After wrapping up another successful training session, Ash returned to his room in his primary dimension. Just as he entered, a red system window abruptly appeared before him:
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Alert: Divine interference detected!
Alert: Major changes in reality detected!Alert: Host and all beings connected to the system are being teleported to the Creator!
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Before Ash could react, everything went black.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself seated on a plush couch. Beside him was a childlike figure holding a game controller. Ash glanced around, taking in the room's surreal appearance. It was a gamer's paradise—rows of arcade machines lined the walls, and a full-sized basketball court stretched out nearby. The graphics on the screen in front of the figure were beyond anything Ash had ever seen, surpassing even the best technology of his world.
Instinctively, Ash realized who the figure was.
The entity beside Ash was absorbed in a game entirely unfamiliar to him, its graphics so advanced they seemed beyond the comprehension of his world. Ash couldn't help but marvel at the level of detail.
Without a doubt, the figure next to him was the creator of the overpowered system he possessed.
Realizing the identity of the being, Ash quickly stood and dropped to one knee. "My lord, what can this humble servant do for you?"
The god paused his game, glanced at Ash, and sighed. "First of all, you don't need to kneel to me."
Ash sprang to his feet immediately. "Thanks, dude! I thought I'd have to be all formal with you, but you're a pretty chill guy in reality, Creator God of Systems!"
Finally taking a good look at the god, Ash was stunned. Every time he blinked, the entity's appearance shifted—a child, a young adult, a middle-aged man, an elderly figure. Each time, it was someone new.
"Ahem!" The god cleared his throat, drawing Ash's attention back. "Hello there, my chosen champion. By now, I assume you've realized who I am?"
"Yep, you're the Creator God of OP Systems!" Ash declared confidently.
"Hmm, that's a better title than my previous one—acceptable," the ever-changing god said with a nod. "Now, do you know why you're here?"
"Something about divine intervention, right?" Ash replied.
"Correct, but let me explain some things first. I am the God of Systems. My primary job is to oversee mortals, and occasionally, I choose a champion—mostly for my entertainment. However, other gods can also choose champions for their own purposes. While I design the structure of their systems, the power fueling them comes from the god who commissions me."
"And what does that have to do with what's happening now?" Ash asked.
"Would you let me explain first?"
"Yeah, go ahead," Ash said, gesturing for the god to continue.
The god shook his head at Ash's impatience but continued, "Whenever I choose a champion, they exhibit rapid improvement, and there's a reason for that. You see, to bestow my system upon anyone, I must perform a ritual that imbues a part of myself into them. It's akin to adoption. Additionally, everything you acquire through the system is created directly from my power."
"Wait! Are you telling me that you've adopted me?" Ash asked, wide-eyed.
The god nodded.
"That's so cool! So, I'm like a demigod or something?" Ash asked eagerly.
"Not quite. To be considered a demigod, you'd need to be at least level 500. A full god requires level 1,000. However, because I've adopted you, you don't have the level caps that normal systems impose. It's entirely possible that one day, you could become a god," the god explained.
"There's more to this, isn't there?" Ash asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes," the god admitted. "I am the second most powerful being among the Origin-Assented Cosmic Highest Absolute Supreme Gods. However, my abilities are strictly tied to my title—games, entertainment, and, of course, the system. My champions, on the other hand, aren't bound by those limitations. That's why the other gods keep an eye on them and look for excuses to eliminate them."
"So these pompous Origin-Assented Cosmic Highest Absolute Supreme Gods are jealous of me and want to kill me?" Ash guessed.
"Exactly," the god confirmed with a nod.
Ash smirked, folding his arms. "Man, I always seem to attract jealous individuals, don't I?"
"Indeed you do," the god replied with a chuckle. "Currently, the Origin-Assented Cosmic Highest Absolute Supreme God of Destiny has set his sights on you. Your world's level has increased significantly. Arceus, your world's god, who was previously level 10,000, has been made a subordinate of the God of Destiny. Arceus is now level 50,000, inching closer to being a High God. Additionally, select individuals from your world have also been enhanced."
"Great," Ash muttered sarcastically.
"Is that it?" Ash asked, his voice steady despite the sinking feeling in his chest.
The god solemnly shook his head.
