“Pikachu, I choose you!”
Lin Mo had shouted those words for twenty years. Then he really did transmigrate.
The moment he opened his eyes, he thought he was about to become the next Ash.
Instead, he discovered he was a Ditto.
In this world, there were no bonds between Trainers and Pokemon. Only masters and tools, hunters and prey, merchandise and expendables.
Just as he was about to be destroyed, the System came online: [Infinite Devouring]
Whatever Pokemon he ate, he could transform into it and gain its skills and abilities.
And so began his escape: swallowing Pidgey, Caterpie, Rattata, and every other piece of prey that stood in his way.
Later, he met Pikachu.
A yellow mouse, red cheeks, able to generate electricity.
Lin Mo looked at it, the corners of his mouth lifting.
“Pikachu, I choose you.”
Then he opened his mouth.
(Pokemon, Pokemon, Pokémon)
