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Ultimate Pokemon Master

Kapitel 1: Chapter 1: Yulong Jie

Chapter 1: Yulong Jie

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A splitting headache, as if his head were about to explode. Disjointed and chaotic hallucinations and buzzing auditory illusions reverberated in his mind.

His brain circuits emitted an illusory yet piercing alarm, warning him of the danger to his body, urging him to regain consciousness. But there was too much chaotic information, like a runaway horse, uncontrollably flooding into the depths of his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, the maddening headache gradually faded. His brain signals finally connected to the nerves of his body, and with that connection, a wave of extreme weakness instantly drained his once heightened energy.

Despite the discomfort, the feeling of weakness at least allowed his body to follow the commands of his brain.

His eyelids began to flutter. What used to be a simple action like opening his eyes now felt as difficult as climbing a mountain. After struggling against the heavy weight of his eyelids for what felt like ages, a faint light finally pierced through the narrow gap of his barely open eyes.

The blinding light caused his crystalline lenses to ache slightly. As his eyes gradually adjusted to the sudden brightness, he saw a somewhat familiar figure pacing nervously not far ahead.

"Water…"

It took him a long time to utter a simple, hoarse word. In the past, he found it strange how, in novels and TV shows, people waking from comas always asked for 'water.' He never understood it before, but now, lying in the hospital bed, the boy immediately grasped its significance. His throat was so parched and painful, as though it had been exposed to a desert storm for an eternity.

But as soon as he said 'water,' the boy froze. The language he spoke was not the Chinese he was familiar with but something that resembled Japanese, though it wasn't quite the same. The most surprising part was that he was sure he had never learned this language, yet now he could speak it instinctively.

Realizing this, the boy, who had spent years immersed in Chinese web novels, immediately thought of one term—**transmigration**!

Sure enough, as he delved into his memories, he discovered that his experiences as a Chinese person were still clear in his mind. Yet, amidst those everyday memories, strange, fragmented images and memories surfaced. These hallucination-like images were shattered and impossible to piece together into a complete life. However, from the disjointed information, he was able to glean some key details.

Yulong Jie—this was the name of his current body. He was fifteen years old, born in Viridian City, and an orphan. No matter how much he tried to recall, he couldn't remember anything else besides these basic facts. The most important thing was that from those fragmented memories, he could confirm one thing—he had indeed transmigrated, and not just anywhere but into a very familiar world—**Pokémon**!

Pokémon had many names: "Pocket Monsters," "Pet Monsters," "Pokémon," and more. But Yulong Jie preferred the name "Pokémon." This series first appeared on Nintendo's handheld consoles in the 1990s. Since its release, it became a cultural phenomenon, spawning countless new series and spin-offs. It was unimaginable for any young person not to know about Pokémon. Just hearing the name "Pikachu" was enough to evoke nostalgia.

Yulong Jie easily accepted his new name and the fact that he had transmigrated. As a Chinese reader of web novels for ten years, it would be embarrassing if he got flustered by a mere transmigration. So, he quickly calmed down and began to assess the situation.

At twenty-something years old, Yulong Jie had been working for three years. He had no idea why he transmigrated. He remembered going to sleep, and when he woke up, he found himself here. Judging by the situation, it seemed like a soul transmigration. The former owner of this body was likely gone for good. The language skills and basic identity information were inherited from the previous owner, but unfortunately, not much else remained. Yulong Jie regretted this, especially not knowing why his body was so weak or why he was in this white room, which looked more like a laboratory than a hospital ward.

"A world of Pokémon… It's fine, at least it's safe for now."

Yulong Jie could still vividly recall how, as a child, he would sit in front of the TV every evening at five or six o'clock to watch the Pokémon anime. He spent his meager allowance on bubble gum just to collect Pokémon cards. It was also during that time he got his first handheld console and became completely immersed in the world of Pokémon games.

The Pokémon world was filled with passion, emotions, regrets, and countless stories that made people laugh out loud or feel deeply moved. But now, the one thing that reassured Yulong Jie was that, as a children's anime, this world should be much safer compared to those where wars and deaths were common, right?

At least that's what Yulong Jie thought.

"Jie-kun, you... you're awake?"

