Ditto doesn't move

Despite having the brain circuitry of a gorilla trainer, you were able to sense changes in the atmosphere. Is that why you became a doctor?

“The Aether Foundation is no easy opponent.” A refreshing night breeze blew in, and Xia Ming patted Riolu’s little head reassuringly: “Although you wouldn’t understand even if I told you, based on the information I gathered at the police station, they’ve already overstepped their bounds.”

That's right, any successful evil organization will at least to some extent replace the authority of the alliance.

Team Rocket is like this, Team Plasma is like this, and the Aether Foundation is the same.

Aether Houses (temporary shelters for injured Pokémon) are scattered throughout the Alola region. Outside of major cities, people prefer to seek help from Foundation staff rather than the police to handle their troubles. They also have independent territories and countless members.

The Aether Foundation is already a state within a state, comparable to the Plasma Team and Team Rocket.

"Anyway, you're worried they'll turn into bad guys, right? It's okay, even if that day comes, we can just wake them up through battles, right?"

After recalling N's story, Dr. Kukui seemed to understand why Xia Ming was so wary of human organizations, and confidently assured everyone.

Unexpectedly, he was met with a glare from Xia Ming.

Nonsense, of course I know that battles can awaken the true goodness and beauty in the world.

I've done this nine times! Damn it, nine times!

You trainers can just shout about friendship and charge in, but we villains have a lot more to think about.

Indeed, it was only after the idea of ​​establishing the "Blue Dream Organization" came to mind that Xia Ming truly became interested in Lusamine.

Because the other party's organization is already complete, there's no need to whitewash it!

This is just a case of evil parties showing mutual respect!

The Dark-type Elite Four/Champion theory is established!

..............................

"Wow! This is Mr. Xia Ming's new home? It's so..."

Although I really wanted to say something in praise, it's so simple that there's nothing to praise.

Two beds, a small TV, half a kitchen with a table and a few stools, with only fresh flowers that Leo had picked on a whim on the table.

Xia Ming's new home was so simple that it didn't even have any decorations like oil paintings.

It fully demonstrates the "indifference" of modern single young men towards their housing situation.

Invited to the animal shelter, Ash struggled for a long time to utter a word of praise, and could only awkwardly say:

"Well, at least they didn't leave their dirty clothes lying around like the Doctor."

"Pikachu~ (Yeah, that's right!)"

"Rotom, Mr. Xia Ming, hello, I am the Rotom Dex~"

Today, Ash has been invited to visit the home of the mysterious trainer, Mr. Xia Ming. What kind of adventure will Ash encounter next?

"Who am I~~~"

It moved! The DNA moved!

Watching Riolu serve tea to each of the guests he had invited, Xia Ming shook his head, casting aside his distracting thoughts, and revealed a sly smile befitting an adult:

"Look at this PhD, he looks so good on the outside, but he's too lazy to even wash his own dirty clothes at home. He's really lame."

"Loto, there's no arguing with Loto~"

Ash, wearing a red hat, nodded subconsciously, remembering that he had stuffed a whole bunch of Professor X's dirty lab coats into the washing machine before he left:

"Yeah, yeah, this PhD is such a loser!"

"From what you're saying, you're very responsible, aren't you?"

"Just kidding, I'm super responsible, okay? I'm super good at taking care of people, right, Pikachu?"

“Being responsible, huh?” Xia Ming pushed up his glasses, revealing a meaningful smile. “I think you don’t understand at all.”

"I understand, what do you understand?"

"If you want to know, I have some good stuff to offer."

"Something good?" Ash, the red-hatted boy, exchanged glances with his partners Pikachu and Rotom, scratching his head as he asked:

"Is it a battle record?"

"What record... even more exciting than a record! I can even teach you how to 'go to bed'?"

A subtle sense of foreboding welled up in Xiao Zhi's heart, but before he could reply, he was pulled into Xia Ming's studio, which had a half-closed door.

"Mr. Xia Ming, what, what is this?!"

P.S.: Sleeping in is so nice!

Updating in the morning means you have the luxury of delaying it for as long as you want.

Book 1 The Happy Little Shapeshifter: Chapter 56 The Ahead... the Ahead is Hell!

"It's a game demo, Ash. Could you please try out my creation for me?"

"Although there is no background music or voice acting yet, and you can't choose your starter Pokémon, the story is complete."

This is what Mr. Xia Ming said.

At the doctor's home.

Because it was Saturday, Ash, who had planned to train and battle with his classmates, inexplicably accepted the disc after hearing the words "Choose your starter Pokémon".

With a heavy heart, I put the CD into the player and connected it to the TV.

"What should we do, Pikachu?"

Looking at the images beginning to appear on the television, Xiao Zhi said with distress:

"I don't want to refuse Mr. Xia Ming because he is so sincere. How should I tell him that I stopped playing games before I started this trip?"

Puzzle games like stacking blocks and hitting cubes are things that only preschool children play.

This is already common knowledge in the Pokémon world.

