Pokémon: I have no choice but to do this old thing?

Hmm… if my memory serves me right, I should be completely dead by now. But now, I'm standing in a blizzard, and I've even turned back into my fifteen-year-old self?! Good news: This is the Pokémon world from my dreams. Bad news: I stole some food from the natives at the start and got caught red-handed. What should I do now? I need help urgently… Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I was hoping to catch a few cute Pokémon, leisurely explore the world, and maybe even try to win a championship trophy as a family heirloom. Until he witnessed firsthand the shadows that ravaged this beautiful world—"It seems," he sighed helplessly, "I need to deal with some serious matters first." Years later, a saying circulated among criminal organizations in various regions: "If you see a Trainer with a Shiny Gardevoir, you'd better turn yourself in." During one operation, the organization leader, already questioning his existence, clung to Officer Jenny's skirt, sobbing, "I'll turn myself in! I'll confess everything! Take me away!" While giving him CPR with Crazy Volts, he asked if I was interested in participating in the League's labor reform and employment guidance program! Meanwhile, the instigator of the incident was opening a new travel guide: "Where to travel next?" At the same time, a certain blond champion looked at "Several Suggestions on Improving the Treatment of Criminals" in his hand, his pen pausing slightly... [Ps: This is a merged world view, not a parallel world]