Pokémon, but cultural invasion.

"Three thousand years ago, people were still in a primitive stage, and it was not until the arrival of the Son of the Sun that the rudiments of civilization were established."

"He taught the ancients to write and use various tools, and the tribes he established protected them from wild Pokémon."

"As time passed, the tribes established by the Sons of the Sun did not disappear into the annals of history. Instead, they ended a turbulent era five hundred years ago and continued to develop, eventually forming the Galactic Federation of today..."

Quanshu twirled the pen in his hand, feeling a sense of disconnect between the myths and history of this world.

For example, the legendary creator gods were not alpacas, but Palkia and Dialga.

For example, there is no Arceus in the legends, nor are there the Lake Gods who represent wisdom, emotion, and consciousness.

The others are similar to legends in the Pokémon world, such as Regigigas dragging continental plates, and Groudon and Kyogre ruling over the land and sea...

However, there have never been any eyewitness accounts of these legendary Pokémon, and their appearance can only be inferred from the stone tablets and totems unearthed.

As for the so-called "Son of the Sun," in Izumi's view, he is more like a time traveler, whose various behaviors and inventions are out of step with that period of history.

But in any case, a thousand years have passed, and the Son of the Sun, who was suspected to be a time traveler, has long since returned to dust.

Morning class is over.

"You look terrible. Did you stay up all night flying?"

His deskmate, Wang Hao, was a remarkable person with naturally yellowish hair and a slender build.

He was staring at Izumi with an inscrutable look, and asked suspiciously, "You didn't buy it too, did you? It's Yuzusoft's latest game."

"What new game?" These past few days, "game" has been a sensitive word for Izumi.

"You didn't know?!"

Wang Hao took out his phone, turned on the screen, and swiped to display the inappropriate covers of two games—

Gardevoir's Midnight Psychic Massage; Bunny-Eared Bunny: Unrestricted Fighting Game - Lose and Be Captured

"That's enough, put it away."

Quanshu touched his forehead, almost forgetting that in this world, because people had no hope of upward mobility and nowhere to vent their energy, they created an extremely developed cultural and entertainment system.

The abstraction of the network environment is even greater than in the past.

"You really don't know? What spellcasting materials did you use last night?"

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, suspecting that his good brother was hoarding resources.

Quanshu said irritably, "We didn't use any materials."

"He's a ruthless man."

Wang Hao immediately gave a thumbs up. In this era, there are not many captains who can exit the cabin by taking off naturally.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's time for your morning exercise."

Quanshu was too lazy to argue with him. She took off her coat and went to the playground with the rest of the class who were leaving one after another.

Seeing this, Wang Hao also picked up a black briefcase and followed.

At this moment, quite a few people were already standing on the playground, mostly students from the combat class.

This is different from the scene Izumi imagined in his mind, where trainers and their Pokémon practice moves together.

After releasing their Pokémon, the students immediately started fiddling with the bottles and jars they had brought with them.

He saw a student from the next class wearing gloves scoop out black mud from a jar and smear it on the walking grass.

Quanshu covered his nose: "What's that? Why does it smell a bit?"

"You don't even know what a worm's droppings are?"

Wang Hao thought he was making a fuss over nothing and explained, "Tortoise castings are rich in nutrients and are loved by Grass-type Pokémon trainers because of their low price. The absorption effect is even better when combined with photosynthesis."

Then Izumi saw many Grass-type Pokémon covered in feces facing the rising sun, glowing with a faint green light, a scene that was as bizarre as could be.

"Alright, we need to work on our arm strength too."

"whispering sound!"

A gray, muscular, humanoid Pokémon next to Wang Hao nodded vigorously.

He took a thin syringe from his briefcase, skillfully flipped the cap, assembled it, fixed it, and then injected it into Wanli's body.

Quanshu's eyes widened: "Wait, are you giving Arm Strength a drug?"

"if not?"

Wang Hao looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "This thing is much more useful than muscle training. Five needles can train all six limbs."

At this moment, Izumi noticed that all the Fighting-type Pokémon around him, without exception, were carrying syringes to some extent.

Some skilled Pokémon can inject the medicine into the designated area on their own without the trainer's help.

"It's cheaper than energy cubes, and the effect is pretty good."

Wang Hao patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm different from those who use cheap drugs. I chose Mars Pharmaceuticals."

"You know Mars Group, right? It's a big brand under the Galactic Federation. Their medicines are guaranteed to be of high quality."

Looking at the students displaying their unique talents on the playground, Quanshu suddenly wondered if his views were too conservative.

What era are we living in that we're still using traditional training methods?

Although Izumi's fighting skills were not bad in his previous life, and he had made it into the top 100 of the Master Ball with both the Sword and Shield, it was only in terms of theoretical combat.

They had absolutely no idea how to actually train a Pokémon and increase its strength.

He looked up breeding guides for Rock-type Pokémon online, but found little success.

They either ingest expensive ores or train in caves with special magnetic fields.

It is clearly not suitable for the current spring tree.

"But trying to figure it out on your own would mean taking countless detours..."

