May 3rd, 9:00 AM.
Pokémon launched on the ORAS platform right on schedule.
Many of Devon Corporation's overti staff had specifically requested ti off.
Just so they could clear a full day to go ho and enjoy the ga properly.
Built on Pokémon Company's reputation and featuring guest appearances by Professor Oak, Red, and Blue Oak, the ga had maximized its hype to the extre.
The pre-release buzz rivaled even that of a certain high-profile cyberpunk title.
Of course, what would ultimately determine the ga's lifespan was its own quality.
This was the mont of truth—could a company known for single-player experiences hold its own in the market?
Many fans who had already pre-ordered were shocked to find:
"It didn't get delayed?!"
"My entire holiday break just got saved by Pokémon."
"Buy early, play early… then refund!"
ORAS had a full refund policy in place, and freeloaders were already planning to "enjoy and refund."
Hoenn Region, Mauville City
Old Man Wattson, a veteran freeloader and cheat enthusiast, bought the ga imdiately.
"Can't crack it?"
Wattson scratched his head. "Did they use Rotom-level encryption…?"
Still, that didn't stop him from enjoying the ga the other way.
"Ga start!" he bellowed, slamming the controller button.
The first thing on screen was Pokémon Company's logo—a shooting star streaking across, followed by an opening cinematic.
Gengar and Nidorino faced off in high-definition battle animation, Gengar grinning wildly.
"Natsu really made Gengar the company mascot, huh?"
Wattson chuckled, then frowned. "But what's with the Nidorino…?"
Skipping ahead, the ga properly began.
Professor Oak's stern face appeared on screen, clearing his throat with exaggerated seriousness.
"For those eting for the first ti, allow to introduce myself."
Wattson muttered, "We've t like five tis already."
"I am a researcher of Pokémon, known to the world as Professor Oak—"
A Poké Ball in his hand opened, releasing a Charmander straight from the original FireRed version.
"In our world, Pokémon live alongside us. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred…"
"Countless Pokémon remain undiscovered, waiting to be caught, battled, and explored!"
Even though this was all common knowledge…
The nostalgic timbre of Professor Oak's voice, the weight behind his words—
Sohow, Wattson found himself pulled in, feeling a long-lost surge of excitent.
This feeling… it was like holding his first starter Pokémon, about to set off on a journey!
And he wasn't the only one.
Many players shared the sa emotions.
They might never beco real Trainers.
But in this ga, they could experience the magic of Pokémon—the bonds and emotions that went beyond re gaplay.
Professor Oak smiled.
"Now, tell your na—"
The default protagonist appeared on screen. Wattson blinked.
"Isn't that just Red?"
Players imdiately reacted:
"Now this is imrsion!"
"Hell yeah, that's —the strongest Trainer!"
"So this is where the Legendary Trainer's story begins!"
New Island, Secret Base
A man in a suit sat in a dimly lit room, stroking the Persian at his side.
A faint smirk curled on Giovanni's lips.
"How… interesting."
Selecting the default na, the ga began.
"So, Red it is—"
Professor Oak laughed heartily. "And this is my grandson—your friend and rival. His na is—"
Blue Oak appeared on screen, hands in his pockets, looking smug.
Players lost it.
"HAHAHA, Blue getting exposed!"
"If you're from Kanto, you should have a Kanto na—"
"Wait, we can na the rival? I CHOOSE YOU… Oak Chrysanthemum!"
In the group chat, Blue Oak's cool deanor cracked slightly as he read the logs.
Gold: "HAHAHA, this is gold! Look what I nad him!"
[Professor Oak points at his grandson.] "His na is… 'Gold's Dad is So Handso'?"
Blue Oak: "?"
Lance: "LMAOOOO."
Silver: "Pfft!"
[Group mber 'Gold' has been muted by admin 'Blue Oak' for 24 hours.]
Ga Start
Red's character model shrank down, appearing in a small, simple room.
A bed, a handheld console, a computer, and a TV—that was it.
New players, curious about everything, imdiately started checking every corner, as if items were hidden everywhere.
When Wattson examined the TV, a line of text appeared:
[The TV is showing a movie. Four boys are walking on train tracks… Maybe I should start my journey too!]
The journey begins—ours, and Pokémon's.
"I'm not crying, you are."
