In this world, Pokémon had long become an inseparable part of everyday life. Everywhere in the city, they could be seen—on every street corner, in every alley.
"Humans and Pokémon living in harmony" was not just an empty slogan; it was a genuine reality.
In the week since Ling Feng transmigrated into this world, he had seen Pokémon quite often. Whether it was a Meowth grooming itself at the street corner, an Eevee being carried around by a girl, or a Pidgey flying lazily across the sky, he had long gotten used to the sight.
However, there was a problem.
Aside from the few times he went outside, he had spent almost the entire week inside his tiny rental room, buried in the task of making a game.
—After all, the rent was due very soon, and if he didn't get money together, the landlord really would toss him into the street.
So during this week, he hadn't actually interacted with any Pokémon up close.
But now—he did.
And the contact came way too suddenly.
After instinctively jumping two steps back in shock from the sudden face-to-face encounter, Ling Feng finally calmed down a little and took a good look at the Pokémon before him.
A candle-like body, a deep blue flame…
This was a Litwick—and a shiny one at that!
Why was a Ghost-type Pokémon like this appearing inside his room!?
Ling Feng instantly tensed up again.
Ghost-type Pokémon were extremely special and extremely rare in cities. Most lived in remote, desolate areas, because they fed on the life force of other beings—making them incredibly dangerous.
And Litwick was one of them. According to his memory, these cute-looking creatures secretly consumed human souls.
Meaning, if he wasn't careful, this little thing could suck his soul straight out!
Ling Feng stared tightly at Litwick, and Litwick stared right back.
A human and a Pokémon, eyes locked, silence filling the room.
As Ling Feng took slow steps back, he noticed something strange—the Litwick in front of him didn't seem to be making any moves at all…
And being this close, he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.
Does this mean… this little guy didn't "eat" me?
Ling Feng thought carefully.
This Litwick probably didn't just appear; judging by how he'd felt a strange chill in his sleep earlier, Litwick must have been here already.
But it was summer—there shouldn't be cold air. Meaning this little guy had been around for a while.
Yet after waking up, Ling Feng felt refreshed and energetic—not at all like someone whose soul was being drained.
Looking at Litwick now… its flame flickered weakly, as if it could go out at any moment. If it had just "feasted," how could it be in such a drained state?
Putting everything together, it seemed… this little guy had no malicious intent toward him?
"Um… hello?"
Ling Feng raised a hand and greeted cautiously.
"Miifu—"
Litwick gave a soft cry.
But Ling Feng realized he couldn't understand a thing.
What did that mean?
"Miifu! Miifu!"
Litwick cried again, more urgently this time, its blue flame bending into an arrow shape pointing toward its own body.
From a human perspective… that position would be… the stomach?
Ling Feng guessed:
"You're hungry?"
Litwick nodded frantically.
"All right, wait here. Don't move. I'll get you something to eat."
Ling Feng rushed out of the room.
Litwick remained there, tilting its head, the small green eyes watching him leave with a bit of confusion.
Human… left?
But the human said there would be food.
Food… good.
So hungry.
But absolutely cannot eat humans.
Humans feel bad afterward.
Yes.
In a world full of Pokémon and Trainers, the Pokémon-related industry was naturally extremely developed. Although Ling Feng lived in a remote part of Viridian City, there was still a shop selling Pokémon supplies right downstairs.
After withdrawing the money from the two thousand game sales, he rushed into the store and bought the most expensive Ghost-type Pokémon food available.
This food was specially crafted by Breeders for Ghost-types, prepared with special energies to satisfy their unique, soul-related needs.
While not as effective as directly absorbing souls, it was enough to sustain them.
After all, no responsible Trainer would actually let their Ghost Pokémon suck souls. That would be like walking around with a giant spirit-harvesting banner—definitely illegal and arrest-worthy.
After buying the food, Ling Feng hurried home and placed the container before Litwick.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Go ahead."
Litwick leaned forward, sniffed the black-colored food, and its eyes lit up instantly.
"Miifu!"
The next moment, it shoved its entire head into the container.
The food level began dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even Ling Feng was startled.
Good lord—just how long had this thing been starving!?
After half the container disappeared, Litwick finally stopped.
The flame on its head was brighter and livelier.
"Miifu—"
It let out a satisfied cry, eyes squinting happily as it gazed at Ling Feng with warmth and gratitude.
"As long as you're full. You're welcome."
Ling Feng smiled, relieved.
Good thing the food was pricey for a reason—two thousand per can, but at least Litwick liked it.
But wait… why couldn't he understand Pokémon speech?
In the original works, Pokémon could understand human speech, and while humans couldn't fully understand Pokémon, they could usually get the general meaning.
And when a Trainer grew close to their Pokémon, communication eventually became seamless.
Yet earlier, Ling Feng couldn't understand Litwick at all—he had to guess.
That would be… inconvenient.
Just as he pondered this, a golden prompt appeared before him.
[Detected that the Host requires Pokémon language comprehension!]
[Recommended module: Pokémon Language Translation Module (Low-level)]
[After unlocking, you can understand all Pokémon speech and correctly restore Pokémon voices in games.]
[Cost: 100 Emotion Points]
Ling Feng's eyes lit up.
With this, he could finally understand Litwick!
And it would help with game development—authentic Pokémon cries and speech would greatly improve immersion.
