Pokemon: These Players are too annoying!

Blue looked at the players suffering from their losses, feeling frustrated and at a loss for words.

'With their level of Pokémon training… there's no way they'll reach the Indigo League.'

He enjoyed Pokémon battles, but sweeping through these weak opponents was not exciting at all.

'Whatever, even if it's boring, I have to make them regret it!'

Blue definitely had the potential to be a bully…

He said goodbye to his grandfather and Red before leaving, promising Red that they would meet at the first gym.

Red agreed, but feared it would take a while since he had to manage the other players and Pikachu too.

Speaking of Pikachu…

"How sad! I have to hug that little yellow mouse!"

"Right! But I have to ask Red first!"

Such players, recovering their spirits quickly…

But also too carefree…

"Come here, little mouse~"

"Creepy! Don't listen to that guy, listen to me~"

"You two are equally gross," Fairygoth said, looking at Bob and Cuckmaster with a strange expression.

"Oh, by the way, Pikachu is an Electric-type Pokémon, and when it's upset, it can release enough electricity to knock you out," Oak reminded them.

"…Huh?"

"PIKA-CHUUUUU!!"

Pikachu zapped all five players, while Oak and Red managed to dodge just in time.

All five players were blackened and smoking.

"Are you kidding me?! That hurt more than that turtle from that arrogant guy!"

"Well, it is lightning."

"I didn't do anything…"

"Oh wow, my hair is now an afro."

Getting shocked like that, they were surprisingly calm; maybe they understood this was a game, which gave them confidence and made them less afraid of dying?

Red approached, trying to pull Pikachu away, who was extremely annoyed.

He intended to return Pikachu to her Poké Ball, but her expression was so displeased that he realized she didn't like being inside the ball.

Red then signaled for the players to go outside.

Oak reminded the players that they needed to defeat 8 gyms to challenge the League, although he wasn't sure they could do it.

Then, Oak said goodbye to everyone.

"He's definitely the guide; his role is just like that of a village chief," NTRslayer remarked as he walked behind Red.

"Watching him remind everyone of the rules makes me think of my grandpa back in the countryside. I wonder what he's doing now," Cuckmaster said proudly.

"Are you really someone who just came from the countryside?" Bob scratched his head.

"Didn't I mention that a few times?!"

As Red continued walking, he noticed Pikachu stopping near some berry trees. She jumped up and snatched a berry, quickly eating it.

"Damn, I want a Pikachu!" Cuckmaster said with envy.

"But she doesn't listen and is harder to raise than your Totodile."

"My Totodile is just a bit clueless! And who says it's hard to raise, right, Totodile?" Cuckmaster grinned at Totodile in the Poké Ball.

"I'd believe you if your hair wasn't styled with gel and that red."

"Fuck you."

Red then stopped and signaled for everyone to do as they pleased.

They were free!

"I think I need to log out; I like this game, but I have to work tomorrow," Bob said tiredly.

"What? Are you giving up that early?!"

"We've been playing for hours! I haven't even eaten yet."

"Why not eat here? The berries are pretty tasty, after all."

"Stop talking so much! I'm not always free like you, Cuckmaster!"

With that, Bob logged out, his body transforming into light.

"By the way, how do you know the berries taste good? I don't remember them enhancing our sense of taste," he asked.

"Simple! When I buried my face in the ground, I licked them and tasted them," Cuckmaster posed, speaking with extreme pride.

"This guy is really something…"

"Yuck, next time I'll log in when he's not around," the two girls complained before logging out as well.

"Dude… I thought I was crazy enough, but you're on another level," NTRslayer patted Cuckmaster on the back, who was nearly in tears from being treated like this.

As NTRslayer was about to log out, he noticed Weedle approaching him.

"You're the Pokémon I fed this morning and saved me! What are you doing here?!"

Red noticed that Weedle seemed very interested in this player, it looked like it wanted to follow him.

So, Red walked over to grab a Poké Ball he had bought before starting his journey.

NTRslayer and Cuckmaster saw Red approaching. He handed the Poké Ball to NTRslayer and pointed at Weedle.

"Huh? What does he mean?" Cuckmaster scratched his head, not understanding at all.

NTRslayer remembered that Professor Oak had mentioned this.

When a Pokémon is defeated by a trainer, that Pokémon acknowledges the trainer's strength.

After all, to Pokémon, the strong are king.

But sometimes, it's not necessary, as some Pokémon will cherish their trainers and willingly follow them.

NTRslayer looked at Weedle, feeling incredibly moved!

And Red too—he had helped them so much! From now on, he would be known as sugar daddy!

"Weedle, are you willing to be my Pokémon?"

Weedle nodded, and NTRslayer was overjoyed. He held the Poké Ball tightly and threw it at Weedle.

The ball hit Weedle's head, a light shone all over it, and then it was pulled inside the ball. The ball wobbled for a while before coming to a stop.

"Is it successful?" Cuckmaster asked Red, confused.

Red looked at the two and smiled.

Seeing Red's gentle and handsome smile, NTRslayer knew he had succeeded!

"Hooray! I caught… um, what is it again?"

"I think its name is Weedle."

"Oh, I caught a Weedle!" NTRslayer struck a pose.

Seeing this, Red felt even more pleased. He thought about the system's negative comments regarding the players.

'They're not that bad. They still know how to love Pokémon, and they're quite silly. Maybe the system misunderstood them.'

Watching the two fools dancing around joyfully after catching Weedle made him chuckle to himself.