"As the strongest God of Destiny, he has the power to alter anything about a being—past, present, or future. However, he can't directly affect you due to my influence, so..."
Ash gulped, a cold dread creeping through his veins.
"He erased all your Pokémon from existence—those you hadn't already caught. He also wiped out the shadows under your Gardevoir's control," the god stated bluntly.
Ash stood frozen, the weight of the revelation crashing down on him. His heart felt like it had been ripped apart, but before despair could overwhelm him, Ruthless Compassion activated. His emotions drained away, leaving only a void. Yet, even in that emptiness, an agonizing rage burned fiercely in his core.
"But you don't need to worry," the god continued with a confident grin. "There's still a way to get them back."
"Wait, really?" Ash asked, hope lighting up his face.
"Of course! I am the second most powerful god in the entirety of the multiverse, after all!" the god boasted proudly.
"How can I get them?" Ash asked, completely ignoring the god's bragging.
"Well, since I know you enjoy a good challenge, I've created a series of special worlds for you. In these realms, you'll find your Pokémon in the form of eggs. But, to make things even more interesting, you and your partners won't be able to leave a realm until you complete its main task and retrieve all the Pokémon hidden there."
Ash raised an eyebrow. "And the catch?"
"The catch," the god said with a mischievous grin, "is that you'll only have your race-specific and inherent abilities. Your levels will be invalid while you're in the realms. Additionally, you can summon only one Pokémon per day to assist you. Fun, right?"
Ash's eyes lit up with excitement, practically sparkling.
"Can I call you Dad now?" Ash asked with a grin.
"Of course, my son!" the god replied, laughing.
The two burst into hearty laughter, their bond cemented in that brief moment.
As their laughter subsided, Ash's body began glowing faintly.
"It seems our time is up," the god said. "As a mortal, I can't keep you here for long. You'll find the key to the first realm in your inventory. Remember, time in the realms is one-to-one with your world. A day there will be a day here. Good luck!"
With that, Ash felt his surroundings shift, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in his room. Moments later, his Pokémon appeared around him.
"That was weird!" Pikachu exclaimed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, where were you, Dad?" Eilie asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
"And what was that place?" Elysia added, her tone incredulous. "We were all teleported to some gamer's wet dream—literally every game you could imagine was there!"
Ash chuckled. "We were in the realm of the Creator God of the System. I was with my stepfather. Turns out, he adopted me. Cool, right?" he said with a proud grin.
"Wait, you're telling us that we're the granddaughters of a god?" Eilie and Elysia asked in unison, their voices a mix of shock and excitement.
"Well, technically speaking," Ash began, scratching the back of his head, "I'm your stepfather, and he's your actual father, since I got your eggs from the system—and, you know, everything in the system was made by him. But I still raised you, and he adopted me, so... yeah, you're the granddaughters of a god."
Ash nodded firmly, as though finalizing the bizarre yet undeniable logic of it all.
"Umm... could we get back on topic, please? Why were we even there?" Pikachu asked, clearly the voice of reason amidst the chaos.
"Oh yeah, about that!" Ash snapped his fingers, as if he had just remembered. "So, in a nutshell, our boy—the Creator God of the System—is like the second most powerful god among gods, with a title so long it could give you a headache. The other gods don't like him, but they can't do much about it, so they focus on the next best thing: his champions. And, uh, yeah... I'm that guy right now. So they decided to stir things up by making some people super strong and erasing our friends."
Ash shrugged, his tone far too casual for something so serious. "But thankfully, my new stepdad—cool guy, by the way—has a way to bring them back. All I gotta do is play some games. Easy peasy!"
Everyone stared at Ash, baffled by how unbothered he seemed about the situation.
"Ash, what are you planning? I know you, and you won't let this go." Pikachu asked, sensing the shift in Ash's demeanor.
At Pikachu's words, Ash's seemingly carefree mood evaporated in an instant. A shadow fell over him, his expression hardening.
"Oh, I have plans alright," Ash replied, his voice low but filled with determination. "After I get everyone back, we're gonna grind. We'll grind until we break, and even then, we'll keep going—stronger, every day. Because now, we're up against something greater than us. We need to reach a point where no one can touch us. And mark my words, I will destroy that god of Destiny—or whatever he's calling himself!" Ash's eyes blazed with fiery resolve, his fists clenched.
