Kross—Capital of the Krosia Kingdom
The midday sun streamed through the stained-glass skylights of the newly constructed Bloodthorn Pokémon Hall, scattering golden fragments of light across the gleaming marble floor. Though reminiscent of Arthur's Pokémon Breeding Room, this hall was significantly grander—more opulent, more expansive—and easily spacious enough to accommodate thousands of average-sized adult Pokémon.
Yet, despite its regal arches and polished stone columns thrumming with mana and enchantment, the hall was currently in utter disarray.
A cacophony of feathers, squeals, and shouted commands echoed through the chamber.
The disciplined ranks of Bloodthorn were, at the moment, anything but.
The first batch of baby Pokémon with low base stats had just hatched—and chaos had followed!
"Hey! Stop your bird! It's trying to eat my Caterpie!"
A Bloodthorn Knight in the black-and-crimson training garb skidded across the slick marble floor, chasing a wildly flapping Pidgey that had just dive-bombed his newly hatched Caterpie. The little green bug squirmed in terror, its shiny eyes wide with pain as it tried to crawl away, a fresh gash on its side from the Pidgey's sharp claw.
Thankfully, its Trainer managed to shoo the bird off just in time.
Of course, he shooed the bird away physically, not daring to use magic on such young Pokémon. If he had, the Pidgey might already be a roast dinner.
"Pidgey! Come down and apologize to that worm… uh… bug…?" The Pidgey's Trainer's commanding tone faltered, his voice trailing off into uncertainty. It was clearly a worm—but calling it that somehow felt rude. He hesitated, unsure of the right word.
Elsewhere in the hall, a clumsy Bloodthorn Mage slipped on a puddle of spilled nutrient gel from a freshly hatched Pokémon, crashing hard onto the floor. She landed right beside a Zubat that had just emerged from a shadowy corner, and the startled bat shrieked—then latched blindly onto her face.
"Zubat! Stop! Ah—no!" The Zubat's Trainer's scolding quickly turned to panic as the Mage on the floor was revealed to be the Trainer of a Weedle—who did not take kindly to the assault.
In a quick motion, the brown bug launched itself forward, stabbing Zubat in the face with a sharp, glowing stinger. Poison Sting!
"Zu~!?" the Zubat cried out in pain.
In another corner, a panicked Bloodthorn Knight was rushing about, eyes wild with concern.
"Has anyone seen my Pokémon? It's called Rattata! It's a purple rat!"
"You mean that one?" another Bloodthorn offered helpfully, pointing toward the doorway. He was still waiting for his Growlithe egg to hatch and had taken to watching the surrounding chaos with amusement.
The Rattata's Trainer turned—and his heart sank.
There, by the entrance, a small purple Rattata was gnawing furiously on the wooden doorframe, a deep frown creasing its rodent face. A second later, it froze, let out a squeal of pain—and all its front teeth clattered to the floor.
"Rattata!?" the Trainer cried out in horror, rushing to his injured partner. He immediately began channeling simple healing magic into the poor creature's mouth, frantically trying to restore the broken teeth.
The doorframe, while it looked like ordinary wood, was enchanted—reinforced with spells that made it as hard as diamond. A tragic mismatch for the fragile teeth of a Level 1 Rattata.
Elsewhere in the hall—"Help! Water! I need water! My divine fish just hatched!"
Splash. Splash.
"Zeth, you idiot!" someone shouted. "Why are you yelling? Don't bring the water—take your fish to the pool! Her Highness built that pool for this exact reason! Stop flailing and move it!"
Zeth blinked as if waking from a trance. He scooped up the flopping, freshly-hatched Magikarp and darted across the hall toward the indoor pool. As soon as it hit the water, the Magikarp gave a few joyful Splash, then floated serenely, staring up at him with vacant, unblinking eyes.
Zeth wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh of relief.
He began to admire his newly hatched Pokémon with reverent awe. So this is the Pokémon Lord Arceus has bestowed upon me… A masterpiece of piscine perfection! Its golden scales shimmered more brilliantly than the sun itself, dazzling all who dared look directly at it! Those wide, expressionless eyes—gateways to the infinite! Its whiskers, like twin banners of royalty, fluttered underwater with majestic indifference! That tail… oh, that glorious, floppy tail! Every flick was a proclamation of divine elegance—a revolutionary statement in aquatic grace! And crowning it all, the fin upon its head—a royal crest made flesh! With every splash, it rose like a standard of nobility, a proclamation to the seas: A king swims among you!
