Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice

Rewinding the clock to an hour ago.

Goldenrod City, Train Station:

Stephen arrived in Goldenrod City via train from Cianwood City. Being one of the largest cities in the Johto region, Goldenrod was a frequent destination for Stephen to stock up on supplies.

As he prepared to disembark, a terrified scream suddenly erupted from the station's exit. Chaos quickly spread as passengers panicked, fleeing in all directions like headless chickens.

"What's going on?"

Standing on tiptoe, Stephen glanced around, trying to figure out the commotion. It didn't take long for him to catch a name—"Shadow."

Having spent some time in this world, Stephen naturally knew about the organization. Shadow was the largest criminal syndicate in the Johto region, allegedly on par with Kanto's infamous Team Rocket. Their activities mirrored those of Team Rocket: stealing possessions, capturing Pokémon en masse through violent means, and even conducting unethical experiments on them.

If there was a difference between the two groups, it lay in their methods:

Team Rocket employed direct, brute-force tactics.

Shadow, on the other hand, preferred stealth and subtlety—"sneak into the village, and don't shoot unless necessary." They meticulously planned before making any move.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the station's public address system:

"Attention, everyone! Look this way! Over here, over here!"

The voice was unexpectedly female, carrying a coquettish tone that reminded Stephen of a certain actress from his past life.

"I am Elena, chief scientist of Shadow!"

Her saccharine tone continued, "The entire train station is now under our control. If you all value your lives, please hand over your Pokémon and any valuables. We don't want to hurt you—pretty please~"

At the same time, a group of individuals emerged from the train cars. Shedding their disguises, they revealed white uniforms that resembled something out of Kamen Rider.

"I see—they hid among the passengers," Stephen muttered.

"And to take over the station so easily, they must have planted insiders among the staff."

He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony: despite being named Shadow, their uniforms were glaringly white—a testament, perhaps, to their leader's questionable aesthetic sense.

The Shadow operatives began pulling out bags, approaching the petrified passengers and silently demanding their belongings—wallets, Poké Balls, and anything else of value.

"This is ridiculous! I won't hand over my Plusle!"

A tearful boy, no older than eight or nine, clutched his Plusle tightly in defiance. His words sparked a chain reaction among the passengers:

"Exactly! Our Pokémon are family—we can't give them up to criminals!"

 "Everyone, don't give in!"

For Pokémon Trainers, their bonds with their Pokémon ran deep. The creatures were not just battle partners but cherished family members. Even those with weaker connections to their Pokémon understood that losing them meant losing their primary means of self-defense.

However, Elena's voice chimed in again through the speakers, light and playful as ever:

"Ara, Ara ~ Do you think we'd launch such a major operation without being fully prepared? Unlike those Team Rocket brutes, Shadow always plans thoroughly~"

The moment she finished speaking, an eerie purple mist began to waft through the station. It seeped in from the drainage vents, surrounding the area. The operatives, meanwhile, donned gas masks with practiced ease.

"Poison gas!?"

 "What the hell!? Are these people insane?"

A young trainer, who had come to Goldenrod to challenge the Gym, stood frozen in horror. As a Johto native, he had heard of Shadow's infamy but never imagined their methods would be this ruthless. Over a thousand lives are in jeopardy, just like that.

In less than thirty seconds, passengers with weaker constitutions were already feeling the effects of the gas. Faced with an approaching Shadow operative holding an open bag, many reluctantly gave in, tearfully throwing in their wallets and Poké Balls.

In the station's control room, a pink-haired woman in her early twenties leaned back, her long legs propped up on the desk. Smiling gleefully, she said:

"Amazing~ A perfect success~"

This was Elena, a high-ranking officer of Shadow and an S-class fugitive wanted by the Pokémon League.

"Uh… Sister, the Goldenrod Gym Leader, Howard, and Officer Jenny's police squad have arrived at the station," a subordinate informed her cautiously.

Without missing a beat, Elena smacked him on the back.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Napus? Use my title when we're working!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Napus whimpered, nursing his bruised back.

"So, uh, Elena-sama, what should we do about the Gym Leader and the police outside?"

"Howard? Isn't he that sixty-something old geezer? His skills are subpar at best. You handle him, little brother."

Napus internally sighed but complied, knowing better than to argue with his terrifying older sister. As he left, he muttered, "You just told me to use titles—why are you calling me little brother again?"

Back in the station, Elena's voice rang out once more:

"To our cooperative friends who've handed over their belongings, feel free to leave. You're free to go~"

The announcement lit a fire under the remaining passengers. Some hastily relinquished their possessions, prioritizing their lives over pride or bonds. After all, not everyone could be Ash Ketchum.

"Damn it… What should I do?"

The young trainer gritted his teeth as the Shadow operatives approached. He couldn't bear the thought of giving up his Swablu and other Pokémon.

But could he fight his way out of this?

Just as despair began to take hold, a calm voice nearby broke through the tension:

"Ah, I see. No matter which world you're in, train stations and airports are always the busiest hubs. Striking here maximizes resources gained, and with an escape route immediately at hand—quite clever of this Elena woman."

The young trainer turned, baffled, to see a young man analyzing the situation with a relaxed demeanor.

"…Who the hell is this weirdo?"