"So... when do we start?" Pikachu asked, tilting his head.
"Well, first we need to train certain abilities," Ash said thoughtfully. "These realms will likely keep us there for months, with no time pauses or dilations. Plus, we can't have all of you guys with us at the same time. It's going to be incredibly challenging, especially for Serena. Unlike my abilities, she has to consciously control her astral puppets almost all the time!"
"Hold up! Wait a minute!" Pikachu interrupted, ears twitching. "We're missing some serious details here! What do you mean, 'we might remain in those realms for months with no time pauses or dilations'? And what was that about not being able to have all of us?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you before?" Ash said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Serena and I will have to enter a series of realms, complete the challenges inside, and gather our friends in the form of eggs, I might add. Our levels will be rendered invalid, so only our skills, race, and racial abilities will work. Time will also run one-to-one with the real world. On top of that, we can only summon one of you guys per day for each of us, so we'll need to focus on training in Astral Body and Astral Puppet abilities."
Pikachu blinked, processing the information. "So… it's basically the ultimate grind, with no shortcuts."
"Exactly," Ash said with a smirk, determination shining in his eyes.
"And also, you're gonna make your clones study and go to school in your stead while you're off adventuring and getting into incredibly dangerous and exciting situations WITHOUT US?" Eilie's tone made it clear just how upset she was.
"Come now," Ash said, trying to placate her. "It's not like we won't see each other. We'll meet every other day. I'll set up a rotation system so everyone gets equal attention. Fair, right?"
Eilie huffed, crossing her wings. "Huff, fine! But don't think I'm happy about it!" she grumbled.
Ash chuckled, giving her a reassuring pat on the head. "You'll see, it'll work out. Trust me!"
Time Skip: Three Months Later
Ash and Serena stood on the shores of Asholm's main island. Before them, all their Pokémon were gathered, their expressions a mixture of pride and concern. Behind them, Nix and his Rocket spies, with James and Jessie as their leaders, stood at attention. In the ocean, the Lapras pod and the Fossils lingered, their presence a quiet reassurance. Beside Ash and Serena stood Velarion and Reshiram, both radiating calm power.
"Take care of things in my absence, alright?" Ash said, addressing his clone. The clone grinned confidently and gave a firm nod.
Ash turned to Serena. "Do you have everything prepared?"
"Yep," Serena replied, adjusting the crystal orb hanging from her neck. "I prepared four puppets earlier—one is stationed at home, and three are here with us."
The pair looked vastly different compared to three months ago.
Serena was no longer a Spirit; she had evolved into an Elf. Her cerulean blue eyes sparkled with renewed vitality, and her honey-blonde hair, now cut short, paired with her long, pointed ears, gave her a beautiful yet elegant appearance. Normally, she used her puppets' features to overlay her own to hide her elven ears.
She wore a midnight blue cloak that stopped just below her knees, and beneath it, a fitted silver-gray tunic with faint vine embroidery paired with slim dark blue trousers. Sturdy black knee-high boots with gold accents adorned her feet, and a utility belt with small pouches rested at her waist. Around her neck, a silver necklace connected to a small crystal orb hung, radiating energy; if one concentrated, they could see the symbols of all basic elements swirling within.
Her right hand's golden gauntlet was hidden by the system, appearing as a simple black glove, while her left hand bore an actual black glove. To complete her ensemble, she wore a lightweight forest-green hooded scarf, which added both practicality and grace while helping her blend in when needed.
Ash too had made slight changes to his outfit.
Ash's outfit featured a blue full sleeved hooded jacket, paired with a black undershirt and dark cargo pants. Around his neck was a Mega Necklace, and his left arm sported his advanced wrist-mounted Magi-Mecha Crossbow. On his right hand, he wore his Upgraded Z-Ring, while his left hand donned a fingerless glove that disguised the Golden Gauntlet. The glove on his right hand was a standard, functional fingerless glove.
"You know, Ash, when you two stand together, you look like her servant!" Pikachu commented, jumping onto Ash's clone's shoulder.
"Hey, I'm no servant!" Ash protested in mock indignation. Everyone tried to hold back their laughter but failed miserably.
"But seriously, I need you to come back as soon as possible, okay, brother?" Pikachu said once the laughter died down.