Zeth's eyes shone with awe. He reached into his spatial ring and fumbled for his Pokédex.
After several seconds spent flipping through the instruction manual, he finally managed to activate the device and scanned his majestic new partner.
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[Magikarp ☆]
[Types: Water]
[Ability: Rattled (Hidden Ability)]
[Gender: Male]
[Level: 1]
[Legend has it that older Magikarp can splash over mountains—though this has never been observed. In reality, splashing Magikarp often become easy prey for Flying-type Pokémon, who snatch them up as they bounce. They are weak swimmers, incapable of swimming through even mild river currents. Most Magikarp live in small, still ponds or lakes. Despite this, they are incredibly hardy, possessing strong survival instincts and robust immune systems. Magikarp can thrive in water of nearly any salinity, depth, or pollution level.]
[Base stats: -Redacted- (Total: 200)]
[Moves: Splash, Bounce, -empty-, -empty-, -empty-, -empty-, -empty-, -empty-, -empty-, ]
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"Magikarp? What a divine-sounding name! Truly, a magic carp!" Zeth beamed with pride, utterly convinced he had received the most glorious Pokémon of them all.
Around him, however, the other Bloodthorn exchanged glances—not of scorn, but of quiet pity.
After all, no Psyduck or Slowpoke had hatched yet. At this point in the chaos, Zeth's Magikarp looked like the dumbest Pokémon in the hall. It floated blankly in the pool, mouth agape, looking entirely incapable of fighting off With its blank stare and floppy movements, it seemed utterly incapable of facing a monster even as weak as a Zero Ring.
Meanwhile, Zeth was now frowning at his Pokédex.
He furrowed his brow and flipped through his Pokédex with all the finesse of a baffled villager encountering technology for the first time.
Shaking the device, he stared at the image of a reddish-orange fish displayed on the screen.
Then at his Magikarp in the pool.
Back to the Pokédex.
Back to the pool.
—his gaze bouncing between the two.
"Why is my Magikarp golden?" Utterly baffled, Zeth's first instinct was to blame the device.
Surely, his Pokédex was malfunctioning and displaying incorrect information!
Meanwhile, in a quieter corner of the chaos that was the Bloodthorn Pokémon Hall stood a group of powerful Pokémon—by this world's standards—forming a respectful perimeter around a regal figure seated in an ornate, princess-like chair.
With cold, unreadable crimson eyes, Rosaria observed the disarray before her. Her expression was one of mild annoyance, but deep within, she was secretly reveling in the scene, a glimmer of amusement and delight dancing in her thoughts.
Nestled in her arms, an Eevee let out a tired yawn, nuzzling into her chest, seemingly unbothered by the clamor around it.
Beside her stood a majestic Ponyta, its flaming mane flickering with vibrant sparks of fire. Clearly, it had been cared for exceptionally well—far better than when it was under Arthur's care. Under Rosaria's attention, it had grown beyond the norm: now standing at 1.2 meters tall and weighing 35 kilograms, noticeably larger and more robust than average.
To seasoned Pokémon Trainers, this Ponyta exuded confidence and poise—its presence regal and composed.
To put it simply—it was living like royalty. A king among horses!
Rosaria's Charmeleon, though clearly more agitated than it had been as a Charmander, still maintained a composed demeanor—a result of its disciplined upbringing. Its crimson body, a darker hue than Charmander's, gave it a more formidable appearance. Though not aggressive, its current temperament radiated a quiet intensity—calm, yet undeniably commanding.
Standing nearby was Wentia, gently cradling Sunkern in her arms like a mother holding her child. The tiny, sunflower-seed Pokémon melted into her embrace, its face lit with a blissful smile.
By her side, Wentia's Ivysaur basked lazily under the glow of an artificial sun conjured by her magic. The flower on its back had fully bloomed, absorbing the light with slow, contented breaths. The longer it stayed in the warmth, the more languid it became—almost drifting into a nap.
In contrast, her Growlithe darted around the hall with unwavering energy, instinctively trying to restore order amid the chaos. The disarray clearly offended its sense of duty.
Growl! Growl!
Its sharp barks echoed through the Bloodthorn Pokémon Hall, startling many of the newly hatched Pokémon into stillness. The commotion subsided as the younglings froze, wide-eyed and quieted by the sudden discipline.
But the calm was fleeting. As soon as the silence settled, the chaos reignited, compelling Growlithe to resume its relentless pursuit of order.
