One hundred years ago, the world changed, as spatial cracks appeared across the globe.
From within them, creatures called Pokémon forced their way into the world.
At first, war erupted.
Humanity was crushed.
Later, some humans formed special contracts with certain Pokémon, and fragile peace was established.
As decades passed, Pokémon fully integrated into human civilization.
They powered transportation, assisted in medical treatment, and helped build cities.
Even wars over global resources were settled through Pokémon battles.
The Pokémon League was founded.
World Championships became the ultimate stage.
…
Deep within Viridian Forest, a teenage boy dressed in blue casual wear stood calmly, commanding a battle.
Before him stood a Pikachu.
But not an ordinary one.
It wore a black cloak embroidered with red clouds.
The word "Akatsuki" was stitched across its back.
A slashed Konoha forehead protector rested above its eyes.
Its pupils were crimson.
"Uchiha form," the boy said calmly.
"Activate the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Shuriken attack."
The Pikachu's red eyes shifted.
Three black tomoe spun within them.
Its expression turned cold—focused, emotionless.
Three chakra-forged shuriken condensed in its paws and shot forward at terrifying speed.
Across from it—
A Butterfree barely had time to flap its wings.
The shuriken tore through the air.
The Butterfree was knocked out instantly, crashing to the ground.
A notification echoed in Gu Qiu's mind.
[Your Pika-Itachi defeated Butterfree.]
[Gained 32 EXP.]
[Level increased to Level 61.]
Gu Qiu allowed himself a small smile.
"Level 61… finally."
Level 61.
In this world, that marked entry into the Heavenly King tier.
Reaching that tier meant one thing—
You were no longer prey.
You had the power to protect yourself.
"Pika."
The Pikachu responded calmly, its demeanor eerily similar to Uchiha Itachi himself.
Gu Qiu chuckled softly.
"You did well, Itachi."
He took out a piece of golden candy.
The instant Pika-Itachi saw it, its cold composure shattered.
It leapt straight into Gu Qiu's arms, eyes shining.
Despite its aloof and ruthless combat style, it had one undeniable weakness—
Golden sweets.
Especially those from high-end dessert shops.
Gu Qiu opened the system interface.
Only he could see it.
Pokémon: Pikachu
Trait: Ninjutsu (Unique)
Attributes: Electric, Fire, Wind, Water, Yin, Yang, Dark
(Uchiha Template – Unique)
Aptitude: Primary Legendary Tier
Level: 61 (Heavenly King Tier)
Skills: Thunderbolt, Agility, Fireball Jutsu, Sharingan, Mangekyō Sharingan, Shadow Clone Jutsu, Amaterasu, Susanoo…
Yes.
Gu Qiu was a transmigrator.
He had lived in this world for eighteen years.
And he had a system.
His beginner gift pack had given him a mutated Pikachu—
One fused with Uchiha Itachi.
It could use ninjutsu.
Possessed the Sharingan.
Even wielded Amaterasu.
Even Susanoo.
Gu Qiu had once seriously wondered if he'd transmigrated into the wrong universe.
Fortunately—
There was no Naruto anime in this world.
Otherwise, explaining things would have been troublesome.
The system had three core functions.
First:
Whenever Pika-Itachi leveled up, Gu Qiu could claim chakra as a reward.
"Claim."
A surge of power flooded his body.
[Chakra level has reached Kage-tier.]
Kage-tier chakra.
That was Gu Qiu's true hidden trump card.
As long as he didn't act recklessly, most criminal organizations—
Team Rocket, Team Aqua, and the like—
Would think twice before provoking him lightly.
Second:
A shop system.
Using Poké-dollars, he could purchase Pokémon-related items.
So far, no strange cross-world imports had appeared.
Aside from this utterly unreasonable Pikachu.
Third:
A mission system.
Tasks appeared periodically.
Complete them, and rewards followed.
Failure?
No punishment.
Gu Qiu looked down at Pika-Itachi in his arms.
A Heavenly King–level Pokémon.
Kage-tier chakra.
And his senior year of high school was about to begin.
He exhaled slowly.
"This world is dangerous."
"But now…"
"I finally have the qualifications to step onto the real stage."
The wind rustled through Viridian Forest.
The Akatsuki cloak fluttered.
And somewhere far away, a new era was quietly beginning.