Pokémon: Join Team Rocket at the Beginning

"Before I knew it, it's already winter."

Yang Ming sat in a luxury car, looking at the dazzling promotional advertisements on the street, feeling deeply moved.

Like Yang Ming's original world, winter in the Pokémon world is also an important festival. In ancient times, people would end a year of hard work, sit together to share food, and pray for good weather and good harvests in the coming year.

Now, the commercial atmosphere is strong, and various promotional activities have become the symbol of winter. Merchants are ingenious and even combine winter with Valentine's Day to launch a series of special promotions for couples.

As a driver, Jones couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw young couples on the street sweetly holding those cute and unique goods.

"Other people have already started enjoying the holidays, but I'm still working. Damn, don't the Rockets have any days off?" Jones couldn't help but complain.

"What does it matter? We are both single anyway, so just think of it as you accompanying me on a business trip." Yang Ming teased.

"That being said, Minister, given your position, why would you bother to personally go there for subordinates like us? If it were the ministers of other branches, they would just casually handle matters like the pensions for fallen subordinates."

Yang Ming leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "Jones, you don't understand. You and I are both from Kanto. If I can't treat my subordinates here well, who will fight for me?"

"We work in this industry for money, wealth, status, power and women. To put it bluntly, it's for ourselves and our families. Treating subordinates well means not only providing them with delicious food and drinks while they are alive, but also helping them arrange their affairs after their death. Only in this way will they feel that their lives are respected and will they regard me as a 'big brother' instead of a 'superior'."

"This is the reason why people say 'a thousand gold coins are enough to buy a horse's bones'."

Jones remained silent. Ever since he became Yang Ming's adjutant, he could feel that his superior was no ordinary person. He had worked in the Rockets for several years and had seen many division heads. When these people reached Yang Ming's position, they had already kept mistresses outside and played the game of "hiding a beautiful woman in a golden house".

And what about his minister? There were two stunning beauties waiting for him, but he left them aside and went to run around for the lower-level Rockets members and arrange funeral affairs for their families.

What Jones felt from Yang Ming was not only humanity, but also ambition and insight that were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"No wonder it only took the minister a year to reach his current position. In my opinion, he will become one of the cadres in the organization sooner or later."

"No, maybe even higher."

Jones was, after all, just a nobody with no background, and his horizons were very limited. If he hadn't followed Yang Ming, he would never have seen a master above the quasi-king level. But even he could vaguely feel that he might have followed an extraordinary person, and his future achievements might be able to compete with those kings and champions.

As the night deepened, Yang Ming spent a whole day finally handing all the pensions to the relatives.

However, completing this task did not make Yang Ming feel relieved, but made him feel even more depressed. Looking at the relatives of his dead subordinates, Yang Ming's mood was as cold as the season.

"No matter what, this result was caused by my wrong decision..."

This winter is not that cold. In order to attract the opposite sex, many girls wear short skirts and stockings to show off their proud figures.

Men also walk around the streets wearing clothes that they think are the most handsome or manly, with wandering eyes, hoping to have a "beautiful encounter" of their own.

Yang Ming was out of tune with all this. Although he was still young and had a physique that others envied, there was no trace of vitality in his spirit. He walked aimlessly on the street like a walking corpse who had lost his soul.

Jones followed closely, not daring to move away.

At the end of the meal, Yang Ming found a chair in the corner of the park, sat down, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

"What a beautiful moon, but unfortunately, the moonlight is as cold as the world." Yang Ming murmured to himself.

Since crossing into this world, Yang Ming has fought his way out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and he has never regretted it. But this time, he began to feel confused, not because he was afraid of being killed, but because he didn't know what the meaning of struggling in such a chaotic world was.

Yang Ming had read some so-called "cultivation novels" in his previous life. The people in those worlds would do anything to achieve immortality. It could be said that they were straight out of a gangster novel.

But in this Pokémon world where there is no immortality, no matter how strong you are, you will eventually die of old age. Even the ancestors of the seven major families are only over a hundred years old and already very old, requiring life support devices to keep them alive. In such a world, what is the meaning of climbing to the top?

For all these, people have been killed and their heads have been rolling down their feet, but what have they gained? It is still dust to dust after death.

Yang Ming had witnessed the deaths of too many people and had killed many people himself, but after killing so many people, he actually began to wonder what the meaning of killing was.

Others joined the Rockets to make themselves stand out and to give their families a good life. But what about him? Yang Ming is a time traveler, all alone in this world. He has no relatives and doesn't care about fame. He joined the Rockets just to survive.

Alive.

Joining Team Rocket is to avoid the fate of starving to death as an illegal resident; climbing up Team Rocket is to allow oneself to survive better in this world; killing enemies is also to avoid being killed.

Yang Ming was like a wild beast trapped in a steel jungle. He kept doing things he would never do before for his survival instinct. He changed from a gentle and weak scholar to a deadly Shura who killed people without blinking an eye.

So, what should I do after I survive? Yang Ming never thought about this question.

If the meaning of fighting is to survive, then what is survival itself to him?

"Jones, come sit over here."

Yang Ming pointed to the empty seat next to him.

Jones stammered: "Minister, our status is different..."

"I don't talk about these nonsense here. Just sit down when I tell you to!"

"Yes, obey!"

After Jones sat down, Yang Ming asked, "Jones, if you had my strength and status, what would you do?"

"Ah?" Jones didn't expect Yang Ming to ask him such a question. He said without hesitation, "I will probably send money to my parents and brothers first to improve their quality of life."

"and then?"

"Of course I would find a woman to marry, have a child with her, and then find a way to give the child a formal identity so that he can avoid having to live a life like mine."

"What happens next?"

"Of course I want to buy a luxury car and live in a villa. If possible, I also want to have a concubine like those big shots."

"What about other things? Just gone like that?" Yang Ming was a little surprised.

"That's all? Is there anything else that needs to be done?" Jones spread his hands.