Meanwhile, Reden was up to something—unsurprisingly—with her almost sinister-looking Eevee by her side. Whatever they were plotting, no one knew. And perhaps it was better that way.
Her Slowpoke, as detached from reality as ever, stared blankly ahead while a Smoochum repeatedly kissed its cheeks. It didn't flinch, didn't move—just sat there, allowing the kisses without protest. Whether it was indifferent or simply unaware of what was happening was anyone's guess.
Beyond these main figures and those already tending to their newly hatched Pokémon, the rest of the Bloodthorn members—those still waiting for their turn—were scattered throughout the hall, watching with a blend of amusement and envy.
They too longed to have a Pokémon of their own, but would have to wait for the next batch of eggs—a delay that was quietly driving them mad. To them, it was like waiting for the next chapter of a manga after a massive cliffhanger... only to find out the release had been postponed until next month.
Agonizing.
Rosaria glanced around the hall. When she noticed no one was watching her, her composed expression softened into a contented smile. Then, turning to one of her royal attendants, she asked: "Wentia, how many eggs hatched today?"
Wentia lifted her face from her snuggling Sunkern and replied without glancing at a single newborn Pokémon to count, "Seven. One Caterpie, one Weedle, one Rattata, one Pidgey, one Spearow, one Zubat, and one Magikarp."
Rosaria blinked. "When did you scan them?" Her tone carried a hint of surprise. These species were unfamiliar to her—without the Pokédex, she wouldn't even know what to call them.
That could only mean one thing: Wentia had diligently scanned them the moment they hatched.
"Earlier," Wentia answered calmly, her voice flat but respectful.
Rosaria chuckled softly and ran her fingers through Ponyta's flaming mane. "Only seven Pokémon, and the place is already in chaos. I can't begin to imagine what it'll be like when a hundred eggs hatch at once… Perhaps this slower pace is a blessing in disguise."
Wentia nodded, then turned her gaze toward Zeth and his Magikarp, which was Splash-ing repeatedly in front of him. "There's one thing…"
Rosaria raised an eyebrow and followed Wentia's gaze, recalling Arthur's instructions to keep an eye on Zeth.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice calm but attentive.
Wentia responded calmly, though a subtle note of concern lingered in her voice, "His Magikarp... it's golden. But the Pokédex lists its usual color as reddish-orange."
Rosaria sat up straighter in her chair, concern flickering across her face. "Should we bring him to Arthur now? Maybe his Magikarp is sick?"
Wentia eyes narrowed as she focused on the fish Pokémon in question. It was Splash-ing with what could only be described as passionate mediocrity—over and over again—like a living fountain display stuck on repeat.
Zeth, meanwhile, was beaming with pride, showering the Magikarp with praise so lavish it bordered on worship.
The praise was so intense that if it had been a Feebas instead of a Magikarp, it might've evolved on the spot.
"That Magikarp seems... healthy," Wentia said hesitantly, unsure of her own observation.
Rosaria, watching Zeth and his golden Magikarp happily playing together, silently reached the same conclusion.
"Once everything here calms down, take the Teleportation Circle to Rastor Village and consult Arthur," Rosaria instructed.
Then, with a faint smile, she returned to watching the chaotic scene unfold.
But just as she settled back into her observation, the entrance door suddenly burst open, capturing the attention of everyone—Bloodthorn members, Rosaria, Wentia, and Reden alike.
Instinctively, they drew their weapons and formed a protective barrier around Princess Rosaria.
This was a restricted area near the Royal Castle, sealed with powerful enchantments and magic circles. Anyone barging in unannounced had to be a formidable threat.
Yet Rosaria quickly recognized the intruder and lowered her hand. "Stand down!" she commanded.
As the Bloodthorn sheathed their weapons reluctantly, their eyes remained vigilant, but they soon recognized who the intruder was.
"Heya! Rosarionethia! This Sky Sovereign Virelyra Skydrathis Aeonwing—Mother of the Winds, Lady of the Tempest Throne, Pillar of the Endless Whit—"
"Follow me," Rosaria quickly cut her off before the newcomer's introduction could drag on for hours.
She was Virelyra, the Sky Sovereign—one of the most powerful dragons in existence.
Virelyra stood tall and regal, her gleaming sapphire scales tracing her limbs like living armor. Majestic, draconic wings stretched from her back, their edges feathered with silver mist. Two elegant, spiraled blue horns curved back from her brow, framing silver eyes that shimmered like storm-lit skies. From beneath her horns flowed a cascade of silvery-blue hair, billowing like morning mist and catching the light with a subtle iridescence. Behind her, a long, blue serpentine tail flicked gently, crackling faintly with magical wind.
