(The protagonist specializes in evil, follows no moral side, is absolutely self-serving, ruthless, and morally ambiguous. He moves freely between the criminal underworld and the legitimate world. The tone is dark and gritty—he is absolutely not a hypocrite.)
(Readers, feel free to suggest any Dark-type Pokémon you'd like to see appear later.)
(Romance will be minimal. Mostly female supporting characters. The male lead is a half-succubus. Feel free to suggest female characters.)
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The Hoenn Region was famous for its wildly diverse environment—rainforests, deserts, and above all, the sprawling ocean surrounding nearly half the entire continent.
Its open waters were so vast that the sea alone matched the size of the mainland. Unlike other regions dotted with small, scattered islands, Hoenn's archipelago stretched endlessly across the horizon. Some areas were even deep enough for full-scale diving. The lush vegetation and warm climate made Hoenn far more tropical than any other region.
But with vast seas came danger.
Piracy had grown out of control, especially the notorious criminal syndicate known as the Ocean Fang.
Not even the Alliance's Marine Division could wipe them out; they could only watch helplessly as the pirates expanded year after year.
And the pirates weren't just criminals—they were also the unwanted, the discarded, the runaway, the desperate. Some joined the crews voluntarily. Some were forced. Most simply ended up here because the darkness of society left them with nowhere else to go.
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The Giant Shark — an ordinary pirate ship on the open sea
"Black Feather, go to sleep already! Tomorrow marks our one-year anniversary. We're finally getting our first Pokémon! I can't believe it!"
A dozen teenagers were crammed inside a dark, damp, salty cabin. For most, tomorrow wasn't an anniversary—it was a reminder of the day they were sold into piracy.
At first, they had resisted, cried, trembled.
A year later, they had long accepted reality.
They were pirates now.
Among them sat a black-haired boy with sharp features and a calm, unreadable expression. He leaned silently in the corner.
His name was Evan Crowe.
To him, the teenagers' excited chatter felt childish.
He didn't even bother to look up.
The cabin reeked—salt, fish, mildew, sweat, despair.
Evan frowned. Even after a year, he still dreamed of Earth.
He had once been nothing more than an ordinary 21st-century guy—gaming, anime, late nights, mediocre life.
Then he blinked…
and woke up in the world of Pokémon.
But this world wasn't the bright, friendly version from the anime.
Here, becoming a licensed trainer required:
starting at age six
paying 200,000 credits every year for ten years
passing multiple background screenings
Only at sixteen could someone become an official "League-recognized" trainer.
And Evan?
He was an illegal immigrant, kidnapped, trafficked, and sold to pirates.
"A hell-tier beginning," he sighed inwardly. "Other transmigrators get pseudo-legendary starter Pokémon, battle champions, flirt with gym leaders… And me? I get thrown onto a pirate ship."
Eventually, exhaustion took him, and he drifted into sleep.
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Dawn
While the other teenagers slept in, Evan rose early. He stepped over their bodies and slipped out of the cramped cabin.
"Morning, Evan!"
"Hey Evan, Captain Gutierrez's Crawdaunt looks stronger today!"
He greeted the senior pirates warmly. Unlike the naive teens, Evan—armed with another lifetime's experience—understood the value of connections.
A pirate ship was a jungle.
Survive or get eaten.
"Wind direction changed?" Evan asked as he helped coil a rope.
"Nah," laughed the sailor. "Smooth sailing today. Looks like we might catch some Pokémon soon and make a fortune on shore!"
Illegally capturing and selling Pokémon was the lifeblood of pirates.
The Alliance's law meant nothing out here.
"Evan! Mrs. Meta wants you. Urgently!"
"Sorry, Captain Gutierrez," Evan said quickly. "Looks like I'll have to help her today."
The sailors exchanged knowing smirks.
Everyone knew Mrs. Meta—the captain's wife, a powerful breeder, and one of the most respected people on the ship.
And despite being new, Evan was one of the very few she regularly summoned.
Rumors spread quickly:
"Mrs. Meta plans to take Evan in as her apprentice."
"That kid's special—smart, polite, sharp."
"Maybe he'll become a breeder."
Evan did nothing to deny the rumors.
In fact, he made sure they spread.
On a pirate ship, reputation was armor.
He walked toward the upper cabin. Once he was alone, Evan's expression flattened—cold, distant, calculating.
"Good thing I studied every night since transmigrating. Being literate makes me a rare commodity here."
Most of the trafficked boys were illiterate street rats.
Evan's intelligence, cunning, and looks made him stand out.
Through carefully crafted actions and manipulation, he secured Mrs. Meta's attention… and the crew's respect.
He had endured the worst year of his life.
But he survived.
And today, he would become a Pokémon-owning pirate.
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Mrs. Meta
"Come in."
Evan entered the elegantly decorated cabin on the top floor. Fine furniture, sandalwood scent, polished artworks—this was another world entirely compared to the filthy decks below.
Mrs. Meta sat behind a heavy wooden desk. Though middle-aged, her beauty still shone through—graceful, refined, scholarly.
"Evan," she said warmly, "I'll need your help again today."
Evan bowed respectfully, slipped on shoe covers, straightened his appearance, and sat down with perfect posture—half seated, attentive, disciplined.
He began sorting the ship's ledgers.
"Mrs. Meta, it looks like our finances are deteriorating recently," he said lightly.
Her elegant expression sharpened.
"So you noticed too. Someone's been skimming off captured Pokémon."
Evan marked the discrepancies efficiently. A month of accounting completed within minutes.
Mrs. Meta reviewed it, nodding with approval.
"You're talented, Evan. And today's the day you trainees receive your first Pokémon, isn't it? Do you ever miss life on land?"
A test.
A dangerous one.
If he answered incorrectly, six months of effort would crumble.
Evan immediately knelt, voice trembling, eyes reddened.
"I grew up a starving orphan in Slateport City. I don't even know if my parents are alive. If I hadn't joined the Giant Shark, I'd have died in a gutter long ago."
This was not a lie.
For ordinary people in this world, hope was a luxury.
The Alliance's great families controlled all the resources.
Survival was a privilege.
Mrs. Meta's gaze softened.
"Well said. Remember—when choosing your Pokémon this afternoon… pick from the left side."
A hidden hint.
Evan bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Madam."
He slipped out quietly and closed the door.
Outside, he exhaled.
A year of humiliation, hiding, manipulating, bowing, observing…
and finally, he was gaining ground.
A man must be able to bend and stretch.
When weak, bow your head.
When strong… make others kneel.
"I finally see the path forward."
He stepped onto the deck and stared at the endless blue sea.
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Noon — The Ceremony
Under the scorching sun, Evan and the other teens stood in rigid lines as the senior pirates watched from the shade, snickering and gossiping.
This ritual happened every year.
And every year, newcomers were hazed, mocked, bullied, and tested.
Many pirates died yearly.
The Giant Shark had over a hundred crew members, but none of the original founders were still alive. Even the current captain was a replacement.
Piracy consumed people like firewood.
A tall, scar-faced man stepped onto the platform—Nicholas Holt, one of the two First Mates.
"Rookies," he bellowed, "today you shed that title. In the past year you've learned how to be sailors."
He paused.
"But sailors aren't pirates. Without blood—your own or someone else's—you're unworthy of the name."
The newcomers stiffened.
"Today, you earn your first Pokémon."
A wave of cheers burst from the line.
Evan's heart pounded.
He couldn't hide it.
These weren't just Pokémon.
This was power.
Freedom.
A future.
This was the beginning.