"Hey, don't get all dramatic on me! We'll come back with all our friends before you even realize we're gone," Ash reassured, pulling a golden key from his inventory.
"Don't worry, guys! We'll be back before you know it!" Ash declared as both he and Pikachu jumped into a portal that appeared behind them.
The portal closed, and they disappeared within its depths.
After a few moments of silence, Ash's clone groaned. "Oh my God, I forgot to ask him for food! Now I have to do all his homework without even a simple sandwich!"
Before the clone could go on ranting, Pikachu pulled out a plastic-wrapped sandwich from nowhere and handed it to him.
"Ash made this and gave it to me. He knew you'd act up, so eat up, Munchkin boy!" Pikachu grinned.
"I love myself so much!" The clone said as he savoured the sandwich.
With Ash and Serena
When Ash and Serena woke up, they found themselves sitting in a rowing boat, and in front of them sat a grizzled, older man wearing rugged clothes, clearly accustomed to hard labor. His expression carried a mix of determination and weariness.
Though Ash had never seen this man before, a name suddenly popped into his mind—Eugene. The realization hit him: Eugene had summoned them here to deal with a monstrous half-spider, half-train creature. They were now inhabiting the bodies of full-grown versions of themselves and had become monster hunters.
Ash glanced to his side, momentarily tuning out Eugene's rambling about the spider-train. He locked eyes with Serena, noticing her cerulean gaze—and then, without meaning to, his attention shifted to her chest. Her figure in this grown body had changed, and for reasons unknown, Ash found himself momentarily captivated, enchanted by what was, admittedly, an unfamiliar sight for him.
Serena, however, quickly brought him back to reality, subtly gesturing toward their uniforms with her eyes. Both of them were wearing dark brown long-sleeved shirts made of a tough, leather-like yet surprisingly lightweight material. Over these, they sported dark green flak jackets. Their sturdy, cargo-style pants were complemented by heavy-duty steel-toed boots, and utility belts packed with various tools completed the ensemble.
Soon, Eugene rowed them to a small, desolate island and docked the boat. "Welcome to Aranearum, where miners dig their own graves!" he announced, his voice gruff but tinged with humor.
Ash smirked. "I don't know about miners, but we're definitely going to cremate that Charles thing!" he replied confidently.
Eugene let out a hearty laugh. "I like your spirit, Mr. Archivist!" he said as the three began following a lantern-lit path winding into the island's dense terrain.
As they neared an old, shabby engine shed, Ash trailed behind Eugene and Serena. His eyes, despite his best efforts, kept drifting to Serena's curves—her ass and chest, now more pronounced in her older body, were impossible for him to ignore. He didn't understand why, but looking at her like this made him feel hot and weird, emotions he wasn't used to dealing with.
Eugene, completely unaware of Ash's wandering thoughts, kept explaining the plan. He outlined the traps they'd set and the risks of facing Charles, the monstrous spider-train. The island's eerie silence, broken only by rustling leaves and distant, unidentifiable noises, added to the tension as Serena stayed focused, while Ash tried to shake off his distractions.
Eugene fiddled with the lock on the engine shed, muttering in frustration. "Darn it, it's locked!"
The sound snapped Ash out of his daze, and though Serena had caught his odd behavior, she decided not to comment on it—at least not yet.
"Locked, huh?" Ash said, a sly grin forming on his face.
"Yes! The damn thing's locked! We'll need to find a key, Archivist!" Eugene exclaimed impatiently.
Ash cracked his knuckles. "No need for that. This is an urgent situation, and urgent situations call for... unconventional solutions."
Before Eugene could object, Ash raised his leg and kicked the door with a loud crack. The lock shattered, and the door swung open. His level might be capped at 1, but as a Nephilim, Ash was still five times stronger than an average adult.
"Woah! Mr. Archivist, you're strong!" Eugene said, completely in awe of Ash's display.
Serena smirked, trying to stifle her laughter. "Show-off," she teased under her breath, shaking her head at Ash's tendency to make everything dramatic.
As they ventured into the shed, they found a small train resting on the tracks. It looked battered but functional, its rugged design clearly meant for rough terrain.
Ash's curiosity got the better of him as he darted towards the train, leaving Serena behind to listen to Eugene's ongoing tale about the island's grim history.
