Even Sinnoh champions have to work hard.

God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light in the world. A gentle green light illuminated the whole world, like an oasis spreading in people’s hearts.

But no one has ever thought about where the green light comes from. They can't think of it, and they can't even imagine it, because ordinary people can't imagine that even God needs light.

But it is true that even gods yearn to be loved, to be liked, and to have emotions.

"Lord Arceus, are you sure you want to do this?" a clear, childlike voice rang out.

In this endless darkness and depth, at the boundary between the present world and the reverse world, even Dialga, the god of time, and Palkia, the god of space, could hardly reach it. Only Giratina, the god of the reverse world, could barely convey his will there.

"Don't call me Arceus anymore." The voice was cool and clear, yet as lovely as a girl next door, making it hard to understand: "From now on, there will be no more Arceus in time. When this life ends, perhaps there will be no more Arceus in time, and all that will remain is—Asuna!"

Is it worth it?

“There’s never been such a thing as worth it or not, Giratina. I thought you would understand that quite well.”

Giratina's voice was full of confusion: "That trainer is indeed very good, but do you really want to do this? What if something goes wrong?"

“Some things cannot be measured by reason. I have long understood this, and I have never thought about equivalent exchange.” Asuna’s eyes were filled with a happy smile: “Don’t worry, little Giratina, everything is ready, there will be no problem.”

"Are you sure there's no problem?"

"No problem, I know him too well. This is the best way to cheat, hehe."

The white-haired girl's eyes held a bright smile, making her hard to fathom.

P.S. Hmm, it's almost time for volume three.

Chapter 1: The Fat Otaku Rayquaza

I am Rayquaza, a fat otaku!

Hmm, take a closer look: fat otaku's happy water, fat otaku's happy movies, fat otaku's little yellow books, a frail body caused by long-term lack of exercise, and fat accumulated in the buttocks, a weak body without any muscle definition, a loose T-shirt that fat otaku wears, and a weak and dazed look that fat otaku wears. Everything is proving that I, Rayquaza, am a real dead fat otaku!

I, Rayquaza, have always been a true shut-in, not caring about other people's opinions. I'm content with just being myself.

As for anything else?

You don't need to think about it, right?

Anyway, a deadbeat otaku doesn't need a boyfriend, right?

Anyway, isn't it enough for a fat otaku to just have his anime waifu?

Anyway, all a dead fat otaku can do is stay at home and never go out, right?

I also have comics, figurines, light novels, and my waifu, waifu, waifu, and more waifu!

Of course, staying at home costs money, a lot of money!

Fortunately, Rayquaza is extremely wealthy!

This shows how sensible the League is, assigning Rayquaza the job of guarding the sky, meaning protecting the safety of the sky. It sounds very noble, but in reality, it seems to have nothing to do with anything.

Resisting invading aerial forces sounds like an incredibly impressive job, but such an opportunity might only come once every few centuries…

But the money was unexpectedly abundant, terrifyingly abundant, to put it simply—

That's roughly enough for a hardcore otaku to buy a huge number of figurines every month, making you marvel at how considerate the people in charge of the league are!

So Rayquaza, this green caterpillar who lost her dreams, lived a very comfortable and adorable shut-in life in the Sky Tower.

But, but, but I still really want a boyfriend!

Rayquaza, looking utterly miserable, watched "My Name" and "Your Truth in August" at the Sky Tower and then burst into loud sobs: "Why? Why does everyone else have boyfriends and girlfriends? Why don't I? Why do I have nothing?"

As Rayquaza spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice trembled with sobs. He was unable to speak. It was so painful!

"She's so cute! Even though her hair is green, she's really adorable! Even though her breasts are a little small, her butt is still so perky! Ugh, I really want to find a partner too!"

Rayquaza's heartfelt wailing was so pitiful, his lament so touching, but it gradually began to change its tone: "Why don't I have a boyfriend? Why don't I have a girlfriend? Why don't I have a boyfriend who can be my girlfriend? Damn it! I really want a boyfriend who's slim-waisted, long-legged, and handsome, who can dress me up in little skirts and even cosplay as my various wives!"

