Devouring the Stars: Pokédex

Chapter 1

Damp and dark.

In the narrow room, only a table and a bed can be stuffed, and at the end of the bed is a pile of old, washed-white clothes.

The lights hanging from the ceiling flickered on and off.

This is an old-fashioned residential complex, each room is no more than [-] square meters, the sanitation in the corridors cannot be described, and the people living in it have little hope for life.

In this narrow room, a young man with a thin body, a yellowish complexion, and a height of about 1.6 meters was lying quietly on it.

This was the third hour after he woke up. No one knew what he was thinking during these three hours, but he was able to maintain such a posture without moving.

Rebirth or time travel?

These two choices have been made countless times in his mind, but every time he tends to be reborn.

There is no him, because he has lived for 16 years, because of terminal illness, he has to lie at home all day long, relying on novels, animation, and movies to pass the bad days.

He was sure he wasn't in his room, yes, it wasn't the room where he had been lying for several years.

This place is very strange, and he is also very sure that he can move freely, he is no longer the sick little guy who was tortured by the disease and couldn't move.

But he... didn't seem to have the idea of ​​standing up and cheering.

It's been three hours, and no one knows how many times his mood has changed.

Maybe this is the time when his emotions changed the most and fastest in his life, and that is today.

Despair, fear, surprise, numbness, doubt.

Repeatedly, indefinitely.

After three full hours, he, who was already fragile, seemed to be finally able to reluctantly accept this fact.

That should be something to cheer about, he thought.

Maybe, he wasn't ready, and he didn't know if he was ready. In this scenario that had been fantasized thousands of times, it really came true, but he didn't know if he was ready.

but,
He stood up.

He, who hadn't stood up for several years, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Coincidentally, just after he barely stood up, the door was pushed open, and he stepped back subconsciously, meeting the eyes of the visitor.

When he saw the face at the door, he already knew who it was and what his identity was. This was told to him by one of the few memories belonging to this world.

"dad……"

In order not to expose himself, he said the word rather stiffly.

"Go to eat, why are you sweating profusely, are you feeling unwell, or are you having nightmares?"

"No...no. It's just a little hot."

"Oh, I'll buy an electric fan and come back later..." The father seemed a little helpless.

"Okay, thank you Dad."

After he gradually got used to standing, he said again: "Dad, I want to change clothes, you go to eat first, I will come later."

Watching his father leave, he held on to the table next to him and started to try to walk. He hadn't walked for a long time, and he almost forgot how to walk. Should he take his left foot or his right foot first?
It seems a little silly.

Gradually he mastered walking again, and looking less jerky, he changed his clothes and left the room to have a breakfast with his father.

After breakfast, his father went to work, while he carried his schoolbag and headed to the school he was attending, following strange but familiar memories.

The second high school in the northern postal area.

After walking for ten minutes and crossing several streets, he finally arrived at the school.

Standing at the gate, looking at the brilliant plaque on the door, the nine characters of "Northern Post District Second Senior High School" are majestic.

"Ruined……"

He stood there stiffly, with a look of panic on his face.

In his previous life, he was just in the first year of junior high school when he got terminally ill. He dropped out of school and stayed at home for three years. This rebirth directly made him start in the third year of high school. Who can stand it?

The point is...he has no impression of the knowledge here!
The few memories are only about his surroundings, where he lives, where he goes to school, what grade he is in, what time it is, how many people he knows, and what his father does.

The rest... can't remember.

With a primary school diploma, he can barely read and count. It seems that he is about to take the college entrance examination, and he can't handle it even if he is cramming!
"Northern postal area... I seem to have heard of it somewhere?"

hiss……

He pursed his lips and fell into deep thought, but now his mind was so messed up that he couldn't remember at all.

"Student, please give way."

Just as he was looking at the plaque and meditating, a crisp female voice sounded, and when he turned around, he saw a beautiful girl, followed by four or five boys carrying huge objects.

Obviously, Yun Yi blocked their way.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, hurriedly got out of the way, and watched them leave. The girl smiled at him before leaving, but he didn't even look at it.

Walking into the campus according to his memory, he was a little stunned when he heard the lively voices and the laughter and discussions of his classmates.

He has been bored alone for too long, and he really hasn't felt this kind of atmosphere for a long time, and he was a little teary for a while.

The silence at this moment is only temporary, and he needs a process of adaptation.

Wenchang Building, 204nd Floor, Room [-].

Standing at the door and checking repeatedly, it was right, then walked into the classroom obediently, found his seat, and sat down obediently.

After sitting down, he became dazed. He was still trying to remember more things about this world, which was very important to him. It's better to die.

Fortunately, Huang Tian paid off, this guy racked his brains for a long time but had no idea, but he ushered in a turning point in the first class.

The first class, history class.

"It took a long time, why didn't I think of reading the history textbook?"

He said something secretly, Fu forehead was a little self-closing.

The teacher soon came to the classroom. The history teacher was a woman with a well-proportioned figure. The protruding places were very protruding, and the concave places were also in place. Unfortunately, when most of the boys were staring at her intently, Yun Yi was I buried my head in the textbook.

"Okay, class starts now, and the students put the papers assigned by the teacher yesterday on the table."

The teacher made a melodious voice and looked at the students waiting for food with a smile on his face.

"Great... Great Nirvana!!"

Just when the only sound left in the classroom was the sound of flipping through papers, a sharp scream suddenly sounded. This scream attracted the attention of the whole class. Everyone stopped their movements and looked suspiciously at the owner of the voice. .

"It's over, it's over, it's over...this...how did I come here!"

"Great Nirvana... devouring the starry sky... monsters... warriors... this place is too dangerous!"

Devouring the Starry Sky, this work is one of his favorite works during the three years he stayed at home. He loves the character design of the protagonist Luo Feng so much. He even fantasizes that if he could What would it be like to fight side by side with Luo Feng and hunt monsters?
But now, all of this seems likely to become a reality!
Because, he really came into this world!

(End of this chapter)