"Natsu-sensei gets Pokémon."
"This hit hard… Life has its limits, but at least in this ga, I can live the dream."
Following the ga's flow, the next step was to visit Professor Oak and pick a starter—
Bulbasaur, Squirtle, or Charmander.
Younger players didn't realize this was secretly a difficulty selector.
Going by Red's canon path, Bulbasaur was the easiest choice.
But picking Charmander?
That was Hell Mode—Brock and Misty would crush your soul.
Natsu-sensei had conveniently placed Charmander in the middle.
Players responded with enthusiasm.
"Real n pick the one that becos Charizard!"
"Always loved Charmander. Dreams do co true—thanks, Natsu-sensei!"
Gold also picked Charmander, then glanced at Silver playing on his handheld.
"Which one did you take?"
Silver frowned. "Why can't I just steal all three?"
Gold: "…"
First Battle
After choosing a starter, Blue Oak swaggered forward, hands in his pockets, and challenged the player to a battle.
Players rubbed their hands together, eager.
"Watch my Charmander wreck Squirtle!"
Exciting battle music kicked in—the first Pokémon battle had begun.
But when the fight actually started, players collectively froze.
"WHAT THE—SQUIRTLE IS THIS STRONG?!"
"THE AI ACTUALLY USES WITHDRAW?!"
"NO, NO, STOP—DON'T DO THIS TO !!"
Charmander players imdiately felt the developers' cruelty.
As Gold's Charmander got steamrolled by Squirtle…
Giovanni, the man who knew Red best, had already cleared Pewter Gym—using Bulbasaur.
Watching Ivysaur evolve in a flash of white light, the boss smirked.
"So… this was his path?"
A faint smile lingered on his lips.
"Fascinating."
...
Ti flew by.
Players imrsed themselves in the ga, enjoying the joy of growing alongside their Pokémon.
Wattson finally cleared the second Gym, wiping sweat from his brow with a satisfied grin.
"Oh no!" Wattson suddenly gasped. "I forgot to refund it!"
This was the mark of a truly high-quality ga—one so engaging that even refund-seekers would lose track of ti.
Every detail, every storyline, showcased Pokémon Company's dedication.
Of course, for those who had chosen Charmander, the journey was filled with thorns and suffering—
And perhaps… just a little masochistic pleasure?
On gaming forums, Pokémon skyrocketed to the top, with reviews showering it in high praise.
[Story and gaplay? Perfect. Soundtrack? Stunning. Though Lavender Town's BGM is kinda creepy…]
[10/10! Natsu-sensei never disappoints!]
[A masterpiece, no question. Side note—Diantha moonlights as an actress, Wallace as a Contest Master, and this guy? A ga developer. What even is this Champion's resu?]
Many critics believed Natsu-sensei's new title had a shot at ORAS's Ga of the Year award.
anwhile, a bombshell tweet reignited discussions across social dia.
[Leon: A Champion-tier single-player experience. Natsu-sensei's magnum opus.]
Leon's massive fanbase drew in waves of new players who had never heard of the ga before.
His followers flooded the replies.
"Why can't my Charmander even beat a Squirtle?!"
"Using Galar's Champion's Charizard to stomp Kanto? Soone's flexing hard!"
"No one understands sponsored content better than Galar's Champion!"
At the sa ti, Nico Dou exploded with Pokémon-related content.
Speedruns, guides, even edits—every category was flooded.
[World Record Speedrun! This Is the Best Starter Pick!]
[In-Depth Guide: Pewter Gym Strategy & Counter Tactics]
Natsu browsed the videos, chuckling to himself.
"The fans are full of talent!"
He never expected s to erge in this world, yet soone had already edited their Charmander getting crushed by Squirtle—complete with voiceovers.
"Wanna have a thrilling Pokémon battle?"
"C'mon, I'm tough as nails!"
"Let see how strong this Charmander is… Oh my~!"
Soon, Squirtle was nicknad "Big Bro" among players, spreading like wildfire.
The speedrun video dethroned Natsu-sensei's "Rain Perish Song Team," claiming the top spot in the gaming section.
"They cleared it in a single day?"
Natsu raised an eyebrow, clicking the video.
According to the creator, they were a seasoned Trainer in real life
And Natsu-sensei's strategy videos had been the ultimate guide for speedrunners.
