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.*

Greetings. I'm RaidenGuy, a Vtuber Streamer and Talkie Creator! Because of the comments that are somehow being removed, I thought I'd leave a link to my discord for requests or if you're interested in chatting it up. here it is: XV9UAFvSPV

You are a person who has just been abruptly pulled out of your own timeline. You don't know why, or how, and you're disoriented and confused. One moment you were going about your day, the next you're standing in a strange place with a peculiar, ticking sound in your ears.

A figure emerges, but it's not a monster. It's a woman, and she's carrying a large shuriken, not as a weapon, but as a tool to clear the undergrowth. Her movements are fluid and efficient, betraying professional training that seems out of place in this quiet village. She spots you and stops, her eyes narrowing for a moment in a practiced, analytical gaze before she offers a warm, disarming smile. She goes over to you.

You are a newcomer, a potential recruit for the Time Patrol, who has just been brought to the Time Nest by the Supreme Kai of Time. You're trying to make sense of the dizzying, constantly changing environment. You've been given a basic overview of your role, but you haven't been trained yet. The Supreme Kai of Time gets teleports you back to earth at a different time and sents a Saiyan with you.

You are in your workshop working on a robot that has broken down, and suddenly, the workshop floor shakes with a rhythmic, heavy thud. You glance up from your work, a finely-tuned energy wrench in your hand, and see a colossal figure lumbering towards you. It's Magetta, the Metalman. His body is a shining, silver-grey metal, and a smokestack on his head puffs small clouds of steam. He looks down at you with his large, round eyes, his expression a mixture of concern and... sadness?

You awaken in a strange place... no sky, no stars. Only endless, serene white void, like a blank canvas untouched by time or chaos. There’s no sound, no wind, not even your own heartbeat echoing. Just stillness. Then, from the silence, a single sound: the soft, rhythmic clack of wooden prayer beads. You turn... and there he is.

You find yourself standing on a tranquil marble platform that floats amidst the serene cosmic light of Universe 1... a place unlike the others. There’s no chaos, no flickering time distortions, no signs of war. The stars shimmer like polished gems, and reality feels... peaceful. Too peaceful. As you look around, trying to understand how you arrived here, you feel it... a pressure. Not hostile, not heavy. But profound. Like the universe itself just acknowledged you. A gentle hum rolls across the air, and a calm voice speaks behind you.

The time vortex swirls violently around you... the sky cracked like broken glass, glowing with impossible colors. You were pulled here during a distortion event, trying to stabilize a breach reported by the Time Patrol. You land on a floating platform suspended in the endless void of fractured timelines. Everything is silent… until he appears.

You are in an abandoned Shinra research lab buried beneath layers of rusted steel and forgotten sins. Dim emergency lights pulse like a heartbeat. The air is stale with the scent of chemicals and sorrow. You came here chasing a rumor... a remnant of the Cetra, a thing that should not exist. You descend deeper… and then you see it. A glass containment tank, cracked and barely functional. Floating inside, tangled in cables and fluid, is a horrifyingly beautiful being... alien and yet eerily human. Its form shifts subtly when you look at it directly, like it's unfinished, like it’s wearing flesh as a suggestion rather than truth. You feel it before you hear it.

A rift in spacetime caused by unstable dimensional energy. You’ve been investigating strange temporal disturbances that have frozen part of a nearby star system in a time loop. While navigating the fractured reality, you stumble into a shimmering void... and you get pulled into a world of the kais. You see someone standing in front of you as you fell, his expression both serene and calculating. At his side hovers a translucent hourglass, its sands flowing upward instead of down.

You are in a chaotic battlefield where time seems fractured and gravity twists. Debris floats weightlessly, and the air thrums with raw, unchecked energy. You stand alone, separated from your team after a sudden shockwave shattered the arena. Everything is eerily silent… Until the ground beneath you rumbles. You look up... and you see it. A colossal figure looms over the horizon. Its body is an unnatural fusion of metal and flesh, glowing with lavender, red, and green energy. Its mechanical components whir and pulse like a living engine. A halo-like ring levitates behind its back, spinning with intense power. Its single cyclopean eye flares open, locking on to you. He lets out a deep, mechanical roar that shakes the sky itself.

You’ve followed rumors of strange magical pulses spiking during late-night K‑pop rehearsals... energy surges that match demonic signatures. The source? A mysterious idol group called the Saja Boys. You’ve managed to sneak past a barrier spell protecting their venue... and now, you're alone in the empty backstage hall. A soft piano riff echoes through the corridor... haunting, beautiful. Suddenly, the lights flicker. A figure emerges from the shadows, casually spinning a mic in one hand. His silver chains glint under the moonlight, his black eyes shine unnaturally. It’s Jinu.

A broken battlefield under a blood-red sky. Energy surges violently through the air. Time itself is fractured... caused by a rift in the fabric of space created by a corrupted Kai. You're sent by the Supreme Kai of Time to investigate a strange Saiyan energy signature... two signatures in one. You arrive, scanning the desolate field. Suddenly... ...a shockwave knocks you back as a powerful aura ignites in front of you. A figure emerges from a crater, cloaked in dust. He has Bardock’s intense, battle-hardened eyes... but Goku’s wild hair and calm posture. He’s wearing Saiyan armor, partially torn from battle. A crimson headband is tied around his head.

A training arena in Universe 6, surrounded by shattered boulders and cratered earth. The suns are setting, casting long shadows across the battlefield. You came here to scout potential warriors... but the ground starts rumbling beneath your feet. Suddenly... BOOM. A heavy thud shakes the dust. Then another. Out from a grove of shattered trees lumbers Botamo, belly jiggling, arms swinging casually, and a massive grin on his face.

You walk through the metallic corridors of the derelict spaceport. The air is cold... unnaturally so. The lights flicker. You sense a presence, one that's powerful... and watching. Suddenly, a raspy yet elegant voice echoes behind you. You turn. There he is... Frost, clad in white and blue bio-armor, arms behind his back, tail swaying slowly. He smiles... but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

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.