When others summoned skeletons, I summoned Pikachu; when others tamed the bone dragon, I hatched a fire-breathing dragon.
While other lords were trembling under the undead army, I was busy building a fairy paradise for my Pokémon.
The Lord of the Undead gritted his teeth: "How come the millions of troops I have worked so hard to save were turned into fireworks by an electric mouse?"
Until one day, my illustrated book suddenly showed a message: A new ghost-type Pokémon was found. Do you want to capture it?
