The wreckage in the sky gradually dissipated, leaving behind only a golden, wheel-like object shaped like a cross.
This relic was known as the Thousand Arms of Creation, the key artifact in which Arceus stored its divine authority and the very tool with which it had shaped the world. Legends claimed that Arceus used a thousand hands to create the universe from nothingness, and thus the Thousand Arms earned its name.
Four crimson gems were embedded within it, each brimming with boundless power. Under normal circumstances, it held nearly infinite strength, and through it, Arceus could regenerate endlessly.
But now, the Thousand Arms was shattered and incomplete. Even Arceus' very soul had splintered into fragments, leaving it powerless, awaiting the quiet descent of death.
"Beep… beep… beep… doo~~" A strange sound echoed in the void.
A streak of white light cut across the emptiness, opening a tunnel through space and time.
In the next moment, the dying Yuto Shirogane appeared.
Strangely, although his body was crumbling apart, a certain… pillar remained perfectly intact, standing tall as ever.
And by coincidence, the Thousand Arms shrank at that very moment, transforming into a ring and clasping itself around the small recess atop his head.
"Ding… Perfect match target discovered. Dream Apex System successfully bound…"
"Warning: host's soul power severely damaged. Absorbing nearby fragments of Arceus' soul to repair…"
"Repairing… please wait…"
"Alert: energy reserves critically low. Please select a method of restoration:
Option one: Transform into a Pokémon Egg using Arceus' power.
Option two: Absorb natural energy for ten thousand years."
Half-conscious, Yuto regained a sliver of awareness. At first, he was thrilled to realize he had transmigrated, fused with Arceus, and awakened a system… only for his joy to be crushed by these ridiculous choices.
A Pokémon Egg? Did they seriously want him to turn into a llama? And ten thousand years? Was that a joke? What, was he supposed to crawl out later and say "Hey old friend, still alive?"
Frustrated, Yuto wanted to shout: What the hell!
But his broken body could no longer form full words.
So all that escaped his throat was: "W…a…"
"Ding… Host has selected Option One. Initiating transformation into Pokémon Egg."
"Oh right, one more detail. Due to soul restoration, the incubation time of this Pokémon Egg is unknown. Please be advised…"
Yuto's lips twitched. "*%￥#@…"
But he had no strength left to curse. Wrapped in a cocoon of warm white light, his body compressed into a perfectly round, snow-white Pokémon Egg.
Time flowed. Eras passed. Through shifting earth, turbulent weather, and the movements of Pokémon themselves, the Egg drifted far from the land of Sinnoh, eventually arriving in the distant region of Kanto.
It had endured snowstorms, floated across oceans, even been swallowed by a Wailord and later expelled… until finally, it followed a river's current into a small stream.
Kanto. Pallet Town. Professor Oak's laboratory.
As always, the trusted Professor Oak was absorbed in his research, tinkering with his passion project: the Pokémon Pokédex.
"Professor, look what I found!" A young woman rushed in with sparkling eyes.
She wore a grass-green dress, and as she ran, her ample chest bounced lightly with each step. The pale skin at her neckline was faintly visible, her delicate arms and long smooth legs radiating youthful charm.
"Hanako? Didn't you go to the river to pick flowers today?" Oak asked absently, eyes fixed on the computer screen, not even glancing at what she carried.
"Mhm! But I found this in the river instead~" Hanako lifted a pure white Egg with both hands.
But it was heavier than she expected. Her arms trembled, and the Egg slipped.
"Ah!" she cried.
The Egg hit the ground with a clang, bounced a few times, and rolled against her foot.
Already off-balance, Hanako staggered backward. Her skirt flared into a delicate arc, and with a soft thump, she sat right down on the Egg.
"Hss… I didn't break it, did I?" Panicked, she quickly scooped it from beneath her. Seeing it unharmed, she exhaled in relief.
Looking up at Oak, she flashed a bright smile. "See, Professor, look what I picked up~"
Now done with his notes, Oak finally turned around. His eyes lit up at the sight of the Egg. "Oh! Such a large Pokémon Egg? This is the first time I've ever seen one!"
"Right? I think it's going to hatch into a chubby little cutie~" Hanako narrowed her eyes happily. "I've decided! I'll take care of this child. And when the time comes, I'll be asking for your guidance, Professor Oak~"
"Of course. If it's an undiscovered Pokémon, I absolutely must study it."
"Great! Thank you, Professor. I'll be going then!"
Hanako left, cradling the Egg in her arms. She didn't notice that when her lips brushed against it through the fabric of her panties earlier, a deep voice had echoed faintly…
"Ding… Compatible female detected. Scanning result: excellent maternal host. Initiating incubation protocol…"
That night, Hanako carefully washed the Egg and held it as she drifted into sleep.
Once her breathing steadied, the Egg began to shrink. It shriveled to the size of a quail egg, floated free, and drifted over her body lingering over her chest, her navel, then lower…
It paused at a spot it seemed drawn to.
It pressed forward, but a thin layer of cloth blocked its path.
"Mmm~!" Hanako let out a soft moan, lost in dreams.
The little Egg bobbed irritably in the air, then slammed forward.
"Rip…" The damp fabric tore open.
"Ah! Huh?!" Hanako jolted awake.
And as she sat up, the tiny Egg was pushed inside her body.
"Wha… where's the Egg?!" she gasped. Then her eyes widened as she felt the foreign presence within.
Her lips parted in disbelief. "It… it went inside me?!"
Horrified, she tried to get up and do something, anything but it was too late.
The Egg had already pushed past the narrow gateway into a new world.
"Ding… Target incubation site reached. Beginning hatching sequence. Estimated time: one month."
"Ding… Maternal host detected as Hanako, mother of the Chosen Child Satoshi. Successfully diverted Satoshi's fate…"
A surge of power coursed through Hanako, shaking her entire body. Ecstasy and exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she collapsed weakly onto the bed, shivering.
Her strength drained away. Drowsy, she sank back into slumber.
This time she dreamed of a plump, snow-white little boy who smiled at her with the purest sweetness.
In the days that followed, Hanako noticed her appetite had grown several times over. Every night she dreamed of that adorable baby boy holding him, hugging him, showering him with affection.
The warmth in her heart was overwhelming, as if he were truly her own child.
And for someone who had been an orphan since birth, that feeling of belonging and maternal love was intoxicating.
Hanako found herself cherishing it deeply.
She loved it.