Despite her majestic presence, she wore only a simple, flowing robe of cloud-gray fabric, cinched at the waist with a braided cord—letting the wind and sky serve as her true adornments.
At this moment, she was in her humanoid form; her true dragon shape would have been too cumbersome to enter a human kingdom.
Coiling gracefully around her neck was a slender, serpentine Pokémon with smooth pale blue skin and a white underbelly. Its large, gentle eyes and rounded white snout gave it an almost ethereal grace. Two soft, ear-like fins fluttered from the sides of its head.
The only Dragon-type Pokémon of Gen 1: Dratini.
Rosaria quickly led Virelyra into a private room behind her, unwilling to discuss matters in front of all the Bloodthorn.
Wentia and Reden remained outside, supervising the ongoing chaos—only Rosaria's Pokémon followed her inside.
Technically, there was little need to watch anymore. The moment Virelyra appeared, all the Pokémon became docile, their faces paling as they instinctively hid behind the first person they saw upon hatching. The presence of a True Dragon like Virelyra was enough to unsettle them, despite their mere hours of life.
The Bloodthorn exchanged glances, silently pondering how Princess Rosaria—calm and cold—could befriend an energetic, bubbly dragon like Virelyra.
But the moment their eyes landed on Reden, they seemed to understand something.
"What's the matter?" Reden pushed up her rounded glasses, and her Eevee mimicked the motion. Though her action seemed harmless, even elegant, it instantly intimidated all the Bloodthorn, who quickly averted their gazes.
"Wentia, do you think my face is that scary?"
"..." Wentia ignored her.
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Inside the private room, the moment the door closed, Rosaria's normally emotionless face instantly lit up as she pulled Virelyra into a warm hug. "Virelyra! You finally came to visit me! I thought you ran off with the Pokémon Egg! Also, my name is Rosaria, not Rosarionethia!"
Virelyra laughed, hugging her back. "Why would I run off? And honestly, Rosarionethia sounds way cooler than Rosaria!
"Also, let me finish my introduction. The Sky Sovereign: Virelyra Skydrathis Aeonwing, Goddess of the Gale—"
"Except for your name and title, you never introduce yourself the same way twice, so just forget it!" Rosaria smiled, tugging Virelyra toward a seat.
After some friendly chatter, Rosaria began introducing her new Pokémon before gesturing toward Dratini. "Is this the Dragon-type Pokémon? It's so cute!" She scanned it with her Pokédex, her expression flickering oddly.
"How is it? Isn't it an amazing little guy?" Virelyra said proudly, as her Dratini coiled gracefully around her neck, showing off for Rosaria's Pokémon, who greeted it with curiosity.
"Dra~" it chirped happily, nuzzling its cheek against Virelyra's.
"It's definitely amazing… but also… uh, strange," Rosaria commented, furrowing her brow.
"That wouldn't be the child I raised if it wasn't unique!" Virelyra countered with a grin, turning 'strange' into 'unique.'
"Unique indeed. Arthur will be surprised when he sees this." Rosaria smiled, already picturing the dumbfounded look on Arthur's face when he checked Dratini's data on his Pokédex. "I don't know whether Reden's Eevee or your Dratini will shock him more."
"Arthur, that's the guy who gave me the Dratini egg, right?" Virelyra's expression grew thoughtful before she made up her mind. "Let's go visit him right now!"
"W-wait!" Before Rosaria could answer, Virelyra punched a crackling hole in the air and dragged Rosaria and her Pokémon inside.
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Rastor Village, Arthur's new house.
At his research desk, Arthur stared intently at the complex data sprawled before him. No matter how much effort he poured into it, he couldn't find a way to boost the Safari Dome's efficiency.
Technically, he could force-feed it more resources, but the returns would be minimal compared to the cost. Plans to expand the Safari Zone—and even create additional ones elsewhere—were already mapped out in his mind. If just a single Safari Zone was draining this much, even if Rosaria was willing to sponsor him to the point of financial ruin, the Royal Family would never approve such reckless spending.
All these problems could be solved if he simply released Pokémon into the wild without protection—but the risks involved were far too great for a multitude of reasons.
So, gritting his teeth, Arthur resolved to push this project forward despite the obstacles.
