Pokémon in this world are no longer just companions.
Prices are negotiated on the black market, technical organs are dismantled in underground research institutes, and Poké Balls are transported by pirate ships as cargo.
Gu Qi had no background, no championship talent, and even no Pokémon of his own. He only inherited a dilapidated farm that was heavily in debt, had blocked drains, and had half-dried old trees.
Until he touched the ancient tree of Qiguang and awakened the rich resonance system.
The happier the Pokémon are, the stronger the farm is; the more harvest the land has, the more powerful the partners are.
So Gu Qi started farming: rescuing the proud Vine Snake and arranging nursery supervision; picking up Pikachu to generate electricity to repel insects; taking in Squirtle for watering, Cady Dog to keep vigil, three bees to pollinate, and a large milk tank to produce milk.
Others rely on battles to train Pokémon, while he relies on feeding, building nests, assigning positions, and harvesting fruits.
Black market to rob? As soon as he entered the fence, he was whipped over by the cane whip.
Pirates want to seize the ancient tree? He was pushed into the field by a group of soft-looking little guys.
The outside world thought this was a run-down farm.
Gu Qi flipped through the ledger: Three baskets of peaches were harvested today, and the purity of the water source was +2.
As for the storm outside?
Wait until I finish watering this field first.