"I really want it! This little request isn't unreasonable at all!"

Completely oblivious to the fact that its demands were excessive, Rayquaza was wailing like a black man crying in the dark, so dark that it was impossible to tell whether the night had darkened the man or the man had darkened the night, making people—make people—unable to help but laugh out loud.

However, a dead fat otaku is still a dead fat otaku. Just like the author and his group members, the sadness of a dead fat otaku will not last. As one of the thousands of dead fat otaku, after wailing for a long time, Rayquaza resumed playing the game as if nothing had happened.

The sadness has been hidden, and no trace of pain can be seen anymore; there is only simple joy!

Just be happy!

Soda for couch potatoes! Movies for couch potatoes! Everything is so joyful, the only downside is...

The game Rayquaza is playing right now is a little strange...

The game is called "Bishoujo Chika Mirror 3". It is a very serious 18+ bishoujo game, which is a sacred object that otaku usually worship. It is commonly known as a "little eroge" (adult game).

As Rayquaza played, its behavior became strange. Its dazed eyes resembled those of a cat enjoying a cotton swab, its flushed face looked like it had a cold and it was panting heavily. Its body became increasingly hot, as if it were in the Sahara Desert, radiating a passionate aura, and it writhed restlessly.

"Ugh, this game is amazing! It's so good!" Rayquaza shifted restlessly, silently hugging the cross-dressing male body pillow next to it. It stuck out its little tongue and gently licked the potato chip crumbs and seasoning powder off its fingers before gently placing it down there.

"Let's generate electricity for a while!" Just like countless other otaku, Rayquaza, a solitary otaku, began his wonderful journey of generating electricity while enjoying playing adult games!

Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, and friendliness

For a long, long time—

Happy times are always so short. Just like countless otaku, after successfully venting their dirty desires, Rayquaza feels so empty, and life is so lonely and helpless.

Why? Why is this happening?

Why have I, one of the three pillars of Hoenn, been reduced to this state of being only able to generate electricity at home? It's just too tragic no matter how you look at it!

"Hmm, I feel like I need to go out and flirt with all the cute girls and handsome guys!" Rayquaza's mind was filled with countless unrealistic images. In his dreams, he was surrounded by countless adorable boys and girls, embracing them on both sides, shouting out arrogant words like "You are all my wings," just like the unbridled arrogance of those early days of Rising Star. But reality...

That's really cruel!

It's so cruel, so heartbreaking. After waking up from the dream, all that's left is endless emptiness and bitterness. Tears well up in your eyes, making you feel sad and helpless.

What else can I do? Rayquaza silently opened the epic yet simple game "Shining Soul 3" and thought to himself. For a true shut-in, going out is out of the question. He has no job and no boyfriend, so there's no way he can go out!

Perhaps only games can offer me warmth in this materialistic and indifferent world. Rayquaza thought silently, wondering when this kind of life would end, but—

"I really do want a boyfriend!"

Rayquaza let out a long sigh, its tone filled with helplessness. It wasn't because it was still a member of the party, but because…

"I got bitten to death by wild dogs again!"

P.S. Update: Oops, I need some inspiration for the new volume.

Chapter 2 Do you really understand your wife?

It's been quite a while since Lugia left.

Time always flies, especially for hardworking office workers. When they repeat the same monotonous routine of home, work, home, get up, eat, go to work, get off work, eat, go to get off work, get off work, eat, shower, have sex, and sleep, they will find that time is passing so fast that they lose themselves.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Rie Kugimiya lay in Shiroki Kazama's arms, gently wrapping her arms around his waist. "Is something on your mind?"

Having just engaged in some recreational activities beneficial to her physical and mental health, Rie nestled in Kazama Shiramo's arms like a kitten, obediently waiting to be fed.

