Zaire felt the headache pounding between his temples again—the kind that made the world pulse in and out of focus like a shitty strobe light at a rave nobody wanted to attend.
Coming to terms with this world's Pokémon structure had been bad enough. Actually understanding it? That was another circle of hell entirely.
Like a shitty Chinese cultivation fanfic.
He'd never finished reading those translated "Pokémon cultivation" fanfics anyway. They were all cringe—full of self-righteous MCs who screamed "no free lunch!" and "the weak deserve to die!" like broken NPCs stuck on repeat. Hypocritical, no-bitches-having, edgy twelve-year-olds trapped in grown men's bodies who preached about strength while face-slapping everyone weaker than them, then turned around and cried about fairness when someone stronger showed up.
Fucking hypocrites.
Seriously, did men in those stories even want to get laid? Every female character was either a jade beauty who existed to worship the MC's dick, or a scheming bitch who needed to be "put in her place." No real challenges. No actual character development. Just empty bravado and power fantasy dressed up as philosophy, wrapped in ten thousand chapters of the same repetitive bullshit.
Zaire wasn't a fan.
But maybe he should've paid more attention, because right now, he was living in one of those worlds—spirit roots, cultivation manuals, and qi-infused berries that could probably give you cancer if you brewed them wrong.
And yet… here he was. Living inside one of those same clichés he used to roast in the comments section.
Guess that's karma, you fuckin' bitch. Should've shut my mouth instead of flaming authors at 2 AM.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
Ragged breathing echoed through the clearing as Zaire and his Tepig ran with everything they had.
Hilbert stood quietly off to the side, watching without a word of encouragement or engagement. The stoic trainer had been observing his future brother-in-law (Hilbert hoped Hilda would marry Zaire instead of their mother taking him as a lover—he was perfectly fine with Mom becoming a mistress, but the family dynamics would be way less awkward the other way) for the past hour as Zaire did nothing but cardio.
Normally that wouldn't be worth watching. Every trainer worth their salt could run a marathon. When sex was one of the major factors in your region's culture, it tended to give people massive amounts of stamina. Unova didn't fuck around—literally or figuratively.
But even so, most trainers wouldn't wear clothing that weighed 390 kilograms with a restriction mesh underneath, while having their Pokémon wear full Power equipment sets.
Hilbert had no idea how Zaire had afforded it. The gear looked custom-made, precision-crafted, and expensive as hell.
Hilbert's smirk deepened.
It's looking promising…
[xXx]
Active Quests:
Catch a Pokémon: Battle and capture your first Pokémon.
- Reward: 2500 System Points, Random Evolution Stone, Random Permanent TM.
Learner: Teach Tepig Slack Off [X]
- Reward: 1500 System Points, Random Permanent TM.
Defeat the Striaton City Gym Leader: Win the Trio Badge.
- Reward: 500,000 System Points, Fire Stone, Heat Rock, 100x Fire Gems, Fire Incense, Fire Plate, 100x Fire Terra Shard, Permanent Flamethrower TM
Water Stone, Damp Rock, 100x Water Gems, Water Incense, Water Plate, 100x Water Terra Shard, Permanent Brine TM
Grass Stone, Moss Rock, 100x Grass Gems, Grass Incense, Grass Plate, 100x Grass Terra Shard, Permanent Giga Drain TM
Rivals for Life: Battle and defeat Nemona Vidas for the very first time.
- Reward: 10,000 System Points, Pokémon Egg
Rivals for Life: Battle and defeat Carmine Williams for the very first time.
- Reward: 10,000 System Points, Pokémon Egg
Catch a Shiny: Capture a shiny Pokémon.
- Reward: 25,000 System Points, Ability Patch
Win the Vertress League: Battle and Win the Annual Pokémon League Tournament.
- Reward: 1,000,000 System Points, Platinum Pill, Shiny Patch, Ability Patch
Daily Quests:
'....'
Sorry Zaire.exe has stopped working but they do still retain the information before him.
[Mall]:
Hold Items:
- Normal Move (Low)| 500 System Points
- Normal Move (Mid) | 1,000 System Points
- Normal Move (High) | 25,000 System Points
TMs:
- One Use Random TM | 10,000 System Points
- One Permanent Random TM | 50,000 System Points
- One Use Select TM | 40,000 System Points
- One Permanent Select TM | 150,000 System Points
Mega Stones:
- Key Stone | 5,000,000 System Points
- Charizardite X | 2,500,000 System Points
- Charizardite Y | 2,500,000 System Points
Z Crystals:
- Sparkling Stone | 100,000 System Points
- Firium Z | 50,000 System Points
- Waterium Z | 50,000 System Points
- Grassium Z | 50,000 System Points
Dynamax:
- Wishing Star | 100,000 System Points
- Max Soup | 50,000 System Points
- Dynamax Candy | 50 System Points
'The gods are evil fuckin' bastards!' Zaire thought to himself.
