The necromancer of the Pokémon world

Chapter 1: The Necromancer, and Also a Pokémon Trainer

Name: Lin Ye

Special ability: Ability to communicate deeply with Ghost-type Pokémon and understand the reactivation of certain life forms' functions after the loss of their main life characteristics.

Lin Ye felt that his writing was quite rigorous, even carrying a touch of academic modesty.

After all, if he were to write something like "a necromancer who is good at chatting with ghosts and can make dead people's bones stand up and dance," it would be quite shocking in this world.

But after reading Lin Yelong's report in his flamboyant handwriting, a small bump appeared on the smooth forehead of the auditor, Qiao Yijing.

She looked up at the young man opposite her and found that he had a flawless, sculpted, handsome face, but he seemed to have some mental problems, which made her feel even more sorry for him.

"Um, Mr. Lin Ye, the special skills you filled in are extremely creative!"

"You flatter me! You flatter me! They're just some trivial little skills!"

"But please forgive my frankness, the recruitment event held in Lilycove City this time aims to select outstanding talents who are psychologically positive and healthy and can build positive bonds with Pokémon."

Therefore, I cannot approve your Pokémon application. Please look for a more suitable development path!

"Miss Joey, please allow me to demonstrate~~"

"Oh, by the way, I personally recommend a well-known psychologist in this city. You can go and have a chat with him when you have time."

Before he could finish speaking, Qiao Yijing handed him a business card!

Lin Ye glanced at it politely, casually took it and put it in the pocket of his black trench coat, then turned and walked out of the Pokémon Center in Lilycove City!

"It's such a pity. It would be so much more convenient if we could just apply for Pokémon directly."

Fortunately, although the energy structures of the two worlds are different, necromancy can still be used.

Perfect timing! Mt. Sacred is right near Lilycove City. I can go there and see if there are any Ghost Pokémon willing to follow me.

But reality isn't a game, and since I'm new here, I'd better find a local to ask around first.

As Lin Ye thought this, he closed his eyes and then opened them again, revealing a strange, eerie blue light!

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That's right, Lin Ye has traveled to the Pokémon world, but this is not the first world he has ever traveled to!

He was originally just an ordinary high school student on Earth, but he unexpectedly transmigrated to a magical world and even landed in a country where necromancers were everywhere.

Afterwards, he was forcibly recruited by the local Death Whisper Academy and became a necromancer apprentice.

Apprentices have a very low status. If they cannot communicate with the underworld, summon and contract with real undead creatures within three years, they will be deemed worthless and then trained by the academy to become zombies or vengeful spirits.

Lin Ye had been cultivating diligently for two and a half years, but he was stopped at the threshold of becoming a formal mage.

Under immense pressure, he forcibly cast a cross-world summoning spell, causing the altar's teleportation energy to go berserk. When he opened his eyes again, he had become an unregistered person in the Pokémon world.

Lin Ye quickly mastered the language of this world by relying on the powerful mental strength brought by cultivating magic. He then learned that the city of Lilycove was holding an event that would give starter Pokémon to civilians who passed the selection process.

Initially, Lin Ye wanted to obtain Pokémon through this method, but unfortunately he failed. Now he can only try to find another way.

After sensing with his mental energy for a while, several blurry figures exuding a chilling ghostly aura soon appeared in Lin Ye's sea of ​​consciousness.

Following the map, Lin Ye arrived at the foot of a dark, abandoned building, only to find that what had attracted him there were three ghosts floating above the ground.

They are a sinister skull, a tattered rag doll swaying in the wind, and a ghost with its hands detached from its body.

As a longtime Pokémon fan, Lin Ye recognized them at a glance: Night Patrol, Cursed Doll, and Gastly.

Right now, they are gathered around a heavily injured Pokémon that looks like a fox, discussing something with "hehehe~".

The fox was covered in blood, its bones twisted, and it looked miserable. It lingered on its last breath, as if trying to shout something, but its distorted mouth could no longer make a sound.

Gastly floated up to it, reached out and grabbed a handful of black mist from its body, rolled it into the shape of a cigar, held it between two fingers, took big sips and puffed out clouds of smoke, and even flicked it off in a very professional manner.

"Look! Look! The resentment is so strong, it's enough for us brothers to enjoy for days. The concentration, the quality, it's super pure and super fresh."

"But boss, how come this fox is in such a sorry state? Who abandoned it here?"

"Hey, I actually saw it just now. A fierce-looking human dumped it here like trash. It scared the crap out of me."

"But boss, you were just a soul all along!"

"Yeah, boss, and you can fly anyway!"

"Oh right~, then it's fine, let's eat!"

"Excuse me, do you know why that person is torturing this Pokémon?"

"What the hell are you! How come you look like a normal person?"

Upon seeing Lin Ye suddenly appear, Night Patrol Spirit and Shadow Doll trembled in fright, while only Gastly managed to remain calm and ask.

"My name is Lin Ye, and this Pokémon should be Zoroar. I'm wondering who would torture it like this."

"Heh~, you human actually understand our ghost language, but you don't actually think you can bring it back to life, do you?"

Lin Ye looked closely and found that Zoroya was on the verge of death, but its resentment was extremely strong. If it were in the previous magical world, it would have become a malevolent spirit in no time.

Lin Ye looked reluctant, recalling the two years he had spent among those necromancers, living in constant fear and enduring immense psychological pressure.

They only breathed a sigh of relief after arriving in this Pokémon world with modern civilization.

But he didn't expect that even in such a world, which seemed as wonderful as a utopia in comparison, it was not entirely safe.

Some of them were not much different from the evil necromancers of that magical world.

For some reason, the image of Zoroya in Lin Ye's eyes gradually overlapped with the image of himself in the magical world in his memory.

If I hadn't been born into this world by accident, my fate might have been even more tragic.

A flood of unbearable memories washed over Lin Ye, giving him a jolt after a brief period of peace, and he felt a deep empathy for Soroya.

Lin Ye wanted to save him, but his hand stopped halfway through its reach!

Soroya's body was completely mangled, and he was only holding on because of his resentment and unwillingness to accept defeat; otherwise, he would have died long ago.

Even if Nurse Joy herself were here, let alone taking it to the Pokémon Center now, there would be no way to save it.

"Phew~, all that effort was wasted, he can't be saved!" Gastly took a deep drag on its "cigar":

"You humans only ever use our power, and you've never treated us like family. Now you're putting on a show for the ghosts."

"You seem to have a lot of opinions about humans, and I don't deny that there are such people."

But I feel a strong connection with it, and if its former owner wasn't fit to protect it, then I will be its trainer.

"What?! Dude, are you messing with this ghost?! You think it can still...?"

Before Gastly could finish speaking, Lin Ye muttered some mysterious and obscure language, then pointed at Zoroah and unleashed a beam of dark blue light.

"Bang!"

A faint, almost transparent phantom detached from Zoroya's corpse, hovering blankly. Its shape was somewhat similar to the original, but it was so fragile that it seemed as if it would dissipate in the wind at any moment.

The next instant, the dense, impenetrable black resentment around them seemed to have found an outlet, and surged wildly toward the phantom of Zoroya!

The outline of the phantom became clearer and clearer, and its color and shape gradually changed, as if it were tinged with a pale white tone like faded moonlight, while its neck, head and tail were stained with a touch of blood.

"Holy crap, they really pulled a fast one."

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