Bottom-tier trainers in the Pokémon world

The coolness eased the faint burning pain on his tail, and he comfortably squinted his eyes.

She groaned, "Ugh..."

After doing all that, it ran to the pile of stones, proud as a warrior who had climbed to the top of a mountain. Then it ran to Xia Yan's side, sniffed the straw on the ground, picked up a stalk, took a small bite, and quickly spat it out, knowing it must not taste good.

The newborn was like a curious baby, curious about everything in the dilapidated room.

Finally, exhausted from playing, she found a comfortable spot in Xia Yan's arms, curled up, and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the exhausted Unicorn Beetle, Xia Yan smiled helplessly.

I rolled up a corner of my clothes and gently covered it with it.

The unicorn wiggled its body unconsciously, sinking itself completely into its warm clothes, its closed eyes forming an arc.

Xia Yan continued to watch the flickering campfire.

The firelight flickered in his eyes.

He was thinking.

How to survive in this world, and how to make use of one's own advantages.

Go back to the original world?

He would consider it if given the opportunity, but since there isn't one, he shouldn't waste his energy on it.

I looked down at the quiet unicorn beetle again.

A phrase that PM enthusiasts loved to say in my past life flashed through my mind.

There are no useless Pokémon, only useless trainers.

Weedle is a Pokémon with low base stats, few moves, and weak combat power. It is even weaker than its close relative, Caterpie, which at least has the potential to evolve into Rayquaza.

However, this does not negate the fact that it has a certain growth ceiling.

Beedrill, the final evolution of Weedle, also has a representative Pokémon.

The Beedrill in the hands of Team Rocket leader Giovanni is a prime example.

Beating up kings and champions is just basic stuff.

Furthermore, Beedrill's Mega Evolution suggests that this Pokémon has a higher potential.

But the potential of a Pokémon is one thing, and the trainer's nurturing of it is another.

Raising a Pokémon, especially one like Weedle which starts at a relatively low level, to reach the same level as other Pokémon requires a lot of resources and the most correct methods.

Xia Yan has none of these now.

It's not fair to say he had none at all; at least in terms of training methods, he incorporated some ideas from the previous world.

What's holding him back now is resources, financial strength, and money.

I only have thirty-three yuan in my pocket, which is barely enough for me and the unicorn to eat for a few days.

So, after thinking about it for a long time, I finally came back to the point of how to acquire resources.

in fact.

He also has an easier option.

That is to let the Weedle grow freely, and once it evolves into a Beedrill, it will have a certain basic combat strength.

Weedle has an extremely short growth cycle, making it one of the fastest evolving Pokémon of all.

Then, by taking advantage of the evolved Beedrill, find an opportunity to capture Pokémon that are easier to train and have a higher potential.

However, this means missing out on the two valuable stages of breeding the unicorn and the iron-shelled pupa, rendering the bee ultimately useless.

Trading one spirit for a greater possibility?

Perhaps Xia Yan could have made this decision easily before, but now, looking at the unicorn curled up in his arms, filled with trust and dependence on him...

He gave up.

“We are all at the bottom of each other’s food chain, but I don’t think we will always be at the bottom.”

Gently stroking the unicorn beetle, Xia Yan made a decision.

Find a way to make money!

What's the fastest way for a trainer to make money?

Based on Xia Yan's current understanding of this world, it's a battle!

But to think that a newly hatched unicorn with zero combat experience could defeat others is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Therefore, he needs to change his approach slightly.

I already have an idea in mind, but the premise is that the Unicorn Beetle must make some progress, at least not in the form of a newly born elf.

The active thoughts consumed a lot of energy, and as they gradually calmed down, sleepiness followed.

Holding the unicorn beetle and leaning against the corner of the wall, Xia Yan quickly fell asleep by the warmth of the campfire.

A rain, a dilapidated house, a person and an elf.

The beginning of a story.

Chapter Three: The Real World

The next day.

The bright sunshine awakened Xia Yan from his slumber.

He woke up feeling much better and didn't feel any discomfort. Getting caught in the rain yesterday didn't make him catch a cold or get sick, which is a good start.

"Waaah..."

At my feet, a unicorn beetle that had woken up earlier dragged a string of branches from somewhere. The leaves, washed by the rain, were lush and green and exuded a fresh fragrance.

The unicorn nudged Xia Yan's trouser leg, indicating that he didn't need to be polite.

There were a few pieces of leaf scraps left at my feet, remnants of what had been eaten.

Xia Yan smiled.

"Thank you." He picked up a twig, tore off a few pieces, and stuffed them into the unicorn's mouth, looking into the beetle's expectant little eyes.

chew.

The bittersweet aroma spread in his mouth, stimulating his taste buds and his empty stomach at the same time.

The unicorn beetle smiled, its eyes narrowed, and it held its head high, waiting for Xia Yan's praise.

Xia Yan did not disappoint it. After swallowing it with difficulty, he smiled and patted the unicorn beetle's back.

"Thank you, unicorn beetle, it's delicious."

"Woo woo..." The unicorn beetle nodded its little head happily.

Yesterday, Xia Yan shared his food with the unicorn beetle, and in return, the unicorn beetle went out to find food early in the morning.

It had eaten these leaves before; they were very fresh and delicious.

So it deliberately reserved some.

Good things should be shared.

Although these leaves might not taste pleasant in Xia Yan's mouth.

Regardless, this is a good start, indicating that the unicorn beetle has accepted Xia Yan's presence and shared the food that is so precious to it.

Xia Yan was also very considerate and didn't expose this fact, nor did he tell the unicorn that the food for humans and elves is different.

In his view, being with innocent elves was far more pleasant than being with the scheming and backstabbing people in his office in his previous life.

"A new day, a new beginning, Unicorn, let's work hard." Xia Yan stood up and patted the dust and grass clippings off his clothes.

"Woo-woo!" The unicorn beetle nodded its little head in agreement.

Put it on your shoulder.

I left the dilapidated house and headed towards the center of Gold City.

...

...

The sun is shining brightly.

But Xia Yan's mood was not as pleasant as it had been in the morning.

"I'm sorry, sir, after review, you do not meet the minimum standards for a League Trainer. Please contribute more to the League and become a registered Trainer as soon as possible."

Inside the League Trainer Building, Xia Yan, dressed in strange clothes, had been rejected by the staff with their formulaic smiles more than once.

After confirming his identity and carefully observing his clothing and appearance, the staff member's response was just this one sentence.

If it doesn't meet the standards, contribute more to the alliance.

Her standard was even more stiff than the girl on the phone when the call didn't go through.

"Then how do we determine if we meet the standard..." Xia Yan was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

But the people in line behind him couldn't stand it anymore.

"That's about it. Dressed like a beggar, carrying a common Weedle, you think you can apply to become a registered trainer in the league? Have you lost your mind?"

Xia Yan turned around and saw a social "elite" dressed in a black suit with his hair neatly combed, looking at him with disdain. Beside him was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child playing with a Poké Ball.

Meeting Xia Yan's cold gaze, the man's disdain deepened.

"What are you looking at?"

Xia Yan stood up expressionlessly and gave up his seat.

The man curled his lip, patted the chair with some disgust, took out a handkerchief, placed it on the chair, and then pulled his child to sit down.

"Hello, Miss. My son has applied to become a Pokémon Trainer. These are his two Pokémon, Mankey and Machop. This is my bank statement for the past five years. This is a donation certificate in his name. And most importantly, this is his ten-year Pokémon reserve fund. And some other less important things..."

The man took out a large stack of neatly prepared documents from his briefcase.

Finally, some unconventional facial expressions appeared on the staff's faces.