Monthly Calculation System in Pokémon

"Where am I...am I in reality?"

"My left hand is still firmly trapped here?"

Carlos' left arm had been firmly tied to it, and he could not move.

The laboratory in front of him made him feel deep fear... Even though his reason told him that he had left there, it was still so familiar and scary.

"Relax...slice that apple open with your left hand."

A familiar voice came from behind the one-way mirror, and Carlos felt as if his soul trembled violently. The nightmare that had been controlling him...the nightmare that he had been unable to get rid of.

"Ahhh!"

In reality, Carlos covered his head in pain, and his left arm was banging around like crazy, but his subconscious still deliberately protected the little guy.

"Carlos!"

The little guy wanted to step forward, but the terrifying murderous aura in his body made it difficult for the little guy to move forward.

"Relax...cut that 'apple' and you're good to go."

Herman's voice was like a demon, bewitching him in his ears, yes...he never got out of the past, nor did he escape from the shadow of that woman.

"Cut it open...let me go?"

There was a tremor in Carlos's voice, followed by another helpless sigh... just as he was about to cut open.

"Carlos!"

"brat!"

A familiar voice sounded in his head... which made him stop when he was about to cut the apple.

"This time! I will never accept my fate!"

He seemed to have thought of something and then struggled wildly. He bit hard, and his teeth directly bit the insect's arm. With a sound of muscles tearing apart, he snapped and broke the bones directly. He suddenly woke up from the severe pain.

"Ah ha ha!"

In reality, Carlos was covered in sweat. At this time, the little guy hugged him tightly. The moonstone hanging on her body and the moonstones in his pocket and on his coat emitted a golden light. He escaped those painful nightmares just in time.

"Carlos, don't move! Your arm..."

The little guy looked at the insect arm that fell to the ground and looked at him with a cry in his voice.

"It's okay, little problem..."

Carlos used his right hand to gently comfort the little guy, and then with a harsh clicking sound, the bones of his broken limbs regrown, as well as the killing insect's arm.

"Carlos..."

Seeing this scene, the little guy's outlook was shattered. This terrifying self-healing ability is simply stronger than Pokémon.

"I can't tell whether I am in reality or a dream... In my memories, I have been trapped in that dark laboratory... That woman, that damn woman, will inject me with that drug that I can't name. After that, he tied my left arm firmly to the table."

"In that endless darkness, there is only the ever-shaking red color. My task is to pierce the apple."

"Those were my darkest hours. After experiencing dehydration, hunger and despair, as if accepting my fate, my arm finally pierced the apple, and then the restraints on my left arm were loosened. That was me. It had been nearly a week since I saw the sun, and at that moment I was even in a trance, not sure if I had really come out?"

"Is this where your left arm comes from?"

The little guy stared at his left arm...and that was the source of Carlos' pain.

"Then my job was to keep asking for those apples to be pierced until that day."

"That day when I pierced the apple, a faint sweet smell came through. When I gradually regained my energy, the "apple" in front of me kept deforming into a beating heart with that terrifying "sweetness" It stimulated my nerves and I had already fainted before I understood everything."

"... "

The little guy didn't know what to say, and she didn't know how to persuade Carlos.

Carlos seemed to see the little one's distress, and then gently touched her head.

"Don't worry, meeting you is the best medicine for me...my heart can calm down with you."

"Yeah!" The little guy leaned into his arms happily, and the two of them looked up at the starry sky outside the cave and gradually fell asleep.

"Hey... I almost made a big mistake just now."

Carlos looked at the little guy sleeping in his arms, a little afraid that if he had cut the apple just now...

"Speaking of what that old fish head gave me..."

Carlos looked at the mage stone in his hand and the moonstone hanging around the little guy's neck, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind.

the next morning

"Little guy...little guy, wake up, wake up."

Carlos looked at the sleeping little guy and could only helplessly shake his head and push her gently to wake her up.

"What happened?"

The little guy was woken up and took a look at his surroundings. At this moment, their stomachs rumbled at the same time.

"It's time for breakfast little one."

Carlos touched her head and hung the things he had prepared half the night around her neck.

"Did you do this? It's so beautiful!"

The little guy said happily. He dug a hole in the middle of the moonstone that was equal to the mage stone. The stone was quietly placed in it. The morning sunlight reflected on it, forming a strange beautiful.

"Like it? Just like it."

Carlos looked at him with relief, feeling like an old father watching his daughter. He stood up and heated up the leftover canned food last night and brought it to the little guy for breakfast.

"Carlos…I…."

The little guy looked at him and wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Just say what you want to say. What's the relationship between us?"

Carlos slowly stirred the soup with a spoon. There was still some fat floating on the soup, which gradually melted away under the high temperature of the flame and the stirring.

"Carlos I want to be your Pokémon."

The little guy mustered up the courage and said firmly.

"Huh?" Carlos was stunned for a moment. What is a Pokémon?

"Can the system explain what a Pokémon is?" Carlos shouted anxiously to the system.

"Answer: Humans in this world use an item called a Poké Ball to conquer elves and become battle Pokémon. Master, the red and white balls in your backpack are the props used to conquer them." The system is as cold as Meursault. sound.

"Can't your voice be warmer? Stop acting like a double-door refrigerator."

Even though he was used to hearing it, the bone-chilling voice still felt cold to him.

"Then what do you do with the red and white ball?" Carlos asked.

"You can throw it directly, or let the little guy take the initiative to touch it and wait until there is no struggle when receiving the elf ball." The system continued.

"I understand."

Carlos took out the Poke Ball from his backpack, knelt down on one knee and held it in his hand."

"Little guy, are you willing to be my elf?"

"Yes!" The little guy touched the elf ball and took it in.

(The heroine of the book that Wifemon in his infancy acquires is Gardevoir, and the protagonist will marry her in the future.)