The moment he landed in the alley way, he knew exactly where he was. When he got transmigrated today, his mind got filled with many information and had a feeling of dizziness that followed after it. Just like that time, when he appeared here, he too was thrusted with information.
It wasn't like a huge chunk of information like the previous time, but only the necessary ones. A quick recap of all the information would be as follows.
1.This is a game world, just like the Pokémon games he had played in his previous life. (Though he was a bit surprised because this was Pallet Town where everything started and when he died in his previous life, he was playing Pokémon Sword so he didn't know why he landed in Pallet Town)
2.Though this world was a game world, but the people here were real and could be interacted with, just like anyone would with a normal person.
3.He wouldn't die here, nor can he get hurt here. Not by humans, nor by a Pokémon, of course that didn't mean that his punches were like One Punch Man, at the end of the day he was just an ordinary person, not someone who could teach Bullet Seed just by spitting rocks from his mouth like the way Ash taught Rowlett.
4. This was the most important fact that he came to know and also the most exciting. Pokémon, items, Pokeballs and all other things could be brought back to his original world, while the vice versa wasn't possible. It was always an one way ticket.
Ayan stood there in the dim alley, mind reeling from the implications of that last point. He could bring things back. Pokémon. Poké Balls. TMs. Berries. Held items. All of them. Real and functional in the other world.
He felt a laugh bubbling in his throat. It was too surreal. Too perfect. The dream of every fanboy, gamer, and Pokémon nerd. He crouched down and pressed his palm to the worn stone path under him, half expecting it to pixelate or buzz like a simulation. But it was solid. Cold. Real.
"Okay…" he murmured to himself, stepping out of the alley.
A gust of wind rustled the low grass as he walked a few steps toward the main road of Pallet Town. The rustic charm was intoxicating. His eyes flitted across the surroundings like a child at a theme park—Professor Oak's lab was up ahead, the iconic building just like in the games. A small garden surrounded it, and he could hear faint cooing—probably a Pidgeotto or maybe even a Butterfree resting in the canopy.
Then, without thinking, he looked at his wrist again and concentrated. The world twisted. He was back in his room. Ayan blinked rapidly. His heart thudded with excitement. He checked the time—it had barely been a minute. The room was unchanged. The city lights outside still twinkled.
He grinned. Then he focused again.
Whump.
Back to Pallet. At the same place he once stood. Back in his room. He laughed now, almost giddy.
"This is insane," he muttered. "I can actually hop worlds."
Again. Back to Pallet. Then back. Again.
Then again.
He did it faster, like flicking between two browser tabs. His pulse was racing, and adrenaline had replaced all sleepiness. He leapt from Pallet to his room, then again to Pallet—trying to see if there was any limit. He even grabbed a pebble from the ground and tried bringing it back.
It worked. The tiny stone from Pallet now rested in his palm in his bedroom. He stared at it in disbelief before grinning wide. This changes everything.
But in all his excitement, he failed to notice what else had changed.
When he blinked back into Pallet for the sixth or seventh time, something felt… off. There was a shift in the air. He looked up. A man was standing at the edge of the alley.
Tall. Wearing a worn coat and a flat cap. His arms were folded, and his expression was unreadable under the shadows of a nearby building.
Ayan froze mid-step. The man didn't move. Just stared. Then he spoke. His voice was deep and gravelly, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
"Are you… a Pokémon?"
The question hit Ayan like a slap. He flinched.
"W-what?"
"I've been watching," the man said slowly. "You vanish. Then reappear. Then vanish again. Pokémon do that. But you… you're not one I recognize."
Ayan's heart began to race. How long had this man been watching him? He took a cautious step back.
"I'm not a Pokémon," he said quickly, forcing a laugh that didn't feel convincing even to himself. "Just… practicing a new move." The man narrowed his eyes.
"A move?"
"Uh… yeah. Teleport."
"You're not an Abra."
"Cosplay?"
Silence. The man took a single step forward.
Ayan instinctively clenched his hand, ready to vanish back to his room—but something stopped him. He wanted to know who this person was and since he was kind of invincible here, he could always just vanish.
"I think we have started on a wrong foot. Let me introduce myself. I am Tracey Sketchit and I am an assistant of Professor Oak. Will it be okay if we conduct some tests while you use your move?" The man said. The name of Professor Oak sent Ayan into an internal frenzy. The legendary man would entertain him. That was already a privilege.
How could he say no? But was it safe? This made Ayan contemplate a bit. Tracey seemed to understand his hesitation and thus added.
"You don't have to fear, we will only do a very non invasive diagnosis on you. You see I want to impress the Professor, and thus I would love you to help me. You can even ask around to ask about the morality of the Professor." Tracey said. Hearing the words Ayan could only roll his eyes.
I know more about Professor than you could even imagine, Tracey.