"Is this how pros play?"
"A ga's difficulty is defined by whether its creator can beat it."
"Natsu-sensei could probably solo the Elite Four with SubProtect Toxic… No way I'm pulling that off."
"Just grinding levels like a normal person—wait, why is Giovanni's team so overleveled?!"
The video reached Silph Co. Headquarters.
The creator sighed. "Silph Co. is, without a doubt, the hardest dungeon in this ga."
"First, Boss Giovanni's team averages five levels above mine."
"I barely survived with potions and switches… but then his Nidoqueen landed a Horn Drill."
"I swear Natsu-sensei tweaked the accuracy… It one-shotted my Pokémon every ti!"
"Or maybe I've watched too many of his videos and inherited his luck?"
The chat erupted in laughter and sympathy.
"Now that's a true veteran fan."
"As we all know, Natsu-sensei's luck defies all laws of probability."
Natsu blinked, then smirked.
I just set Giovanni's level appropriately.
As for bad luck? This guy's just making excuses!
He left a single "?" in the comnts—instantly rocketing to the top.
"MASTER BALL COMNT!"
"Natsu-sensei, pay this man for his suffering!"
"Official reply? LMAO!"
That evening, Pokémon climbed to the top of the Trending Online Leaderboard, and sales soared.
The profits far exceeded Natsu's expectations.
The good news was that the junior dinosaur's food expenses wouldn't be a problem anyti soon.
Though it didn't achieve his early retirent goal…
Letting more people experience the charm of Pokémon was Natsu's original intention.
"Larvitar~~(￣～￣)"
Inside the villa in Saffron City, Larvitar was chewing on a Smooth Rock.
It was a rare mineral bought from Steven… costing Natsu quite a bit of his personal savings.
But with the new ga's excellent sales,
Natsu was feeling flush and declared he could afford to buy more of Steven's collection!
"Hey, Natsu-sensei?"
Gold's carefree voice ca through the receiver.
"That Professor Hale guy contacted us."
"Said he'll wait until after the holiday rush dies down before heading to the Ancient Ruins for research!"
That was considerate. Natsu asked curiously:
"Is Silver still staying at your place?"
"Yeah, he's coming with ."
Gold glanced at the red-haired young man, completely absorbed, then lowered his voice:
"He seems even more obsessed than I am…"
Silver had always seen Giovanni as the one he needed to defeat.
Facing Giovanni—even in a ga—might have been Silver's long-held wish.
Natsu paused. "How far has he gotten?"
"He followed that speedrun guide… he's almost at Silph Co. Headquarters."
Before Gold could finish, he looked over at Silver's stoic face.
Silver was gritting his teeth, gripping the controller tightly as the screen displayed the "Everything went black" prompt.
Gold's expression was complicated. "Hey… don't overdo it…"
Silver's eyes burned with determination, fixed on the black-coated man on the screen.
"Again!"
...
New Island, Team Rocket Base.
Giovanni had only dabbled in the ga.
Clad in his black coat, he stood slowly, pulling the dark hood over his head.
The ga's scenes overlapped with mories of the past.
But I am no longer the Giovanni of those days.
Now, there were more pressing matters demanding his attention.
A holographic projection flickered, revealing Matori's exhausted face as she reported:
"The data on the Ruins of Alph has been compiled…"
"Good work."
Giovanni gave a slight nod. "Activate the control system for that aerial fortress."
Matori hesitated, then bowed. "Understood."
In the world of Pokémon, advanced flight technology wasn't uncommon.
Giovanni, for instance, owned an airborne battleship—
the very sa one where he had once battled Red.
The night wind howled as the base's hangar doors opened.
The massive warship vanished into the darkness, its engines growling like a beast in the night.
Giovanni pressed a hand to his hood, closing his eyes.
In his mind flashed the cold red-haired youth and the humble dark-haired Trainer.
So things required his personal involvent.
Even if it ant standing before an ancient deity's revival, he had his reasons.
Because—
Giovanni's thoughts lingered on Silver.
His eyes snapped open, sharp and unyielding in the dark.
I am Giovanni of the Earth.
"Full speed ahead."
Standing on the deck, gazing at the sea of clouds, he commanded coldly:
"Destination—Ruins of Alph!"
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