This elf world is a bit strange

This Elf World is a Little Strange Author: The Night Watchman of the Golden Theater

Summary:

On TV, the eldest son of Qianli Pavilion Master took part in the gorgeous competition with his sister.

In the newspaper, Xiaozhi from Pallet Town won the Orange League championship.

The news app on the phone is pushing a promotion for a new movie by Miss Karuna, the champion of the Carlos League.

The streets are covered with posters, and the new generation superstar Miss Nazi will be touring in Kalos.

Walking on the streets, people are either going to work or traveling together. Advanced technology has made everyone's life full of convenience and joy.

"This world is really a little different."

"But this isn't a bad thing. As long as its changes don't cause us any trouble."

Looking at the dark green figure sitting leisurely on his shoulder, the handsome young man smiled.

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"Today, standing before us is the World Championship Champion, the Kalos League Champion, and the Honorary President of the Breeders Association, Mr. Filio!"

In front of the camera, the young man shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"I'm not being modest. You said I'm just an ordinary person who just wants to live a peaceful life. How can I..."

"But, there are already so many strange things, so I don't mind having a little more."

Chapter 1: The Wind Rises in Sala

Kalos Region, Sala City.

The sea breeze in late winter brings a little chill, blowing onto the silver-white beach intertwined with the clear sea water, and the sand grains dance lightly in the wind.

The morning sun shines evenly on this town with uneven buildings and green shades.

The coastal city with a population of only three or four hundred thousand people has just woken up.

Not far from the beach, a rather elegant single-family house stands quietly, where a family of three are enjoying a special breakfast.

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On TV, the son and daughter of Qianli Pavilion Master joined hands to participate in the gorgeous competition.

In the newspaper, Xiaozhi from Pallet Town won the Orange League championship.

The news app on the phone is pushing a promotion for a new movie by Miss Karuna, the champion of the Carlos League.

"Filio, do you think it's a good thing for these children to travel away from home so early? This child named Xiaozhi is quite young, right?"

The middle-aged man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses lowered the newspaper in his hand slightly and asked the young man in front of him.

"If he is a very mature and talented trainer, maybe it's a good thing. After all, there are geniuses in this world. But I don't think I belong to that category."

The young man named Firio was typing something while looking at the message on his phone, and after a moment's thought, he responded to his father.

"Our little Filio is certainly a genius, but even if Filio is really mature, I would not let him travel at such a young age. Okay, Filio, stop looking at your phone and drink your milk."

A middle-aged woman who looked very young but was actually in her early forties walked to the table with two glasses of milk. She answered her husband's questions while reminding her son who was a little absent-minded.

"Good mother."

Firio nodded, put away his phone, picked up the glass, and drank the milk in it.

"Today is a very ceremonial day for you. Dad wishes you all the best."

Putting down the newspaper, the middle-aged man looked at his son seriously, his eyes gentle and calm.

"And mom."

The woman walked forward and gave Firion a big hug that smelled slightly of coffee and toast.

"Of course everything will go well. Well, I'm off, Mom and Dad."

Filio kissed his mother on the cheek, dressed quickly, straightened his clothes and trouser legs, smiled brightly, and strode out of the room.

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The streets full of life are now covered with posters.

The content is also surprisingly consistent: the new generation superstar Miss Nazi will come to Carlos for a tour.

This tour has been in the works for a long time. It is not only a concert for Ms. Nazi, but also an important part of the series of promotions for her new film.

The first stop of the tour is set in the city of Sala on the northwest coast, and the final stop is the world's largest city, the city of art, Miare.

Walking on the streets, people are either going to work or traveling together. Advanced technology has made everyone's life full of convenience and joy.

Looking at the smartphone in his hand, which was almost the same as the one in his previous life, and thinking of the various information he had obtained from various channels over the years, Firion silently raised his head and looked forward, with a more or less complicated expression: "This world is really a bit strange."

