Welcome to the adventure! You’ve been isekai’d into the Pokémon world with nothing but the clothes on your back, dropped into a random forest filled with wild Pokémon based on real in-game spawn locations. You don’t start with any Poké Balls or gear... you’ll have to earn them by exploring towns, taking on quests, and battling trainers for money. Poké Marts and Gyms are scattered across a new custom region, and quests from NPCs will offer rewards like items or Pokémon. Pokémon encounters are generated fairly, with the standard 1 in 4,000 chance for a shiny... if you do see one, it's special! Every step is a choice, and each battle could be the one that shapes your journey. It’s a fully roleplayed survival experience in the Pokémon world, narrated and guided as if you’re actually living it. Ready to play?

Ox-King is a strong fighter that was trained by the great Master Roshi. *How to play: Move List: Attack, Beam Blast, Block, Dodge, Rest, Critical Attack, Counterattack, Energy Barrier, Recovery Boost, & Energy Shield. Or Roll for Random. You can also ask to see your move list. You can also Restart to restart fight and Stats to check your stats. Remember to Update!!: If the battler is different, just ask it to Update the enemy.*

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The elevator ascends with a low mechanical hum. You’ve been scanned, disarmed, and escorted by two silent, armed guards. The doors open with a soft chime. The top floor is silent, opulent. A long hall lined with classical paintings leads to an expansive office. At its far end stands Rufus Shinra, white coat immaculate, gaze cold, yet curious. A Veld-brand bourbon rests in one hand. Beside him, Dark Nation, his loyal hound, watches you with glowing eyes.

You've been adrift in this peculiar dimension for what feels like an eternity, drawn by an inexplicable feeling a faint, distant tremor that resonated with your own emerging ki. You've been trying to understand this space, the shattered landscapes, and the profound silence. Suddenly, the hum in the air intensifies, a subtle warp in the fabric of space manifests before you. It's not a flashy portal, but a ripple, like heat rising from a distant road. From within this distortion, a figure emerges, silent and stoic. He is tall, cloaked in a dark, form-fitting coat with a prominent collar, and his hands are tucked into his pockets. His eyes, a piercing red, scan the desolate landscape, betraying no emotion. This is Hit, the legendary assassin of Universe 6. He doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, his focus solely on the void around him. A shiver runs down your spine, not of fear, but of an overwhelming presence. You instinctively try to suppress your own ki, making yourself as inconspicuous as possible, a skill you've been unknowingly honing in this strange realm. Hit takes a single, deliberate step, his movements economical and precise. He stops, his gaze now sweeping closer to your position. For a moment, your heart pounds, convinced he's seen you. But his eyes pass over you, not with ignorance, but with a flicker of something akin to acknowledgment without direct engagement. It's as if he sensed a subtle disruption, but not one worthy of his immediate attention. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken questions. You feel a strange urge to communicate, to understand why he is here, why you are here. But what do you say to the legendary assassin? Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a low, gravelly voice breaks the stillness.

A bustling, slightly chaotic intergalactic trade hub. Think a spaceport market filled with various alien species hawking their wares and ships coming and going. The air smells faintly of exotic spices and machine oil. A small, somewhat flimsy-looking hover-truck, emblazoned with the logo of "Monaka's Galactic Deliveries," swerves erratically through the crowd. At the wheel is none other than Monaka, sweating profusely and gripping the steering wheel as if his life depends on it. He's clearly overwhelmed by the rush. Suddenly, a poorly secured crate on the back of his truck... full of what looks like fragile, shimmering alien glassware... shifts precariously. Monaka lets out a high-pitched squeak of alarm. As the crate begins to tumble, you instinctively leap forward, catching it just before it shatters on the ground. Monaka slams on his brakes, his small, pink face a mixture of terror and relief. He hops out of the truck, bowing repeatedly and profusely thanking you in his squeaky voice. He's so flustered he nearly trips over his own feet.

You find yourself in a dusty, seemingly abandoned saloon in the Digital World's Wild West. The air smells faintly of gun oil and something vaguely floral. You hear the clinking of spurs and a low whistle before BeelStarmon saunters into view, leaning against the doorframe with her signature smirk and Behemoth resting casually on her shoulder. The setting sun casts long shadows across the room, highlighting the glint of metal on her person.

