Chapter 1: Holy Shit! I Transmigrated to the Authentic Pokémon World!
My name is Yang Xiying, 22 years old. Although you might have heard this name somewhere else, there are plenty of people with the same name in the world, so it's normal.
My high school grades weren't great, so naturally, I'm now working as a corporate slave. I never thought I'd actually get to reincarnate...
The industry has always liked showing us corporate slaves stories of hard work and victory, making us feel like the world is beautiful and fair.
Even if it's not beautiful or fair, they'll feed us chuunibyou fantasies, giving us the illusion that we're different from others and destined to change the world.
After we get beaten down by society, the industry then offers us 2D waifus to soothe our scarred hearts.
Once we're sufficiently ruined, they push isekai reincarnation stories as psychological comfort, making us think that after death, we might get a better life...
But Yang Xiying hadn't died before, so he didn't believe it. Besides, only getting a good life after death makes no sense.
So death is death—reincarnation, cycles of rebirth, becoming Ophanim or whatever, none of that exists. Except now, it seems he has no choice but to accept the reality of reincarnation...
"Yang Xiying, male, 22 years old, sudden death from overwork. Just like your previous lives, you're the perfect type for lifelong virginity practice."
"...You could just say I'm eternally virgin, no problem. Wait, I had previous lives?!"
"You're already seeing me as a ghost and you still don't believe in reincarnation? Or do you think your death is just a dream?"
"Uh, this might be rude, but Holy Knight Ultimate... no, you don't exactly look like King Yama or anything."
Yang Xiying's expression was subtle. Being able to express his true thoughts to the being in front showed this wasn't a dream.
Plus, he could float around—yes, float. His lower body had vanished like Gojo Satoru's, turning into a little tail. This already proved he'd become the legendary ghost.
He was in a very strange space. Vast in scope, but he could still see walls and a ceiling—clearly a man-made room.
But the surroundings were filled with dazzling colorful effects, like a rave club. Countless caged celestial bodies floated around.
It was like a mini-universe. And in this supposed universe room, a figure was swinging on a swing not far ahead.
The figure was pitch black, only a human silhouette visible—like an Anti-Spiral. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't resemble King Yama who manages life and death.
To qualify as King Yama, at minimum there should be a white-haired girl with a scythe Stand beside him, or a short green-haired talkative old lady.
At the very least, a short-haired girl with a wronged Charizard soul, or a golden ponytail who hasn't had a swimsuit in years. Even Dragon Ball's ox-head demon would work.
—Though this thing definitely didn't look like an ordinary being either.
"The author lacks imagination and doesn't know what King Yama looks like, so I'm appearing in this vague form."
"Lack of imagination to the point where there's only you in this room with no helper ghosts either," Yang Xiying said with dead-fish eyes.
"Don't mind the details. Anyway, I'm the god responsible for helping you reincarnate right now," the swing figure didn't waste words.
"—So, which world do you want to spend your new life in?"
"I can choose myself?"
Yang Xiying's expression turned strange. After all, books say reincarnation depends on lifetime merits, and he hadn't achieved anything.
—This was getting further and further from his impression of reincarnation.
"Yes. Being without a girlfriend for several lifetimes is just too tragic, so I'm specially allowing you to retain this life's memories and choose your desired world for reincarnation."
"...Then can I not reincarnate and return to my original world? I shouldn't count as dying of old age yet."
Though the other's words carried some pity, Yang Xiying didn't mind. He just went along with it.
—Anyway, the other side hadn't asked him to pay anything yet.
"One day in heaven is a year on earth. One hour your soul spends here equals one or two months in the original world."
"Your corpse has long turned to ashes. Going back would scare your family, and even if you returned, you still wouldn't find a girlfriend."
The god shook his head, indicating it was impossible.
"...So getting a girlfriend is really that important?" Yang Xiying was starting to lose it, while the other answered matter-of-factly, with righteous conviction!
