The Oddball Trainer of the Spirit World

Why are the souls of the dead vanishing from all the worlds, one after another? Why do the screams from the tower never stop?

Why can that Clefairy speak, what on earth is that “wryyyy” catchphrase, and why does a Stand summon a Gengar?

How can a Misdreavus with a Mangekyo Sharingan use illusions?

Why does a Lycanroc calling itself “Liu Peiqiang” have the charging power of a small nuclear bomb?

Why do the region’s Elite Four often kneel before the tower? Why has Red become so talkative? And is that blonde woman throwing a tantrum really the noble and elegant goddess Cynthia?

Who is it? Who? Who’s behind all this?

Liming, who had just left the world of mist, shook her head. “I have no idea. I’m just a power-leveling service. Training Pokémon takes too long, and they can’t battle, so I have to possess them and train them myself, fighting Gym battles and the like. It’s the only way I can just barely maintain my image as an outstanding new-generation Trainer from the Shenzhou region.”