"Is there no other way?" he muttered to himself, eyes drifting to the ceiling. Nearby, Pikachu and Misdreavus offered quiet comfort.
At least one silver lining: his despair seemed to have nourished Misdreavus immensely, allowing it to grow faster than Lena's Lapras.
Arthur pulled a bottle of Memora Potion from his spatial waist bag, staring at it thoughtfully.
Though Rosaria had gifted him several spatial rings, each stocked with abundant resources, Arthur preferred this waist bag—not out of nostalgia, but simply because he found it more convenient to retrieve items from.
"Maybe this will help me come up with an idea." Without hesitation, he downed the entire bottle.
At this point, taking a Memora Potion was like drinking water.
Even though the potion granted him full recall of memories, it didn't guarantee he could summon the creativity needed to solve his current dilemma. And it had to be solved; without a solution, the second phase of his plan—to transform the area into a genuine Safari Zone teeming with Pokémon—would never get off the ground.
What should I recall? Arthur wondered, narrowing his focus to memories related to magic circles—both from this world and from the countless novels he had read before arriving here.
He uncovered plenty of feasible solutions tucked within his memory, but most were beyond his current capabilities. The power, the materials—he lacked all of it.
There were higher-grade resources he could request from Rosaria, but asking for those would be too much. Many of them were likely national treasures—items that couldn't be taken out or spent lightly.
Shaking his head, Arthur turned his thoughts toward Pokémon. Maybe... a Pokémon could help solve this?
His problems revolved around risk, danger, and chaos—most of it caused by Pokémon themselves. So perhaps the best solution was to fight fire with fire. Use Pokémon to solve Pokémon problems.
As he mentally scrolled through the list, his focus stopped on a particular Gen 1 Pokémon. One he had practically skipped before, unsure how to integrate it into a world without computers, internet, or digital world.
Porygon!
That's it!
Why limit Porygon to a digital world?
Arthur's eyes lit up as inspiration struck. He began mentally drafting a new template for the Pokémon.
This world's advancements weren't driven by artificial technology, but by magical technology. Waiting for a digital world to naturally evolve here could take centuries—but this world already had the equivalent of digital systems.
Magic circles!
He didn't know for certain whether a true "digital world" could be built from magic circles alone. But he knew this much: most of his enchantment work was built on logic and structure—on magical 'coding.'
And if that were the case... then somewhere within the framework of a magic circle, a kind of digital space must already exist. One that could be shaped—transformed—into something that Porygon could inhabit.
However, there was one major problem.
In this world, magic circles functioned much like the internet. A being like Porygon—capable of entering, manipulating, or even rewriting those magic circles—would be viewed as a threat of unprecedented scale. More dangerous than any ghostly and undead beings.
For instance, Arthur had heard that Kross, the capital city of the Krosia Kingdom, was protected by a vast, multilayered barrier—powered entirely by advanced magic circle networks. If Porygon acted like a virus, it could potentially disrupt or even erase that barrier.
Such a being wouldn't just alarm the public.
It would terrify the world!
To ensure Porygon's safety, Arthur decided he would have to keep its existence hidden—for now. That might change in the future, but at this stage, he would only summon a single Porygon egg for himself.
He wouldn't share it with anyone. Not yet.
With that resolution in mind, he got to work.
The template for Porygon was no different from that of a typical Pokémon, but its birth required special conditions—ones that could anchor its nature as a Virtual Pokémon within the structure of magical technology.
Just as he began outlining the magical logic for its creation—
"AHHHHHHH!"
A scream tore through the air above, snapping Arthur's focus upward.
With a sudden, echoing crack, the ceiling split open—space itself ripping apart as a rift opened wide. In the blink of an eye, two figures and a flurry of Pokémon tumbled through it, crashing into him with a thunderous impact.
Arthur hit the ground hard, pinned beneath a tangled pile of limbs and fainted Pokémon.
Slumped atop him lay Rosaria, her eyes spinning in a daze—and beside her, a stunning woman with an otherworldly presence. Half-human, half-dragon, she had sky-blue wings that fanned out behind her, feathered with mist that shimmered with magic.
"Heya! Are you Arthuros, the Father of Pokémon?" the half-dragon woman asked cheerfully, her voice airy and melodic—like the sky itself whispering a lullaby.
Arthur blinked, dazed and pinned beneath the unexpected visitors.
Even though he already had a strong guess about the identity of the half-dragon woman, he still looked around in disbelief and asked, "Rosaria? Who is this? What's going on?!"