that breathes fire!”

Empress Ma, holding Chansey:

“Oh, this little thing is even more useful than the imperial physicians.”

Princess Ningguo chases me, clutching Eevee:

“Lord Lin, when will my Eevee evolve into the cutest one?”

Liu Bowen flips through the Pokedex until he starts questioning his sanity:

“I spent ages making predictions… These little beasts make absolutely no sense!”

Li Jinglong sobs as he holds Psyduck:

“Why does everyone else get legendary Pokemon while I get one with a headache?!”

Even crazier, the System tells me I can take the emperor and his family through time and space.

Zhu Yuanzhang slams the table on the spot:

“Let's go! I want to see who dares rebel after I'm dead!”

And so I, Pikachu, the imperial couple, Princess Ningguo, and a whole bunch of assorted Pokemon…

Draw cards from Hongwu all the way to Yongle, and transmigrate from Jianwen to the Tumu Crisis,

while fixing a few of history's regrets along the way.

The emperor opens Pokemon gyms, commoners line up to draw cards, legendary Pokemon fly all over the city, and

psychic Pokemon even appear on the border battlefields to protect the troops!

And the first legendary Pokemon I draw

can cure every illness

saving the empress, the imperial grandson, and the fate of the Ming dynasty!

This is the story of an emperor who keeps shouting for Charizard,

a princess clutching Eevee and yelling for it to evolve,