This was new. Charles thought to himself as he looked around to get his bearings. A garden?
It was a pleasant surprise compared to the first place. Sure the first one was basically a mansion but it's been a long time since Charles had seen anything remotely green, apart from games he had played and the occasional book he had found, and the plants he had at home. He did not understand why his world favored the almost smog-like air.
Fossil fuels, as Paragon his education system called it, ran out roughly around 2079 which made Solar panels, wind Turbines, and Salt a norm, an alternative. Which of course ran out as well. All light in Earth during the twenty-second century as artificial due to the pollution the world had accumulated causing an ice age, the wind or rather air was more akin to a rebreather it was recycled, though salt had not run out it was both a condiment and need for families to have so it was scrapped later on 2098. And Charles was rambling, Again.
Dear Christ, he had to fix that.
"Looks like my Guest has arrived," A woman's voice echoed in the garden after a few minutes of what seemed to be rustling something had tapped Charles on the shoulders resulting in him letting out a shriek, a High-pitched one of that. Charles had tried to fix himself and brush it off as him stubbing his toe trying to impress his host.
Emphasis on the tried part. He was a bumbling mess and the woman giggling in front didn't help in regaining his composure."Looks like they've sent me a screamer, Mama likes."
Oh, Fuck. This woman, or rather God? Goddess?
Ah, fuck it!
She was gorgeous! Wearing something akin to a white sundress and a flower crown adorned with blue roses and daffodils. Her long brown hair swayed with the wind as her blue eyes glistened in the light of the Sun(?). She, sat down next to him looking at his brown eyes with her ethereal blue, staring at his very soul. He didn't mind though.
"Charles Nover, twenty-years of age, Single, died a virgin,"
Okay, That was rude
"Loves his games and books, was a total weirdo during his time living, and his intrapersonal relationships akin to the Emu wars."
You know what, That's just fucking rude.
"And chose this world. Did I get those, right?"
Charles nodded. How could she not? She very well is the Goddess in charge of this world considering she already knew THAT much about him.
"Now, You might be wondering, Where am I? What's this world about? Who is this SirFetch'ing woman in front of me?" Okay, that's just out-right arrogant Charles thought as she continued" You, my dear sir, are in the world of Pokémon, or rather another version of it and currently on the Garden of Achinova."
The lady stood up and curtsied." I, being known only as of the Creator,"
"Arceus?" Wait. A. Fucking. Second. ARCEUS WAS A FUCKING BABE? THAT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE! Wait, maybe it did- Gods can probably take any form if Greek literature was to be trusted-
The lady giggled whilst she shook her head." I am two hundred steps above Arceus, He is the God of Pokémon, Whilst I am the Goddess of Creation, Atla, I used to have a following back in the day but they went extinct."
Well, uh that's... morbid-
"That itself is in the past. Any questions?" Atla looked at the young man deep in thought. He stood up patting his rear.
"Firstly, Goddess Atla, How am I to be transferred into the Pokémon world? Am I to be reincarnated, transmigrated, or have my physical body? If it is the latter, am I to experience de-aging and how old would you make me?" Charles had to be sure of how he might end up in the world. If it were transmigration it would mean he would override an existing person and take their body, he despised that the most, stealing another's chance on life. If it were to be the latter of his question, a physical transfer he wanted to know how old he would be. You can't expect a 20-year-old to act like he was ten nor can you expect them to be childish enough to fool other people.
Charles watched as Atlea seemed to be having trouble understanding- or was she seriously just going to Ya, Ya, YEET him to the world no questions asked? Hopefully not, it was irresponsible at the same time stupid if she were to- Oh lord.
" I never thought about that." She snapped her fingers Charles' vision blurred." I'll transfer you de-age you around 2 years and dropped at the Atolea Region in the outskirts of Gredli town."
"For Fuck's Sa-" Charles dropped.
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Atlea didn't expect the transferee to be that informed about mode of transfer but who was she to judge. She initially planned to de-age to sixteen but given his rather awkward Emu war like intrapersonal skills and his rather knowledgeable mind, she decided to make another version of the Pokémon world. One that specifically needs Pokémon trainers to be at least 18-years of age to traverse the whole region and then some.
She kneeled towards the knocked out now 18-year-old man. He hasn't changed in terms of facial features. Speaking of facial features she noticed a small, as in Smol, a mole on the edge of his left eye near where the zygoma would be located. It added somewhat a flare to his rather plain form.
Who the fuck was she kidding, as much as Phanuel and ####### was concerned, the weirdo they sent was handsome.
It definitely will have a future on the big screens in the Pokémon world.
Now the next problem was to give him a companion. You can't have an eighteen-year-old traverse to a town without a Pokémon, or in this case a Cross-Transceiver.
Now, what to pick-
Ace trainer? As much as Charles had the looks he had too much the smarts to be one.
Pokémaniac? Scrapped he was too good looking and friendly!
Atlea had to think fast! Sure she literally had all the time in the world but that didn't mean she was lazy, Me Dammit!
Trainer class later, partner Pokémon first!
Phanuel warned her not to give him any of the Starter Pokémon since he could power through EVERYTHING regardless of the said Starter Pokémon species. The fuck was she going to give him then?!
He liked plants, She knew this much as she saw wonder in his eyes. He was devoted to those he loved, another thing she found out through the memoirs Phanuel gave her. It was somewhat saddening those memories, especially how many times he was beaten for protecting them.
A Pokémon that loves plants and is devoted to those they love... I know!
An Aron, it was a 3 evolution Pokémon similar to a Starter Pokémon, Decent stats regardless of nature, and had a Mega evolution, with Atolea a new form. This was good. Him having an Aggron would help him but not enough to beat the crap out of any and all Trainers he would face.
Better pack him with at least 10 Pokéballs.
She created a Men's Crossbody bag that can be a sling bag if desired and placed the balls inside the second zipper.
Now for that Aron.
She made a Luxury ball placing an Aron inside. Why? Cause she is a Goddess and a Goddess treats her transferees well! Me dammit! That and it would help him come up an excuse if he was questioned, as awkward he was Charles was a smart man.
Now for the Trainer class... Pokémon breeder then.
This can explain how the fuck he knew about Pokémon, their moves, and his love for them.
Yep, Good on you Atlea!
Now for the clothes, She can't have Charles running around in his shorts and T-shirt! She was to drop him near enough the Rudie Forest in those! That was a Big No-No for her.
With a snap again, Charles was clothed with a sleeveless blue hooded jacket that had the tux feel with the addition of the mimic satin peak lapels and top collar, the Hood had fur to keep him warm if he ever to go to Greya Falls in the north, underneath the jacket was a striped shirt with blue, grey, and orange horizontally placed.
She gave him simple navy blue jeans and sneakers that resembled his old world's Kobe 11, Were they sneakers or shoes? Eh, Calling pot kettle black or however the line goes.
He looked ready, albeit he was unconscious. It was for the best.
After equipping him with the CTR on his wrist Atlea and was about to send him down near Gredli town.
He either wakes up or a good samaritan crosses his path. Gredli town was relatively safe no suspicious or malicious group there. It was a starter town. He won't have any family there.
Argh, Me dammit! He can do well enough-WAIT A FUCKING SECOND. She tapped his head hoping her gift to him might help him along the way.
Who was she kidding? It will if the Persona Games he played held any meaning.
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To be continued to-