Ever since I bought that worn-out Pokemon knockoff red cassette from a flea market in an attempt to recreate the urban legend and relive the nostalgia, everything went off the rails.
Originally, I just wanted to practice the urban legends of the year from the original version, and look back at the Pokemon that I dedicated countless youths to and am still obsessed with today. In the end, I also turned into an urban legend about time travel.
And the world I arrived in was not all the warm, innocent and fairy-tale like in the animation. The urban legends I collected were all vivid things that had happened here.
I have lived a magnificent life, and the only thing I am most thankful for is that all the elf props on the pass card are with me. Thinking of the boxes of elves (and mythical beasts) that I carefully selected and trained all the way to full level intimacy, I smiled with satisfaction.
It can be powerful, cute, cool, handsome, or gentle, it can be used on the battlefield or in the kitchen - it's such a cute thing, what else do I have to be afraid of?
It's just that I continue to explore urban legends and do live broadcasts. Why is there a temporary time travel involved?
I looked at the endless sea/the jungle with towering trees/the modern city with the sound of explosions/.../, And silently threw the Poké Ball.
There is nothing that a max-level battle elf can't solve. If there is, then get another one.