And it was cheap—only 100 points.
He currently has over 600.
Without hesitation, Ling Feng purchased it.
[Purchase successful. Module activated. Remaining Emotion Points: 562]
After the prompt faded, Ling Feng looked back at Litwick and asked:
"You full now?"
"Miifu! Mii!"
[I'm full! Thank you, human!]
Ling Feng heard every word clearly this time.
But… why did this speech pattern feel so familiar?
He hesitated, then continued:
"How long were you in my room?"
"Miifu miifu, mii."
[A long time! The human kept playing with the big iron box. I waited for you to sleep… so I could eat you.]
Ling Feng stiffened.
Sure, he knew Litwick meant "eat your soul," but hearing it still sent shivers up his spine.
He composed himself and asked:
"Then why didn't you eat me?"
This time, Litwick paused to think.
"Miifu, mii."
[Because humans feel bad afterward. I don't want humans to feel bad.]
Ling Feng froze.
WHAT!?
Did he just… draw an SSR-tier ghost baby?
If the stray cats' secret message was "take it before someone else does," then the rule was doubly true for stray Pokémon.
Without hesitation, Ling Feng extended a hand:
"In that case, why don't you stay with me from now on? I'll take care of all your food. You won't have to starve or worry about hurting anyone's soul ever again."
Ghost-types absorbed souls not because they wanted to harm others, but because they needed energy. If their bodies were well-fed by other means, they wouldn't need to drain anything.
Unless it was a naturally malicious Ghost-type that enjoyed eating souls.
But clearly, this Litwick wasn't one of those.
Litwick's eyes lit up, and it bounced happily in circles around Ling Feng.
"Miifu!"
[Human is so nice! Thank you, human!]
Ling Feng laughed and scooped Litwick up.
"Then I'll be in your care from now on, Litwick."
"Miifu~"
To his surprise, Litwick's ghostly body felt like a soft blob of jelly—pleasant to the touch. And instead of cold, it radiated warmth.
Uh.
Warmth was nice, but… why was it getting hot?
Ling Feng looked down.
Oh.
His clothes were on fire.
Wait—
ON FIRE!?
A scream echoed through the tiny rental room.
"IT'S BURNING AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Five minutes later.
Ling Feng dumped the ashes of his shirt into the trash can. Wearing a patched-up old shirt, he sighed.
He'd forgotten Litwick was also a Fire-type. That flame was no decoration.
Looks like he wanted to hug Litwick; he'd need fireproof clothes.
And he'd need to remind Litwick to be careful—otherwise his home really would burn down someday.
He turned around and found Litwick already asleep in the corner, its flame barely a tiny dot.
"Guess he was exhausted."
Ling Feng didn't disturb him.
He'd wanted to ask where Litwick came from, but that could wait.
As for himself—
He sat back down at the computer.
The game page showed that Pokémon Emerald sales had reached 2,125 copies, passing 2,000.
But the number had stopped increasing for a few minutes.
He wasn't surprised.
Judging by the system notifications, Cynthia's livestream must have ended. He only received scattered Emotion Points now—likely from those currently playing the game.
With 2,000+ sales, after the platform cut, he earned about 450,000.
Money was no longer a problem.
But ever since he got the system, his goal had never been "just making money."
He wanted to let everyone in this world experience the joy that Pokémon games could bring.
And yes—frustration was also a form of joy.
Painful joy.
Ling Feng refocused.
His first goal was to finish Pokémon: Emerald and officially release it.
He had countless ideas, but the current low-level modules couldn't support them.
He opened the system panel again.
Even the low-level modules stretched endlessly.
Card Game Module
Rogue-like Module
Ultra HD Graphics Module
Professional Music Composition Module
Each costs around 300 points—he could buy two soon.
But his gaze locked onto one particular module:
[Intelligent Module (Low-level)]
[Adds independent high-level AI to all NPCs and Pokémon, allowing smart and reactive behavior based on real situations.]
[Cost: 500 points]
This module was far more expensive than the others.
But Ling Feng's eyes burned with determination.
In a world where real Pokémon existed, what was the most important thing for a Pokémon game?
—Authenticity.
Only when the player felt the world was truly alive could they become immersed.
NPCs and Pokémon couldn't behave like programmed robots—they needed to feel like real, living beings.
Games were virtual.
But a good game made players forget that fact.
That was the greatest magic of gaming.
In his previous life, when playing the handheld Pokémon games, Ling Feng felt regret.
He wished he could truly interact with Pokémon—talk, laugh, share emotions… live alongside them.
Even now, after transmigrating, he realized this world was still realistic.
Not everyone had the conditions or talent to become a Trainer.
Most people spend their whole lives in their city, working stable but limiting jobs, struggling to provide for themselves and their families.
Many, no matter how much they loved Pokémon as children, would be worn down by the pressures of reality and lose their spark.
So—
Every game Ling Feng would make from now on
would give every Pokémon lover a chance.
A chance to grow and battle alongside Pokémon, reaching the peak of the world.
A chance to live daily life with Pokémon, becoming true partners.
A chance to travel the world with Pokémon, witnessing wonders together.
He believed that each of these chances was a spark—
A spark that would one day set the entire world ablaze.A spark that would remind everyone what they truly loved deep in their hearts.