I'm Really Not a Pokémon

“Wait, does your mobile game company now offer a card-drawing event where you win a free trip to another world? But this isn’t right, is it? Drawing a Pokémon and ending up in One Piece—seriously?”

There was no response from his surroundings.

Chen Ou sat beneath a tree, staring at the Flame-Flame Fruit in his hand and at the freckled young man sleeping beside him, utterly bewildered. He was still dressed in his dinosaur pajamas, in the same cross-legged position on the sofa as before; only now, his phone had become the Flame-Flame Fruit. The problem was, he had just been playing a Pokémon card-drawing game, and he’d drawn Reshiram. The young man before him, with freckles on his face, tears streaming from his mouth, and snoring like thunder, was clearly not human—no, that was Ace...

“Uh, could you send me back? I admit I love the world of One Piece, but living without WiFi is really hard to accept. As someone with a car, a house, and two busy parents, I really don’t fit your criteria for selecting candidates for transmigration, do I...?”

Still, there was only silence.

Chen Ou’s voice was weak; right now, he felt small, pitiful, and helpless. Had he not still been reeling from the shock of crossing over, he surely... would have burst into tears.

Why on earth did he have to abandon his privileged life for this dangerous pirate world? Peril lurked everywhere, safety was never guaranteed, and he had neither money nor influence. Granted, they’d thoughtfully set him down beside Ace and handed him the Flame-Flame Fruit, but he simply couldn’t