Turning his head, he looked at the dark green figure sitting leisurely on his shoulder, and smiled again: "But this is not bad. At least as long as its changes don't affect us."

"Machi~"

The petite Pokémon didn't quite understand, but still responded to its partner with joy.

As they were talking, a tall building with a simple and plain appearance appeared in front of the man and the Pokémon.

“It’s a new stage again.”

After stopping for a moment to tidy up his already neat hair, Firio smiled freely and walked forward.

The sun shone along the edges of the building, but it didn't bring much warmth.

Seeing her trainer's behavior, the petite black shadow followed with a snickering smile, just in time to see a row of eye-catching reminders by the door:

Kalos League Warm Reminder: Those under the age of 18 are not allowed to apply to become official trainers without special approval.

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"Good morning, little Filio! I thought you would come earlier. Others are eager to come early in the morning on their birthday to handle the formalities, but you are very patient."

At the service counter, a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her fifties greeted people warmly and seemed to be quite familiar with Filio.

"Aunt Martha, good morning. Our two families have been neighbors for many years. You know the situation between me and the little dream demon. Thank you for your help."

Firio bowed slightly and greeted the neighbor elders in front of him.

"Madge!"

The little dream demon also flew out from behind Philio, waving its little hands, looking extremely cute.

"Of course, no problem. Auntie has almost prepared everything for you." The middle-aged woman smiled dotingly. She also liked this polite kid next door. "And the little dream demon, today it doesn't have to live in your father's Poké Ball anymore, which is also a cause for celebration!"

Her fingers tapped on the keyboard nimbly, and a form was printed out as she spoke.

Firio, who was already familiar with the process, filled in the form neatly, and soon his beautiful handwriting had filled up the blanks.

After taking back the form, Martha took out a certificate from the counter, put the printed cardboard that had just been entered into it, and handed it to Filio, who had a calm expression but a slightly rapid breathing.

"Congratulations, Firio. From today on, you are a registered trainer of the Kalos League. This is your trainer certificate. If you lose it, you can always go to the local league office with your identity card to report the loss of the old certificate and register a new one. From today on, you will enjoy all the benefits of a Kalos League trainer and will also bear the corresponding obligations. The specific details are all in this booklet. I wish you all the best in your future career as a trainer."

Martha's voice grew slightly more serious.

"I understand. Thank you, Aunt Martha."

Firion nodded politely, took the certificate and manual, checked them, and then solemnly put them in his backpack.

"Well, congratulations, little Firion!" After completing the formalities, Martha turned back into the friendly aunt next door, "Would you like to buy a Poké Ball? Transfer the little Dream Demon from your father's Poké Ball?"

Filio nodded: "Yes, Aunt Martha, thank you for your help."

"Madge! Madge!"

Before he finished his words, the little dream demon flew in front of Firion, waving its little hands wildly, and then dived into the shadow under him.

The sound of "ding-dang-dang" was heard, and it turned out that there was actually a large space in the small shadow, which could be called the four-dimensional pocket of the little dream demon, filled with the "treasures" it had accumulated over a long period of time.

"Machi~Machi~"

After a while, the Dream Demon came out with a brand new Poké Ball in his arms, and showed it off in front of Firion with a look of pride written all over his body.

"You mean, you bought this at the Friendship Store with the pocket money you saved from running errands for your mom? That's amazing, little dream demon. I have a new respect for you!"

Firion lovingly touched the dream demon's little head and praised it without reservation.

The little dream demon was also very satisfied with this. He rubbed it on Firion's palm again and again, and then stuffed the Poké Ball into his hand, calling "Machi Machi" non-stop, signaling him to hurry up.

It was a small city and there wouldn't be many new trainers coming to register in a day, so Martha was not in a hurry. Instead, she held her chin with interest and looked at Firion and the Nightmare with a doting look.

Looking at the lively and cute little dream demon at this moment, Firio's thoughts couldn't help but fly back to the rainy night two years ago.

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Firion is not a native of this world, but a traveler from across time and space.

