The author's influences are extremely complex, including but not limited to Pokemon (main), Delta Force, Naruto, Honor of Kings, and Game for Peace. Please prepare your mind before reading, thank you for your cooperation (♡＞＜)/♦
“We are the Champion!”
The photo froze, a young man holding the Champion's trophy, surrounded by his Pokemon. This was their commemoration of becoming the Champion.
There were four Pokemon in the photo: Gardevoir, Sylveon, Zeraora, and Meowscarada.
The young man put down the photo in his hand, his gaze shifting away from it, seemingly reminiscing about those days.
Clap!
Zeraora appeared behind the young man and slapped him hard on his backside.
“Ora!” (A Tu, what are you doing?)
A Tu rubbed his critically hit backside, reached out his hand to forcefully retaliate against Zeraora, but the latter quickly dodged, not even touching a single cat hair.
“Zeraora, I'm reminiscing about the old days when you were a spirited little cat who only knew how to Charm me!” A Tu said heartbrokenly, clutching his chest with his right hand as if having a heart attack.
Zeraora had been with A Tu for so long, how could he not know his problem? It was simply his fluffy addiction acting up.
“Ah! Zeraora, quick! Save me!” A Tu fell to the ground, feigning agony and rolling around.
Zeraora's mouth twitched. It was hard to connect the fluffy-obsessed person in front of him with the Champion from two months ago. Seeing his Trainer making more and more noise, Zeraora reluctantly extended his cat paw to A Tu, deliberately glancing to the side.
“Oraora.” (Just this once.)
A Tu, who had been throwing a tantrum on the ground, did a carp jump, then pounced and hugged the tsundere Zeraora, burying his head in Zeraora's chest fur, vigorously absorbing Zeraora's fluffy energy.
“This is the taste, mmm~”
A cross mark appeared above his head, and faint electric currents surfaced on Zeraora's body. It was Zeraora's Spark move.
“Zeraora, wait a minute…” A Tu was shocked by Zeraora into a standard exploded hairstyle.
A Tu fell to the ground again, exhaling a puff of black smoke, seemingly in a state of being crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Zeraora snorted. Seeing his Trainer no longer moving, he bent down, picked him up, and walked towards the living room.
“Hmm… Zeraora, don't shock your Trainer into a daze.” Gardevoir looked at the Trainer lying on Zeraora, knowing without guessing that the Trainer had gone and courted death again.
But the next second, the Trainer woke up, looked at Zeraora in front of him, turned his head in another direction, took a deep sniff of the fluffy Zeraora, and then peacefully closed his eyes again.
Lightning flashed in Zeraora's palm, ready to let this extremely perverse Trainer taste the power of Plasma Fists.
At this moment, Zeraora felt a Psychic fluctuation. The next moment, A Tu and his four Pokemon were teleported to a starry sky.
Accompanied by intense light, a figure incredibly familiar to A Tu appeared before everyone.
“Holy crap, Alpaca! Bah, Arceus.” A Tu looked at the creator god Arceus in front of him and subconsciously blurted out his nickname.
Zeraora shielded A Tu, lightning gathering on his fists. Gardevoir also stood to A Tu's right, stacking Special Attack with Calm Mind. Meowscarada's small bombs were already poised for action, and Sylveon was attempting to use Misty Terrain. They felt an extremely powerful aura from Arceus.
“Human, we meet again.” Arceus's tone was calm, as if he didn't care much about A Tu's previous insolence.
A Tu nodded. He was originally an ordinary, well-behaved young man (poor, sleepy, hungry) from Earth. One day, he was hit by a hundred-ton truck, breaking the men's 100-meter world record, and then he arrived in the Pokemon world and met Arceus.
Arceus didn't bring him here to be a mascot, but to solve the problem of Team Rockets. This time he brought him here, presumably to check on his work progress.
“Uh… I think my work progress is nearing its end, but it hasn't been completely finished. If my work is completed, then my work will be completed…”
Arceus: Judgment warning.
“No.” This time A Tu was honest.
Arceus helplessly used Psychic to wipe away non-existent sweat from his forehead and said, “Never mind. There are a bit too many Pokemon in this world, so I sent some Pokemon to another world. However, the humans in that world don't recognize Pokemon, which has caused many unnecessary troubles. Now, prepare yourself, go to that world to stream, increase Pokemon's popularity, and resolve the conflicts between humans and Pokemon.”
“No way!” A Tu crossed his arms. “I already have my own Pokemon now. Isn't it good to be your Champion here? A mere Team Rockets, I can grasp them in minutes and refine them in an instant.”
“This is a notification, not a request.” Arceus said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Zeraora and the other Pokemon were already preparing to charge up and attack Arceus. Although their Trainer was very perverse, if anyone wanted to separate them from A Tu, they would have to step over their dead bodies.
“You can also go with your Trainer.” Arceus said faintly.
Oh… then it's fine.
Several Pokemon immediately lay down on the spot.
“Hey, what's wrong with you guys? He's going to drag us off to be slave labor! Aren't you going to resist?”
Zeraora turned around, his backside facing A Tu, and said, “Actually, going to another world to play is quite nice, at least more comfortable than this current life.”
“No way!” A Tu wrapped his arms around Zeraora's belly, secretly petting the fluffy cat while crying, “Zeraora, we're the best partners…”
“Then don't hug me when you sleep anymore, and there's no problem with staying here.”
“Arceus, when do we depart?”
Arceus looked at A Tu, who had once again been shocked into an exploded hairstyle, and was pondering whether bringing this human here was the right choice in the first place.
“I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet.” Arceus said.
“No, how can you tell I'm in a hurry?”
Arceus ignored A Tu's grumbling and waved his hand, summoning a translucent light-blue holographic screen that floated before them.
It displayed A Tu's identity in the other world, as well as relevant information and personal details about that world.
“Take a look, then prepare to depart.” Arceus said faintly.
“Wait a minute, why don't you go solve it yourself?” A Tu turned to look at Arceus.
“I have important things to do.”
“What things?”
“Sleeping.”
Arceus pushed hard, and they felt a strong thrust, traversing space and time, leaving only A Tu's loud shout before he left.
“Damn Alpaca, you wait for me!!!”
Arceus closed the space-time portal, ready to reward himself with a nice nap.