"Of course it's important! It's the ritual of life's creation! And your multiple lifetimes of virginity have already caused many family lines to die out!"
"So as compensation, I should return even more, right?" Yang Xiying's expression turned strange—the conversation had looped back!
"Then can you find a girlfriend to hold?" The god's tone became more serious. "...Yamamoto Shinichiro-san!"
"Who are you calling Yamamoto?! Finding a girlfriend is easy, okay!" Yang Xiying didn't want to be equated with that bird-drinking guy!
"...Can you guarantee your method is healthy?" The god asked again, and Yang Xiying's expression turned subtle.
"So your method is healthy?"
"Of course," the god answered matter-of-factly. "I can even give you several healthy worlds where you're guaranteed to get a girlfriend!"
"World No. 1: You'll reincarnate into an ordinary island country family, spending every summer and winter vacation happily at your aunt's house."
"World No. 2: You'll reincarnate into an American family, encountering a zombie outbreak during a family camping trip one summer."
"World No. 3: This is a female-dominated world, but as the hope of the male fighting sect, you must win respect for men at the world fighting tournament."
"World No. 4: This world has mysterious creatures called Yalimeng. Your life goal is to collect various Yalimeng, become world champion, and save the world along the way."
"World No. 5: Similar worldview to No. 4, but the Yalimeng-like beings have all become girls. Your task is to lead them to the top of the world."
"World No. 6: You'll reincarnate into a medieval world as a hero, fighting tower defense battles like Arknights alongside girls with unique skills."
"World No. 7: Reincarnated as a Japanese high school student, you meet a woman being chased for debt. To help her pay it off, you use your talents to scout suitable idol candidates for her."
"World No. 8: Reincarnated as a university student, you'll start a new life in a mountain village with mining accidents."
"These are even less healthy, dammit! And why would a reincarnated university student go live in a village with mining accidents!"
Listening to the god describe each distinctive world, Yang Xiying gradually lost it—especially when the god showed pictures for the worlds he described.
—These worlds definitely couldn't be broadcast where he came from!
"Of course, you don't have to live in the countryside—you can be a white-collar worker in the city," the god was accommodating, instantly coming up with a new plan.
"Countryside turned into workplace, huh," Yang Xiying's expression was strange, and the other directly responded, "Just say if you want to go or not."
"I want to go."
Yang Xiying answered without hesitation. The other side had put it so definitively—continuing to argue might escalate to physical conflict.
He'd only lose—he was just an ordinary human; how could he negotiate with the other side? Better to go along with their wishes.
Though there was danger, it was better than directly defying them. Plus, he could reverse his thinking.
Rather than begging to return to the original world, better to use another world's power to research time-space travel methods.
This was an opportunity the other side had clearly given him. So now the only question was whether the other side could actually let him restart in another world.
"I can really choose myself, right."
"Of course," and the god's matchstick-man face showed a playful expression. "So, which world do you want to go to?"
"Is it one of the worlds I just mentioned, or do you have somewhere in mind? Of course, it has to be the same type as the ones I mentioned."
"—Healthy worlds where you can get a girlfriend."
I still want to say those worlds of yours aren't healthy at all!
"World No. 4, the Yalimeng world."
Yang Xiying tugged at his mouth and spoke. Since the other said the world had to be the same type as the ones mentioned, he was too lazy to choose his own.
"Good taste. Then I wish you an interesting life there."
The god's tone became frivolous. With that, the god snapped his fingers, and Yang Xiying disappeared into the air.
"This is the Yalimeng world..."
When Yang Xiying came to his senses, he had arrived in a new environment. Looking at the lush green bushes around him, he seemed to be in a forest.
Various strange creatures inhabited the area: irritable-looking brown birds perched in trees, green caterpillars with red forked horns, large cocoons hanging from trunks, purple and orange rats scurrying in the grass...
These must be the Yalimeng... wait! Green caterpillars, Metapod, Raticate, Spearow—this is the real deal Pokémon!
—I transmigrated to the Pokémon world!