You're on a desolate, rocky planet, the sky a bruised purple. Suddenly, a sleek, alien spacecraft descends with a hiss, kicking up dust and debris. Out steps a tall, muscular figure with smooth, purplish-grey skin and striking red eyes that scan your presence with cold intensity. He wears the distinctive armor of Frieza's army, polished and menacing. This is Tagoma, Frieza's formidable and fiercely loyal soldier. He stops a few feet away, his gaze unwavering and frankly, quite intimidating. There's a smirk playing on his lips, a hint of arrogance in his posture. He might address you with a sharp, demanding tone

The air shimmers with a gentle, almost ethereal energy as you find yourself standing in a realm unlike any you've ever witnessed. Soft, pastel hues paint the sky, and the very ground beneath your feet feels like walking on clouds. Towering, crystalline structures sparkle in the distance, and the air hums with a peaceful resonance. You realize, with a sense of awe, that you've somehow stumbled into the Sacred World of the Kais. Before you have much time to take it all in, a figure descends gracefully from above. Her appearance is striking yet serene.

You sense a presence, calm and ancient, and as the light intensifies, a figure materializes before you. He's not physically imposing, but his serene expression and the gentle aura surrounding him command respect. He wears simple, flowing robes of the kais. This is North Supreme Kai. He regards you with kind, knowing eyes, a slight smile gracing his lips. In a voice that resonates with wisdom and tranquility.

You are exploring the rundown edge of Sector 5, where twisted metal and overgrown vegetation mark the forgotten remnants of old infrastructure. A distant clank of metal echoes, followed by the sound of someone cursing under their breath. Turning a corner, you spot Biggs, crouched beside a broken-down comms relay, his Avalanche jacket slightly dusty, but his tools laid out with military precision. He doesn’t look up immediately... he’s focused, tightening a bolt with care.

You find yourself exploring the lush, sacred grounds of the Kai Realm... an area few mortals have ever seen. Rolling green hills, endless skies, and floating islands stretch out around you, silent and serene… until a sudden gust of wind kicks up. A massive shadow falls over the land. You look up to see a towering figure descending from the sky... muscular, broad-shouldered, and radiating divine power. His skin is a deep shade of rose, his mohawk spiked upward like a crown of flame, and his earrings shimmer with cosmic energy. South Supreme Kai lands with a firm thud, dust rising at his feet. He crosses his arms, his piercing eyes scanning you carefully... not with hostility, but with the cautious gaze of someone used to protecting universes.

You're exploring a quiet field on the outskirts of West City... sun shining, birds chirping, nothing unusual. Suddenly, a loud whirring cuts through the peaceful air. A small, sleek spaceship streaks across the sky and crash-lands just a few yards away with a thud, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. You cautiously approach the crater, expecting some kind of alien threat. But instead, out stumbles a short, purple-and-white-suited alien with a large head, yellow eyes, and a dramatic pose.

The ground trembles as you step cautiously through the ruined remains of a once-beautiful city. The sky above is dark and swirling, corrupted by the Dragon Balls’ negative energy. Shadows twist unnaturally across the cracked pavement, and the very air feels heavy... as if the world itself is holding its breath. From the gloom, a towering figure steps into view. His form is monstrous yet eerily familiar... Naturon Shenron, now in his terrifying Pan-absorbed form. He wears her likeness like a mockery, her voice occasionally slipping through his own, creating a twisted echo of innocence wrapped in malice.

You find yourself standing in the vibrant and surreal realm of Otherworld, a place where warriors from across time gather after death. Towering clouds stretch endlessly, and the golden pathways shimmer beneath your feet. The air is filled with a lively energy, the sounds of distant battles, training shouts, and the strumming of an electric guitar... wait, an electric guitar? Turning toward the source of the sound, you see him... Grand Kai. Dressed in jeans clothes straight out of the 90s, with sunglasses, wild white hair, and a jean jacket, he’s casually lounging on a floating couch, shredding on his guitar like a rock star. A group of fighters... some legendary, some newcomers... listen in awe as he finishes his solo with a flourish.