"Nothing, just thinking about some things." Kazama Shiromo smiled and patted Rie's head. Rie always had such a soft and gentle look, which was very endearing and cute.

"Ugh!" Rie Kugimiya punched Shiromi Kazama's chest furiously with her little fists. "You were thinking about other things while we were in bed together? Do you want to die?"

"No, not at all." Kazama Shiromo lied very naturally, which was quite frustrating.

It's so bitter to talk about. When did it start? When did I learn to do this? I learned to naturally hide my thoughts and feelings, which is heartbreaking.

So how did I learn to lie? Lying to the person I love most is such a sinful thing, so sinful that it makes me sad and hard to accept, yet I can't help but say it out loud.

What exactly is wrong with this?

It's indescribable and hard to put into words. Many things are just so frustrating, unacceptable yet unavoidable, making people feel extremely uncomfortable. But the truth is just that terrible, so real. Reality is just too real.

"Waaaaaah, smack smack smack smack smack." Rie Kugimiya frantically kissed Shiroki Kazama's little face, making Shiroki both amused and surprised.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Kazama Shiromo pondered. They were already an old married couple, yet they were still so affectionate, like a young couple who had just fallen in love two or three days ago.

How strange! Why is there no impatience at all? There is only a surge and outflow of pure love, which makes one unconsciously subdued and intoxicated, and makes one unable to stop thinking, unable to stop reminiscing, reminiscing about many things, reminiscing about this kind of pleasant thing.

It's so pleasurable! Even though it's not normal, it's really pleasurable! Pleasure makes people happy, makes them like, makes them miss, makes them think, makes them wonder if they truly love the other person.

Even if a scumbag like himself no longer has the awareness to love the other person, he no longer has the thought or desire to think about anything else.

It's like when a jerk once said, "You like the ocean, and I loved you!"

Why can we so naturally have these feelings for different people and Pokémon? It's not just a simple desire; in fact, it would be better if it were just a simple desire, as it would be more reassuring.

If you only have simple desires for people other than your wife or for Pokémon, then it means there aren't too many problems besides the headaches caused by excessive hormones. It's not like you'll just get a beating and a lesson at home to make sure you never do it again.

However, infidelity involving emotional involvement.

That's terrifying and unacceptable.

It's terrible that you've developed feelings called love for a creature other than your wife. Feelings are such a luxury, and it's best to give all that luxury to one person.

What couldn't be separated, if it was separated, then trouble would ensue.

At least right now, Kazama Shiramo would think—I'm disgusting!

So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting! So disgusting!

I am such a disgusting man that one can't help but wonder what could possibly make someone feel so nauseous, so disgusting, so repulsive, that one feels like throwing up last night's midnight snack.

Are you feeling very unwell?

A gentle voice rang in my ears, echoing in my mind, filling me with despair and sorrow, for she was so gentle, so virtuous, like an ideal wife existing only in legends.

How much of a scumbag must I be to have an affair with such a dreamlike, gentle, and virtuous wife, or have had such relationships with other people's Pokémon more than once?

What a beast!

It's so beastly, so unacceptable, so unbearable, but...

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"Idiot!" Rie Kugimiya hugged Shiramo Kazama tightly around the waist. "I don't know what you mean by 'sorry,' but if you really feel there's something you're sorry about, then change it. I won't ask anymore, but you must remember to change it properly!"

"Mm." Kazama Shiromo gently pressed his forehead against Kugimiya Rie's, his eyes filled with an unreadable light, but at this moment he was telling her from the bottom of his heart: "No, never again, never again."

Ho-Oh is gone, Lugia is gone, they won't bother us anymore, right? Gardevoir, Froslass, and Oboro, tell them to stop doing this kind of thing, right? As for Erika...

Let's stop contacting each other. We've already gone this far wrong, we can't afford to make any more mistakes. Let's end it here. Everything that's not right, let's start over. We won't make any more mistakes, nothing will go wrong again.