Chapter Three: How About Joining Our Rocket Team?
Page (1/3)
Xiaoxia almost fainted from anger—how could she encounter such a bizarre person!
“Thief! You stole my bicycle today!” she scolded righteously.
“You’ve got the wrong person...” Chi merely glanced at her indifferently.
Then, he shook off her arm and continued walking forward, completely ignoring her.
After all, she was just a petty scammer.
He remembered how, back in the day, many trainers sent out Rattatas to attack his Charizard. Before he could even retaliate, their heads would slam into Charizard’s belly, instantly knocking them out of battle.
Then they’d demand compensation for medical expenses.
By the way, this woman looked a little like the second gym leader from his own world—just younger by a few years.
But Chi suffered from face blindness; without a swimsuit, he truly couldn’t recognize her.
Still, he had forgotten that his current body was just an inexperienced novice trainer, brimming with youthful naivety. No one would be trying to scam someone like him.
“You...” Xiaoxia, too angry to speak, trembled on the spot, pointing at his retreating figure. Only when he was far away did she snap back to her senses and hurriedly gave chase.
Report to the authorities!
Yes, report them—this was downright lawless!
Besides, Miss Junsha lived right next door!
...
At the Pokémon Center late at night, there were few trainers around.
Chi arrived in the lobby and saw a burned-out bicycle lying upside down by the entrance.
“Who left this salted fish here?” Chi shook his head, stepped over it, and then turned his gaze to the computer nearby—that was his real target.
“Please...” he whispered, his calm tone carrying a trace of excitement and hope.
Sweat dripped down Chi’s forehead as his trembling hand opened the computer and selected the Pokémon storage option.
“Ash’s computer.”
“Chi’s computer.”
Seeing the second name felt like a spiritual ascension for Chi.
He couldn’t remember the last time he was this excited.
Maybe it was that time on the Hoenn Plateau, when he had just become the champion for three minutes and gave the Green a stern lesson?
He clicked the option and saw familiar Pokémon still arranged inside the system, nearly screaming with excitement.
“...”
Yet now he was overwhelmed with silence, staring at the screen without a word, tears already brimming in his eyes.
Though he knew he was merely a game character, those Pokémon were his most precious companions.
Emotions can never be faked.
If his current bizarre crossing meant his Pokémon would be forever trapped in another world, he would rather not have crossed over at all.
“Click!”
Without hesitation, Chi quickly selected a Pokémon and added it to his traveling party.
Sizzle...!
With the electric flash of the teleport device, a Poké Ball appeared in Chi’s hand.
Feeling the familiar aura, he trembled as he threw it out.
“Come out...”
The next moment, a Pokémon that looked exactly like the Pikachu perched on his shoulder appeared in the Pokémon Center’s lobby.
But this Pikachu had darker fur, a rounder face unlike a normal Pikachu’s, and exuded a powerful aura that suggested it was a veteran performer—an experienced Electric Mouse!
Page (2/3)
The round-faced Pikachu opened its eyes, curiously scanning its surroundings as if acclimating to this new environment.
“Pika?”
Seeing this, Ash’s Pikachu jumped down and locked eyes with the new round-faced Pikachu.
The two electric mice mirrored each other’s movements, turning their backs and touching tails.
“This is a very powerful senior...”
Just a simple tail touch, and Ash’s Pikachu immediately knew this was a big shot Pikachu.
“?”
Xiaoxia, arriving late to the scene, rubbed her eyes in disbelief upon seeing two Pikachus.
Was this some high-level “Shadow Clone” technique?
Even so, this was no excuse to be a bike thief!
Thinking this, Xiaoxia stomped forward angrily, intending to give them a righteous triple strike.
...
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass came from above.
Three figures crashed through the Pokémon Center’s roof, descending from the sky and striking strikingly cool poses upon landing.
One was a woman with long red hair, coiffed with maximum hair wax.
Another was a blue-haired man, sporting a seaweed-style haircut, both dressed in uniforms emblazoned with the letter “R”—clearly elite employees of a certain multinational corporation.
Accompanying them was an Oddball Meowth, standing upright with a sly, human-like expression.
“Who are you!?” Xiaoxia blurted instinctively.
Her words seemed to trigger a mechanical switch, instantly activating the trio.
A rapid volley of quips shot out like bullets:
“Since you’ve asked so sincerely!”
“***”
“@@@”
“￥￥￥”
“###”
“%%%”
“Jessie!”
“James!”
“Meowth, that’s right!”
“***”
“***”
“That’s how it is, meow~”
For a moment, the vast Pokémon Center was frozen by the awkward script, as if even the air had solidified.
Applause!
Just as everyone fell into silence, Chi suddenly clapped, breaking the awkwardness.
Are all real humans in this world like this?
Greeting everyone with performance art?
Maybe he should follow suit and design his own entrance lines.
Otherwise, if someone ever uncovers his identity and finds out he’s just a foolish outsider...
Chi thought to himself.
“You’ve got good taste, kid!”
“How about joining Team Rocket?”
Jessie and James immediately raised their impression of this boy to the max.
Page (3/3)
...
Team Rocket?
Hearing this, Chi’s mind filled with doubts.
In his game world, Team Rocket was a villainous organization he had single-handedly toppled—just him and an old mouse.
Even their boss, Giovanni, had been his defeated subordinate.
He hadn’t expected Team Rocket to exist here too.
Had their operations spanned across worlds?
“Ah, so it’s you! You’re the thieves who steal other people’s Pokémon.”
At that moment, Xiaoxia scolded them righteously.
There was a wanted poster for the three stuck right outside the Pokémon Center.
She added with a hint of sarcasm:
“That’s far worse than stealing a bike! Don’t you agree? Trainer with the Pikachu?”
Chi: “???”
If the bike was stolen, why report it to Junsha, and why frame a passerby like him?
Had his outsider identity really been exposed...?
Before Chi could speak, Team Rocket took over the conversation.
Jessie raised her head, nostrils flaring arrogantly:
“Hey, little girl, don’t lump Team Rocket in with some petty thief scum.”
James rubbed his muscular chest and teased:
“Tsk tsk, blondie hasn’t fully matured yet and dares insult our great Team Rocket!”
Meowth stretched out its claws, scowling fiercely as if ready to scratch:
“Don’t underestimate us, meow, little girl!”
“You, you, you guys...”
Xiaoxia flushed red with anger, speechless.
In debates, she was somewhat outmatched.
But what was up with that James—why was he constantly rubbing his chest?
“Shoo, shoo, don’t interrupt the adults at work.”
“There must be lots of Pokémon here; let’s catch them all for Team Rocket’s glorious cause!”
The trio began scanning the area, searching for where Pokémon balls were stored.
Xiaoxia hurriedly pushed Chi forward.
“Trainer with the Pikachu, hurry and defeat them!”
Chi: “?”
He was just a pure bystander, using someone else’s body—the best thing for him was to watch.
“Oh, a sharp little kid wants to get involved?”
“Though we like you, if you interfere, don’t blame us for being rude.”
“Just those two common Electric Mice? Meowth’s laughing—what can Electric Mice do?”
“!”
Chi was about to stay out of it, but hearing them badmouth Pikachu made his brows furrow and anger rise slowly.
He was an old Electric Mouse fan.
Well then, let’s see what battling in this world is like.
Yeah, this time...!
-------
(New book, please support! Bang bang bang!)