Pokemon : Rewind - Chapter 7 - : Pikachu vs. Squirtle

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Hellbound SynopsisVastro once stood at the absolute peak of the Eight Realms.A usurper so powerful that logic itself bent around him.They betrayed him.They killed him.Or so they thought.Vastro awakened at the Gates of Hell and chose speed over despair. By clearing all one hundred Gates, he became something forbidden....Hellbound.Granted early reincarnation and armed with hell-forged power, he rushed back to life for revenge.Something went wrong.Instead of returning as a god, he was reborn as a fragile human baby in the lowest realm.Power was not denied....only delayed.Stripped of his former body and forced to grow from nothing, Vastro must rebuild his strength step by step while hiding what he truly is. Every gain comes with limits, resistance, and consequence.He will rise again.Faster. Stronger. More ruthless than before.Assuming he survives long enough to learn how to walk.

Izan, a Spanish-Japanese boy who lived with his mother and sister in the heart of Valencia played for the Valencia academy since he could remember.As life fucks as all, Izan found himself being laid off by his club for being talentless.Frustrated, Izan runs around his local pitch, trying to get the news off his mind.As fate would have it, Izan gets struck by lightning which gives him a system.Izan with the system embarks on a journey to becoming 'THE' god of football.We all know he can and probably will but how does he get there?

“Please, I implore you to save the world.” This is what a goddess in white says to me in a pure-white space. Such is the standard line that suggests the game is about to begin. Please say this stirring line to boys and girls with sparkling eyes! It’s wrong to direct it to someone like me, who’s exhausted from job hunting! When I declined her politely, she flew into a fit of tears; when I agreed to assist her on small tasks out of reflex, she proclaimed: “it’ll be fine if you just help in the Starting-Village Arc. Please guide the Hero!” Then she tossed me into another world. No, this is a world modeled after a game that this gamer goddess likes…