I'm Really Not a Pokémon

"No, is your hand game company now offering a card draw for a free traveler's activity? The point is, this isn't right, is it? Is it okay to draw Pokémon and wear One Piece?"

There was no response.

Rope1 sat under the tree, looking at the Flame-Flame Fruit in his hand and the freckled young man in front of him who was sleeping on his stomach, with a confused look on his face. He was still wearing his Charmander pajamas, still sitting cross-legged on the sofa, but unfortunately the phone in his hand had become a Flame-Flame Fruit. The problem was that he had just played the Pokémon card-drawing game, and the card he drew was Reshiram. He could tell at a glance that the young man in front of him, with freckles on his face, tears in his mouth, and snoring like thunder, was not a human. Oh no, this was Ace...

"...Hey, can you send me back? I admit that I like the One Piece world very much, but it is still hard for me to accept that you let me live without WiFi. As a second-generation instant resident with a car and a house and busy parents, I don't really meet your requirements for selecting world crosser..."

There was still no response.

Rope's voice was weak, he was feeling weak and helpless. If he hadn't gotten over the shock of traveling, he would have... He would have cried.

Why did he have to leave his life behind to live in the dangerous world of One Piece? Dangerous, precarious, no money, no power, and even though they were kind enough to send him to Ace's side and deliver Flame-Flame Fruit to his lips. But he just didn't want to accept it!!!!

"No! Doing business is all about voluntarism, you guys can't do business by rushing around like this! Come out! Let's talk!!!!"

Rope ranted. The sad thing is that Ace is still sleeping soundly.

It's unknown whether Rope's sincerity touched the heavens, Rope's ears rang a nice female voice.

The female voice said apologetically: "Sorry sir, there was a mistake in our work, and you accidentally traveled to the world of One Piece. This is our work mistake. I apologize to you."

Rope was about to cry. He shouted excitedly as if he had seen a long-lost relative: "It's okay, it's okay. I won't blame you as long as you can send me back. You can erase my memory as long as you don't destroy me. I will uninstall the mobile game as soon as I get back and will definitely not add to your workload."

"Yes sir, we'll transfer you to your target world 'Pokémon' right away, have a nice trip!"

"Uh-huh, okay... What did you say? Hey, I don't want to cross, send me back asshole! Hey, hey!!!"

"By the way, as our compensation, the Flame-Flame Fruit in your hand belongs to you, by the way, you'd better eat it as soon as possible, after all, the Pokémon world we chose to randomly put, the danger is still a bit. I hope you will give a favorable comment~"

"I ************1!"

Then, after a flash of white light, Rope in his dinosaur pajamas disappeared again.

At that moment, Ace was still sleeping, and a red flame-shaped fruit on the tree in front of him swayed gently in the wind, and then hit him on the head.

"Yikes! Ouch! Did I fall asleep again?"

His story continued.

Rope felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then he appeared in his original position in an open grassy field, looking up, the sky was filled with twinkling stars and a bright full moon. In his hand, the Flame-Flame Fruit was still emitting a light red light. It was like the eyes of a demon.

Rope instinctively felt he couldn't eat it. If he does, he might not be able to go back.

"Let me go!!!"

In the moonlight, Rope ranted and raved, he roared, he begged, he threatened, and it's unknown if it was because the words were too empty and powerless, so his surroundings remained empty and silent, and the gentle but devilish female voice never appeared again.

The evening breeze chilled Rope's body. His yelling stopped abruptly and he silently wrapped his pajamas around his body like a drowning man grasping for the last straw. Unfortunately, he wasn't drowning, and his pajamas weren't a straw.

During the ten minutes he was ranting, he realized one thing... It's a done deal.

He buried his head between his legs in wordless silence.

He was just a freshman in high school. His home was near the school, and his parents were both successful alumni. Everyone from the principal to the dormitory manager treated him with courtesy. It was because of his parents' success and his talent.

Unfortunately, they're both gone now. His talent in the field of research may have been of some use, but now he's certainly alone.

How can you blame him for being vulnerable? He's only human.

But he soon realized he couldn't stay down any longer. At all times and in all places, there is a certain will that is always the same.

The desire to live is always the same.

He was reminded of this by a purple cobra, which Rope recognized as an Arbok, hissing its bright red letters and staring at Rope as if he were eyeing tonight's midnight snack.

Rope was thankful for his adaptability. He quickly put the loneliness behind him and began to frantically think of a way to escape.

In fact, he came up with the answer right away.

Eat the fruit, the elemental transformation can protect you, and the flame can defend you from the enemy. No problem, this crisis should not be difficult to overcome, after all, you can escape if you can't win. Arson is illegal but it is useful.

The Arbok on the opposite side seemed to be thinking about where to start, so it circled around Rope slowly, spitting out his tongue slowly. The scales on its belly rubbed against the grass, making a rustling sound. It sounded like the footsteps of the god of death, like the bell of impermanence.

Rope saw the movement and realized he couldn't think about it anymore. He told himself that the Pokémon world was better than the One Piece world, and that he could still find all kinds of time and space related legends of Pokémon, and that he still had a chance to go back.

So his heart crossed, gritted his teeth, directly into the hands of the Flame-Flame Fruit into his mouth, and then forced to endure the nausea brought about by the strange taste, continuous rapid gnawing three or five mouthfuls, and then swallowed it.

Arbok was startled by Rope's sudden action, and then his beastly instincts told him that Rope had changed. So he decisively opened his mouth wide, exposed his fangs, and surged forward.

But the moment it closed its mouth, it felt an amazing burning sensation. It felt like it had bitten into a ball of flame.

And it was... That's exactly what happened.

"Fire Fist!"

The boy with flames in his eyes and mouth swung his flaming fist and blasted Arbok's body so hard that the flames erupted and Arbok felt like it had been hit by a Charizard with a Flamethrower before, no, it was worse than that. It even felt the loss of life.

Its head was carried away from Rope's neck and hit the ground hard.

It palpitated as the flaming, pajama-clad teenager dragged his badly burned body out of the place in a panic.

Rope stared at it until it disappeared into the rich night air without a trace.

He breathed a sigh of relief and passed out.

What he didn't realize was that a camera with a flashing red light was recording everything, silently.