Hopping onto the train, Ash began examining the controls. It was surprisingly simple: a red lever to stop, a green lever to move forward, and a yellow one to reverse. But what really caught his eye was the mounted automatic rifle at the back of the train.
"This… this is gonna be fun," Ash whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. His grin widened as he grabbed the handles of the rifle, imagining the chaos he could unleash.
"Real fun!" he yelled, throwing his head back as he started laughing maniacally, the sound echoing through the shed.
Hearing his laughter, Serena and Eugene turned to look at him, Serena narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Ash… what are you doing?" she called out.
Ash waved her off, still grinning. "Nothing! Just appreciating the equipment!"
"Don't mind him; he acts very childish sometimes," Serena explained awkwardly as she glanced at Ash, still giggling to himself.
"Heh, we really do need a lively person in these dark times!" Eugene commented with a chuckle.
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An Hour Later
"Is he dead?" Serena asked flatly, her tone carrying more annoyance than concern as she and Ash inspected the bisected remains of Eugene.
After some small talk, Eugene had led them to start the train and meet other islanders. However, their journey was cut short when the monstrous train, Charles, ambushed them. A brief but chaotic skirmish ensued.
In the heat of the fight, Eugene had fallen off the moving train. Ash and Serena had tried to reverse to save him, but in their panic, they both fumbled with the levers. That delay proved fatal, as Charles had seized the opportunity to finish the old man in a gruesome display.
"He's as dead as they get, and believe me, I've seen a lot of dead bodies in my time," Ash said casually, poking at Eugene's spilled intestines with a stick.
Serena crossed her arms, frowning. "Too bad he doesn't have anything valuable on him. But at least he's out of the way now. We finally get some alone time—that guy was annoying."
"Alright, let me just deal with this corpse really quick, and we'll be on our way," Ash said nonchalantly.
He effortlessly picked up Eugene's body—halves and all—and tossed them off the track. Kneeling down, Ash placed his hands on the ground. The earth rumbled softly, and the soil swallowed the remains. Moments later, a bed of vibrant flowers bloomed where the body had been, their petals glowing faintly under a rare beam of sunlight piercing through the island's gloom.
"Odd but nice," Ash murmured, glancing up at the sun. "At least he gets a poetic ending."
Serena rolled her eyes, smirking. "Let's hope we don't have to waste more time burying anyone else."
Serena took the driver's seat of the train, her hands steady on the controls, while Ash assumed the roles of navigator, gunner, and mechanic. With his impeccable aim, there was no doubt that every shot he fired would find its target, even on a shaking train chasing down a monstrous machine.
"You know," Serena began, her voice calm as she watched the dense forest blur past them. "We could just summon Reshiram and obliterate Charles in seconds."
Ash chuckled, glancing up from the map he had pilfered from Eugene's body. "Yeah, but where's the fun in that? A challenge like this is rare—most of the time, the only real competition I get is from high-tier dungeon bosses. Let's enjoy this one and play with that overgrown spider train."
Serena smirked, shaking her head slightly. But after a moment of silence, she spoke again, her tone more curious. "Hey, Ash… I didn't bring it up earlier, but is there something wrong with me?"
Ash looked up, puzzled. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean… earlier, you kept staring at me," she said, glancing back at him. "Is there something wrong with how I look? Or… with my body?"
Ash blinked, then let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Wrong? No, not at all. If anything, the opposite. You just… you look incredible. Honestly, it's hard not to look at you, Serena. And, uh… well, your chest and… um, your butt… they're distracting. In a good way," he admitted, his face slightly red but unapologetic. "The way they bounce when you move? It's—uh—hard to ignore."
Serena's cheeks turned pink as she processed his words. After a beat, she turned back to the controls, a small, mischievous smile forming on her lips. "So… you like my breasts and my butt?" she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder. With a playful wiggle, she made her hips sway, causing her curves to jiggle slightly.
Ash gave a crooked grin, crossing his arms as he leaned against the side of the train. "I mean, yeah. They're great, but honestly, I like looking at you more than anything else. Your chest and butt are just… close seconds."
Serena's blush deepened, but she couldn't stop herself from giggling. "Well, I guess it's nice to know I've caught your attention."
Ash laughed, his grin widening. "You've always had my attention, Serena. But now? I think it's going to be even harder to focus on this monster train."
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