The person pacing in front of the bed trembled at Yulong Jie's hoarse voice. He quickly turned around and rushed to the bedside. His face was filled with joy and relief, as if he had just been saved by the world.

"Water…"

The pain in Yulong Jie's throat made him call out again. The person by his bedside hurried to a nearby table, poured a glass of water, and carefully helped Yulong Jie sit up, propping his back against the pillows, before gently feeding him the water.

The life-giving liquid flowed down his parched throat and into his stomach, clearing Yulong Jie's mind. He glanced at the person giving him water, but instead of a beautiful young girl, it was an elderly man who looked about sixty. His short gray hair, square face, and thick eyebrows gave him a serious appearance, but the concern in his eyes softened that stern look. He wore a simple white researcher's coat, with khaki pants neatly tucked into his shirt. Though not tall, he was quite stocky.

A kind and benevolent old man—this was Yulong Jie's first impression of him.

After realizing he was in the world of Pokémon, Yulong Jie immediately recognized the identity of the elderly man in front of him—the famous Pokémon researcher, Professor Oak.

"Thank heavens, Jie-kun, you're alive…"

Professor Oak patted his chest in relief before turning to shout anxiously at someone nearby, "...Thank you!"

"Lucky~~"

A cute, crisp voice echoed in the room. Only then did Yulong Jie notice the presence of a Pokémon next to his bed, standing over a meter tall. Its pink, round, egg-shaped body, with hair-like growths on either side of its head, and a small egg in its pouch made it unmistakable. Although Yulong Jie wasn't a Pokémon fanatic who could name every species, he instantly recognized this Pokémon as Chansey, a frequent presence in Pokémon Centers, known for its ability to care for the sick.

At Professor Oak's request, Chansey's hands began to glow with green light. The sparkling glow fell on Yulong Jie's body, and to his surprise, the pain in his body gradually subsided. Though still weak, it was nothing like the life-threatening agony he had felt earlier.

"Thank goodness Chansey's healing ability finally worked. Jie-kun, you really scared me earlier. No matter how much Chansey tried to heal you, nothing worked."

Professor Oak wiped the sweat from his brow and finally smiled.

Yulong Jie didn't speak. Now that he had some strength, he took the chance to survey his surroundings. As expected, this was not a hospital room but a research lab. The room was clean and simple, with only the bed he was lying on, two chairs, and a table. The walls weren't fully enclosed, with the upper half made of glass, allowing a clear view of the outside and vice versa. It felt almost like he was being kept under surveillance.

Aside from Professor Oak and Chansey, another elderly man stood in the room. Like Professor Oak, he also wore a white researcher's coat. He had a distinctive white mustache, but his head was completely bald, shining as if he were immensely powerful. Judging by his appearance, he seemed younger than Professor Oak, probably around fifty. He wore sunglasses that obscured his eyes, and when Yulong Jie's gaze landed on him, the man quickly looked away, almost as if he were guilty of something.

Yulong Jie pondered for a moment. Although he knew the kind old man in front of him was Professor Oak, he had no memory of this body's past. He didn't know what kind of person Yulong Jie had been, nor did he know the relationship between Yulong Jie and Professor Oak. From Professor Oak's brief words, it seemed that he had been near death, though the cause of this condition remained unclear. To avoid raising the old man's suspicions, Yulong Jie decided to employ the strategy used by many transmigrators before him—**feigning amnesia**!

"I'm sorry… who are you? And why am I here?"

Yulong Jie's bewildered words caused Professor Oak to pause for a moment. He exchanged a glance with the bald man in sunglasses, but neither doubted Yulong Jie's "amnesia." Instead, Professor Oak let out a bitter smile and muttered quietly, "...The cells entered his brain through his arm. It's a miracle he survived, but it seems there's still some damage… Still, it's alright

. As long as you're alive, that's all that matters. Forgetting some bad memories might even be a blessing."

From Professor Oak's murmurs, Yulong Jie didn't gather much more information. He simply turned his head to look out through the glass wall at what was clearly a research facility. As his gaze swept across a large glass container, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a deep, bone-penetrating pain shot through his left arm. He instinctively grabbed his trembling arm and murmured softly, "...Mewtwo?!"