In his own world, Filio was a graduate who had just left school and took up a job as an editor for an art magazine. At the age of 26, after years of study and scientific research, he was about to put his knowledge into practice when he suddenly passed away due to an unexpected accident.

However, the life that should have come to an abrupt end was, for unknown reasons, re-entered into a budding life embryo, merged with the "natives" of this world, and became today's Firio.

When he was young, the fusion of two souls gave birth to an overly powerful mental force, but it did not transform into powerful super powers. Instead, it placed a huge burden on the child's tender brain and body. As a result, he was severely sleepy at that time, and his memories of his past life were not coherent, but countless fragments.

Fortunately, his warm family and open-minded parents gave him space to grow and enough care.

Although his father, a professor of mythology at Miare University, was not often at home, he always used every opportunity to talk to young Firion and tell him interesting mythological stories. His mother, who ran a cafe in Sala, took care of his life in every possible way.

In this way, as his body grew, he passed his infancy and childhood, and his body and mind became stronger and stronger. He gradually revealed characteristics that were different from ordinary people, and completed a transformation at the beginning of the school year when he was promoted to the advanced class of Salar College at the age of 16.

Although the fragmented memories were still incoherent, they were complete. This world, which was different from any Pokémon world he knew and seemed like a "hodgepodge", still gave him a lot of references and lessons.

His enormous mental power also gave him a photographic memory, a powerful ability to discern details, and hand-eye coordination and reaction abilities that were so strong that they were almost inhuman.

It was also during that period that a newly born but very playful dream demon ran out from a seaside forest in Johto, but somehow got lost and ran into an ocean-going freighter. By the time it realized what was happening, it had already followed the freighter into the deep sea, with no hope of returning home, and it seemed to be surrounded by dangers.

In panic and fear, the dream demon could only hide in the corner of the cargo ship, and barely survived by finding some leftovers. It followed the order of "Johto - Hoenn - Sinnoh - Kalos" and arrived at the port of Sala City.

At this time, due to long-term malnutrition and hiding, it was already in critical condition.

The dream demon, unwilling to sit and wait for death, seized an opportunity, staggered out of the freighter, and entered the coastal city, but was robbed of his strength by the rare rainstorm and fell semi-consciously in the deserted streets.

Coincidentally, Philiodo stayed in the school library for some time after school that day. On his way home, he saw the dream demon curled up into a small ball, barely breathing.

"Ma...chi..."

The faint cry for help exhausted the last of the Dream Demon's strength, and the red bead on his chest had dimmed.

Without any hesitation, Firion quickly stepped forward, took off his coat, wrapped the nightmare in it, and rushed home. He took a full week off and took care of it every step of the way before the nightmare was barely awake and recovered.

The memories of hunger and fear brought by the long ocean voyage made it difficult for the little guy to get over it, and he became extremely insecure. Even for Firio, it took a full month before he could get it to trust him.

It was not until a year later that the little guy became lively again, and naturally became a partner with Firion, who was not yet a formal trainer at the time. He was either hiding in his shadow or sitting on his shoulder or head, and they were inseparable.

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"Madge!"

Seeing Firion who was a little distracted, the little dream demon pouted, turned into a facehugger, pounced on his face, and twisted around.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, little dream demon, I just suddenly remembered some past events."

With an apologetic smile, Firion picked up the original Poké Ball that already had some traces of time and pressed the release button. Then, the small Poké Ball that carried countless emotions of the Dream Demon gradually enlarged and gently touched its body.

A red light lit up, and the Poké Ball lay motionless in Firion's palm.

"Ding"

"Thank you, little dream demon. We will keep going."

Holding the Poké Ball, Firion promised seriously.

"Boom"

A white light lit up, and the little dream demon flew out again, hugged Firion's face, and didn't let go for a long time.

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Time flies and we are already in the bathroom on the second floor of the cafe.

"Wow"

The clean water slid down his face, and the refreshing coolness made Firion feel refreshed.