Bottom-tier trainers in the Pokémon world

With his current frail body, he simply cannot withstand the punches honed by years of fighting.

No words are needed, no words are required.

For people like them, whether it's seizing territory or food, might makes right.

Xia Yan understood this perfectly.

As the scarred man drew closer, she tightened her grip on the Poké Ball.

This Poké Ball is a hot potato, but it's also a chance to change his fate, and it's currently his only hope.

With his mouth slightly open, and his Adam's apple moving, foul-smelling air was slowly drawn into his lungs.

Hold your breath.

Enjoying the burning pain in my lungs.

Pressing the button on the Poké Ball caused a red light to flash, and the Poké Ball opened, revealing a small, yellowish-brown insect-like Pokémon with segmented bodies, spikes on its head and tail, and seven pairs of pink abdominal legs between the two.

Unicorn beetle.

A very common elf.

For trainers, they are synonymous with weakness, while for ordinary people, these social and poisonous creatures are beings that should not be provoked in the forest.

This tiny Pokémon, smaller than even the scarred man's fist, and not favored by trainers, became a coveted prize for these lower-class residents.

Upon seeing the unicorn, the scarred man was initially startled, but his greed quickly overwhelmed him.

Desire can distort a person's perception.

Do you know what kind of spirit this is? Do you know how to control a spirit?

His expression was tyrannical, and his voice was fierce.

A trainer is not just someone who owns a Pokémon; they also need the corresponding theoretical knowledge to understand the Pokémon's abilities, habits, and personalities, and to know how to command them in battle to unleash their full potential.

In the scarred man's eyes, someone like Xia Yan, who was almost exhausted just to survive, could not possibly understand elves, let alone command them in battle.

Even if it is a very common unicorn beetle.

Xia Yan had a cold face.

Through his predecessor's memories, he has come to understand that this world is indeed an elf world, but it is not the utopian elf world of "you're good, I'm good, and everyone's good" that he had in mind.

Here, it is not uncommon for humans to perish in the mouths of ferocious spirits, and for precious spirits to become food on human tables.

There is no such thing as absolute friendship between people; there is more deceit, treachery, and backstabbing.

In his past life, he wasn't a good person. He had experienced the harsh realities of society and was well aware of the ugliness of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.

“Unicorn beetle, spin silk.” Xia Yan said coldly, his voice weak but firm.

Upon hearing his command, the unicorn beetle paused, then turned its head to search for the source of the sound.

Those small, dark eyes met Xia Yan's unquestionable gaze.

The little body trembled slightly.

Upon hearing this, the scarred man was taken aback at first, but when he saw the unicorn's reaction, his smile became even more cruel.

He strode forward and charged ahead.

A sense of unease crept into his heart, as if he didn't want the person in front of him to say anything more.

The calloused fist drew closer and closer.

But Xia Yan stood still, or perhaps unable to move, and simply gave the order again:

"Spitting silk!"

Hiss--

Suddenly.

Just as the scarred man's fist was inches from his face, a thin, white thread shot out and wrapped around the fist.

The scarred man was startled.

He wanted to continue using force, but found that the silk threads spun by the tiny unicorn beetle tightly bound his fist, making it difficult to continue swinging it quickly.

Xia Yan took a step back, and his voice rang out again, sounding so grating to the scarred man's ears.

"Unicorn beetle, poison sting."

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

A purple halo appeared on the horn on the unicorn's head, and several tiny, gleaming, venomous needles shot out and pierced the strong arm.

In an instant, the scarred man's face turned red, and large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead. On his arm, which had been pierced by the poisoned needle, purple circles quickly spread and swelled.

Poisoning.

The poison spread rapidly, and the scarred man staggered and knelt down in front of Xia Yan.

Given the unicorn beetle's current abilities and toxins, it won't necessarily kill it, but it will undoubtedly impair its mobility.

Seeing that something was wrong, the two lackeys behind him turned and tried to run away.

But then Xia Yan's leisurely voice came from behind, "Run?"

The two stopped abruptly, turned around stiffly, and looked at each other with fawning expressions.

"This guy, no! This trainer..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Yan interrupted him, "Money, food, clothes, or death, choose one."

His frail body exuded an undeniable coldness.

Chapter Two: The Beginning of the Story

In the rain.

Xia Yan, wearing ill-fitting clothes and shoes, with half a piece of bread in his mouth and a small, tan-colored sprite perched on his shoulder, walked out of the alley.

The unicorn's tiny, bean-like eyes stared at the bread in his mouth, secretly swallowing its saliva, but it dared not show any reaction.

The fierce and unquestionable manner with which Xia Yan commanded it just now made it a little scared.

Seemingly sensing its thoughts, Xia Yan took off the bread, tore off a piece, and handed it to the unicorn beetle on his shoulder.

"Waaah..."

The unicorn beetle chirped softly, blinking its little eyes as if asking, "Is this for me?"

Xia Yan gently stroked its back. On the seemingly smooth carapace, there were fine, barely perceptible hairs. The unicorn beetle squinted its eyes, looking quite content.

"Eat up, it was very good." Xia Yan praised softly.

After food entered my stomach, the cramping pain in my abdomen finally subsided, and I finally regained some strength in my limbs.

"Waaah!"

Hearing him say that, the unicorn beetle smiled happily, its eyes crinkling. It took the bread with the spikes on its tail and began to eat it in small bites on its shoulder.

Weedle is a Bug-type Pokémon that can satisfy its needs by eating only leaves.

But if that's the case, the potential of this unicorn beetle wouldn't be much higher than that of ordinary bee beetles in the forest.

Energy cubes and elf food would be the best choices, but Xia Yan doesn't have that kind of money right now. This piece of bread is his most valuable possession.

People say that true affection isn't measured by how much someone can give you when they're at their richest, but by whether they'll share half of their last loaf of bread with you.

My first impression of Xia Yan's unicorn was not very good.

But at this moment, it sensed Xia Yan's sincerity.

While eating her bread, she gently nuzzled his neck as a gesture of goodwill.

Elves are very simple creatures. They possess great power but are not complicated in their minds. They are very clear about who treats them well and who treats them badly.

At least now, the unicorn bug has forgotten how fierce Xia Yan used to be to it.

Feeling the cool touch on his neck, Xia Yan smiled.

He stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth in one bite, not leaving a single crumb on his fingertips.

He quickly adapted to his new identity.

Perhaps it's because of the rapid fusion of memories.

He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket; it was "borrowed" from the scarred man and his two henchmen.

A crumpled banknote and a few scattered coins.

There weren't many; there were only thirty-three pieces in total.

But it was the most he had ever won since he was a child.

However, for him now, it still seems like a drop in the ocean when it comes to raising Pokémon.

There were few people on the streets in the rain.

Xia Yan walked all the way, leaving the bustling city center, and arrived at a dilapidated house on the edge of the city.

The house was cluttered with miscellaneous items, and there was a large hole in the roof. A lot of dry straw was piled up in the corner. This was Xia Yan's former place of residence.

Dilapidated and messy.

But it's better than getting caught in the rain.

A fire was lit.

Sitting quietly in front of the campfire, letting the flames bring warmth to my cold body, and also drying my clothes.

The unicorn seemed quite happy.

It crawled around on the ground.

It cautiously approached the flame, curious about what the bright red, hot thing was. Its tail got close, but it got burned and pouted in grievance.

But I quickly forgot about it.

It dashed to the broken roof, where rainwater gathered in the cracks. The unicorn licked the cold rainwater with its little tongue and shivered.

Then, as if remembering something, it put its tail into the rainwater.