His eyes flickered. The Galactic Federation was very secretive about its methods of raising Pokémon, so it seemed they had to start from another world.

Chapter 11: A Beauty of Intensity

Wow, a red-faced dragon!

Just then, a cry of surprise from not far away interrupted Quanshu's thoughts.

On the grass, a dragon-shaped Pokémon with a bright red head and indigo body is attracting a lot of attention.

They were all talking at once.

"This is a dragon? This is the first time I've ever seen one in real life."

"I'm so envious. The noble Dragon type has resistance to four types: Water, Fire, Electric, and Grass, and they're all common types."

"Unfortunately, his base stats are only 485 points..."

"Come on, this is a dragon, it's both handsome and powerful."

Quanshu looked towards the crowd, where all the students seemed very excited.

What is cool for students in this world who aspire to become trainers?

Strength equals coolness! Strength equals beauty!

High base stats mean handsome! High base stats mean beautiful!

In a world where everyone prioritizes strength, the most popular characters are undoubtedly the Blazing Roaring Tiger and the Thunderous King Kong.

Garchomp and Tyranitar, in particular, are the dream partners for every novice trainer.

Various attributes, with Dragon-type Pokémon having the highest average base stats.

Fairy-type Pokémon, which are effective against Dragon-type Pokémon, generally have low base stats, so they are rarely used as main Pokémon by trainers.

This resulted in Dragon-type Pokémon having few rivals and being invincible in the arena.

"Chang Mu, may I touch your red-faced dragon?"

One of the more outgoing male students couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, if Red-faced Dragon doesn't mind."

The owner of the red-faced dragon stood to one side, his smile gentle, appearing restrained and humble.

Seeing this, Wang Hao said sourly, "This kid even managed to put on an act."

Quanshu, however, felt nothing. Was the Red-Faced Dragon considered a dragon?

He felt that the shame of the Dragon Clan could sit at the same table as the traitor, the Seven-Headed Bluebird.

"Ugh."

Wang Hao looked at his own Machamp, then at the Salt Stone Treasure of the Spring Tree, and then at the Oddish, Arbok, and Lobey all around him, and couldn't help but sigh.

He couldn't help but feel deflated: "How am I supposed to fight them? They're dragons, they're awesome!"

A common saying among high school students is that you can tell whether someone can become a trainer by looking at the type of Pokémon they start with.

It is an ironclad rule that low base stats cannot defeat high base stats, and inferior attribute combinations are not as good as superior attribute combinations.

Quanshu's behavior pattern is that of some overindulgent parents who, upon discovering they cannot compete with their peers, completely abandon the desire to compare themselves.

I took Salt Stone Treasure for some simple physical training and practice of moves.

He and Yan Shibao were still in the process of getting to know each other, and he felt there was no need to put pressure on them.

After morning exercise, the day's classes are spent in a half-awake, half-asleep state by Quanshu.

Given his previous good academic performance, and the fact that the competitive class was a path where one had to take full responsibility for oneself, the teachers turned a blind eye to his actions.

This allows the spring tree to be in good condition for nighttime activities.

I set foot on the land of Dark Grey City once again.

Izumi took a deep breath. Without the stench of worm droppings from the school, the air in the Pokémon world seemed exceptionally sweet.

He logged on immediately after returning home from school; the time in Dark Grey City was 2:00 AM.

The streets were deserted, except for the occasional pickpocket cat or thieving fox darting through the alleys; there was no sound at all.

Quanshu returned to the game city and was considering whether to buy some energy-rich minerals online.

After going online, he routinely checked his video account and crowdfunding account.

The promotional video has been viewed over two million times, and there have been no negative comments.

Quanshu breathed a sigh of relief, because he didn't have time to manage or delete them all.

After two days of development, the crowdfunding amount exceeded 800,000 yuan, and several donors with the intention of participating in the development emerged.

Quanshu replied to each of them, checking whether they had relevant knowledge in their professional fields or past work achievements.

He also received letters from several commercial companies interested in collaborating, hoping to invest in and jointly develop the game.

Without exception, they were all ignored by Izumi.

If the crowdfunding had failed, he would have had the option of seeking cooperation with large companies, but now that the plan is progressing smoothly, he naturally has no reason to make things difficult for himself.

After all, Izumi is just one person, and no matter what, he can't outmaneuver those commercial companies.

Among the flood of messages, two unusual emails caught Izumi's attention.

What makes them special is the sender.

A letter from Niangguang City in the Padiya region, sent by Kiju.

A letter from Spike, a town in the Galar region, sent by Nie Zi.

The two dojo masters... Izumi rubbed his head, never expecting that crowdfunding could catch two big fish.

The dojo master's status in this world can be said to be second only to the emperor.

Each gym leader is a monster-level genius who has fought his way out of fierce battles in a region, and one of the eight strongest.

In this world where everyone is obsessed with battling, talent, hard work, and luck are all indispensable to becoming a gym leader.

Correspondingly, the League also grants Gym Leaders a prestigious status and unparalleled power.

Izumi has specifically researched the development of battles in the Pokémon world.

When the entire world focuses on one thing, its development is bound to be astonishing and unimaginable.