"Helping others is fine, the most important thing is not to let my classmates find out. If Kachi and Mamane find out I'm still playing this kind of thing, I'll definitely be laughed at!"

"Pikachu~ (Behind you...)"

It seemed that an overly intense gaze was coming from behind, so Ash subconsciously turned around.

A group of students, who, despite their professional training, rarely laughed, stood at the door and tacitly covered their mouths with their hands.

"Don't worry, Ash, pfft, we definitely won't laugh at you, pfft..."

That noon, Xiaozhi experienced a death in a social sense.

After a while of laughing, jumping, and playing around, Lillie, still full of interest in Pokémon but too afraid to touch them, noticed the screen on TV:

"Ash, look! There's a Pikachu up there!"

"Pikachu? (Oh, no, no!)"

Upon hearing its own name, the electric mouse ran excitedly to the television and began to stick its face up to the image that clearly resembled itself.

"cool."

Mamane whistled, perhaps because she was born with the word "homebody," and grabbed the controller before Ash could react.

"Let me see how it works. Oh, the D-pad controls Pikachu's movement! Hey, pressing the A button lets you talk to it?"

On the beach in the picture, a blue Riolu stands next to Pikachu, with a speech bubble appearing below:

"You're awake, that's great."

"(Where am I?) [Unintelligible characters]"

"You were lying there motionless, I was so worried." The chat box continued to display text, with a cute profile picture of her next to it.

"Oh, it moved!"

"Riolu can talk? I've never seen Riolu talk before?"

"Perhaps we just can't understand it. Pokémon can still communicate with each other."

"Pikachu!!! (Quiet down!)"

Having completely accepted the Pikachu on TV as a companion, Pikachu emitted a crackling warning electric current, then continued to watch the scene before it with curious eyes.

Because it had never seen such moving images before, it completely understood in its little mind that it was happening as if it were a real event, like something out of a TV series or movie.

There's even a feeling that the Pikachu on TV is yourself, and Riolu is talking to you.

The clueless Pikachu doesn't yet know that this is called immersion.

As it turns out, even though they had never played the game before, a group of children quickly figured out how to play it without any instruction, and even understood the story behind the written instructions.

In short, it's about a human who turned into Pikachu and was rescued by Riolu on the beach.

However, two despicable Pokémon soon appeared and stole Riolu's treasure. Now they must control Pikachu to enter a place called the maze and help Riolu retrieve his treasure.

That's okay.

This kind of sudden adventure was just an ordinary daily occurrence for both Ash and the other children present.

Team Rocket has been defeated by them countless times (just kidding).

This little maze will easily conquer you.

The battle was lost.

You have lost consciousness.

"Mamane! Mamane, move! Why aren't you moving! Why aren't you using Quick Attack and Thunderbolt!"

"That's not how you command Pikachu!"

Despite being the most tech-savvy among the children present, Mamane was still overwhelmed and defeated by wild Pokémon on the first floor of the maze.

Although it was on television, I still keenly noticed the keyword "battle".

Ash and Kiawe, two battle fanatics, were already scratching their heads in frustration, wishing they could snatch the controller from Mamane and play themselves.

Even the three girls were already pointing and whispering excitedly from the sidelines:

"Didn't we just say we found an Orange Berry? We should be able to feed it to Pikachu to restore its stamina, right?"

"You idiot boy, how could you possibly have so many moves when you've just turned into Pikachu?"

"Isn't Riolu fighting for you too? Look, he's got an exclamation mark above his head. Is his stamina also in danger?"

The children seemed to have opened the door to a new world. Every new discovery brought an excited cheer, every time they used their wisdom to defeat an enemy they hugged and celebrated, and every time they saw Pikachu in a dangerous situation they racked their brains to think of a solution.

It was just the very beginning of the maze, and they were facing the weakest enemies, yet they managed to make it feel like they were challenging the League of Legends and legendary beasts.

Dr. Kukui, who had returned home sometime earlier, asked Xia Ming curiously:

"Is this what you want to do? Xia Ming, are games really that fun?"

"Ah, of course. There's nothing more fun than playing games with friends."

Although he really wanted to show a maternal smile, Xia Ming could only maintain a calm expression because he couldn't smile.

But Dr. Kukui, who knew him well, could tell from the other's raised eyebrows and slightly trembling heels that he was excited.

Only at this moment did the boy in front of me not give off the usual feeling of being overly tense, as if he couldn't survive without demonstrating his value.

Watching the children excitedly playing games, Xia Ming couldn't help but recall that sweltering summer afternoon when he, still a young child, was led by his cousin to stand in front of the computer.

Unfortunately, I rarely feel the same excitement I had when I first encountered a game.

But it doesn't matter.

Every child needs a reliable older cousin. Although I am no longer a child, I can be your older cousin.

Remember this joy, children.

This is the best gift the adults can give you.

Book 1 The Happy Little Metamorphosis: Chapter 57 My Cousin Has Malicious Intentions

Are you ready, kids?

Yes! President!