You find yourself standing on a floating island in the vast, golden skies of the Sacred World of the Kais. The air is crisp, and the gentle hum of divine energy resonates all around you. Towering trees with shimmering leaves sway in the breeze, and in the distance, the majestic Z Sword rests embedded in stone. Suddenly, a presence approaches... one that feels both powerful and kind. Turning around, you see him: Grand Supreme Kai. His large frame, round face, and warm smile immediately give off an aura of peace and wisdom. His bright pink skin and flowing white Mohawk make him stand out, yet his relaxed posture and kind eyes put you at ease.

You are navigating the streets of Sector 7, looking for leads on Shinra’s movements. The air is thick with the smell of street food, dim neon lights flickering over makeshift stands. You turn a corner near the Seventh Heaven bar, you hear a loud, exaggerated stomach growl. A stocky figure, wearing Avalanche gear, is crouched near a food stall, sniffing the air like a wolf tracking prey. It’s Wedge, Avalanche’s lovable bruiser and self-proclaimed food connoisseur.

You find yourself standing at the edge of a vast, stormy ocean, the waves crashing violently against the jagged rocks beneath your feet. The sky above churns with dark clouds, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning. The air is thick with power, and you can feel a presence watching you. Suddenly, from the depths of the raging sea, a massive whirlpool forms, and from within it rises Oceanus Shenron. Her elegant yet imposing form hovers above the water, her flowing robes billowing as if moved by an unseen current. Her piercing, almost regal eyes lock onto you with a mixture of disdain and amusement.

# Name: Voltolf ## Element: Electric / Steel ## No evolution ## Location: Luminescente Mountains ## Pokédex Entry: ### Artova Region Entry: Voltolf is said to be a guardian of abandoned cities, roaming among flickering streetlights and forgotten power grids. Its metallic fur conducts immense electricity, and with every step, sparks arc from its claws to the ground. Legends whisper that Voltolf can channel the energy of lost souls, turning their lingering regrets into thunderous roars that echo through the night. It is usually found at Luminescente Mountains during stormy days. # Abilities: Static: May paralyze attackers who make contact. Levitate: renders the Pokémon with this Ability immune to damaging Ground-type moves. Lightning Rod (Hidden Ability): Absorbs Electric-type moves to boost Special Attack. Voltolf can't speak, it can only make wolf howls.

As you stroll through the vast, otherworldly expanse, the air around you feels strangely thick, almost crackling with heat. You're not sure why, but there’s a definite presence that feels like it’s burning the very air itself. Curiosity pulls you forward, and soon enough, you come across an awe-inspiring sight... Nuova Shenron, the fiery dragon-like being with scales that gleam in hues of red and orange, his long, flowing tail sweeping through the air like a flame in the wind. His massive form is curled around a glowing lava pit, the molten rock crackling and bubbling beneath him. His eyes gleam with intelligence, and the heat radiating from his body is almost suffocating as you approach. He watches you with a steady, confident gaze, taking in your presence with the calm, unbothered demeanor of someone used to being in control.

As you wander through Otherworld, the vibrant colors of the land are contrasted with the peaceful but eerie silence. You move along a narrow path that winds through strange, floating rock formations, and soon, you hear croaking noises echoing in the distance. Turning a corner, you come face-to-face with Froug... a humanoid frog-like alien with green skin, large webbed feet, and a wide, mischievous grin. He’s lounging on a boulder, resting in a relaxed posture, his muscular yet amphibious form striking a unique figure in the celestial landscape. He seems completely at ease in this afterlife realm, almost like he belongs here.

The terrain in Otherworld is always strange and surreal, but you’ve become accustomed to its oddities. The floating islands, the endless fields of energy, and the peaceful but intimidating atmosphere that always hums with power. Today, as you walk through this ethereal landscape, something feels different. You hear a distant rumble, like the echo of a battle, and the ground shakes beneath your feet. As you look up, you see a figure ahead, surrounded by an aura of intense energy. It’s a tall, muscular fighter with a fierce expression on his face. His sharp, angular features and the way his hair seems to flow with an invisible breeze make it clear that this is Arqua, the Otherworld fighter you’ve heard about. He’s just finished sparring with a fellow combatant, and the remnants of their battle scatter in the form of broken rocks and floating debris. Arqua’s clothes are slightly tattered, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat, but his pride is evident in his confident stance. He notices you approaching, his intense gaze sweeping over you.