The System didn't show costs beyond the basics—probably because it didn't want to scare him. Or more accurately, piss him off enough to rage-quit existence.
What the System didn't say was that a Pokémon's physiology mattered. A lot. Species, genetics, diet, training regimen, energy affinity—all of it factored into whether an upgrade would succeed or fail.
Zaire was pretty sure whoever made the System was a sadistic South Korean R.O.B., because he'd failed an upgrade attempt once, and for about two seconds before the crash, he'd seen percentage numbers.
Very. Low. Percentage numbers.
The memory still made him twitch: the first time he'd tried to upgrade Tepig's Ember. The bar filled up—10%, 20%, 50%, 98%… and then crashed. The move reverted. The points vanished. And the System had the gall to display a cheerful message:
[Better luck next time! ♡]
That was the day Zaire realized even gods could be trolls.
So tilted.
All those points, wasted. Who the fuck asked for a stupid MMO-style RNG upgrade system with way too many unnecessary rules and features? This wasn't Lost Ark. This wasn't Black Desert Online. This was supposed to be Pokémon, goddammit.
But life goes on.
The sky had started to fade into a muted red—the kind of twilight glow that made the air heavy and still. Zaire sat down on a half-buried log, peeled off his weighted gloves, and flexed his aching fingers. Steam rolled off his arms like he'd been boiled alive.
Tepig collapsed beside him, tongue lolling out, breathing in wet, desperate gasps. The little fire pig looked like she was one Ember away from fainting, but her eyes still had that stubborn, feral gleam.
Halfway through the training regimen, Hilbert had asked for recommendations based on Tepig's progress.
Zaire had just grunted and told him to fuck off.
Hilbert had smiled.
[xXx]
A month flew by as Zaire immersed himself in researching the Pokémon Trainer profession, all while fending off Hilda's advances.
The reincarnated teen had severely underestimated how dangerous a girl in short-shorts could be for his third leg. The only reason he wasn't constantly harassed was because he'd told Hilda he was also becoming a Breeder and needed to study.
The short, busty brunette had bought it.
Thank fuck.
Zaire quickly learned that becoming a Pokémon Breeder was way more challenging than he'd initially thought. To legally sell Pokémon Eggs, he needed to obtain a Breeder's License, which required passing a qualification test.
The test itself cost one million Pokédollars.
The FUCK?!
When he'd read that, Zaire had been ready to just let Hilda have her way with him and become a kept man. Fuck dignity. Fuck pride. A warm bed and three meals a day sounded pretty good compared to this bullshit.
But then he'd remembered he had some self-respect left.
Barely.
Luckily, he had other ventures to turn to besides being a Trainer or Breeder: the fields of Alchemy and Pharmacy.
Unlike Pokémon Breeders, you didn't need a license for alchemy because it was easy to tell if a potion was good when you sold it. If you were shit at your job, people just didn't buy from you. Natural selection, capitalism-style.
If he got good at it, he could make a ton of Pokédollars.
If it were that easy, everyone would be doing it.
Turns out, when animals possess the power of gods and control the weather, they don't appreciate pollution or the Industrial Revolution. Legendary Pokémon—being the dicks they are—had started destroying humanity's factories, weapon plants, and manufacturing centers a century ago.
So yeah, anything made in a huge factory was a no-go. Nearly brought humanity back to the Dark Ages.
This whole situation had made it so some industries were way ahead while others were stuck in the past. Pokémon tech was booming—Pokéballs, Potions, TMs—but everything else lagged behind by decades, sometimes centuries. But hey, at least it had led to some cool new ideas and brought back old-school crafters.
Artisan blacksmiths. Alchemists. Apothecaries.
Medieval shit was back in style.
But Zaire couldn't become an alchemist just yet, because that also needed cash. Startup capital. Equipment. Ingredients.
And he was burning through his money like crazy, all because of the black hole that rivaled Shaggy and Scooby when they ate.
His team. His Pokémon. Hilbert. And his super-hot not-quite-sister-in-law who wouldn't stop trying to fuck him.
Life's a bitch, and then you get isekai'd.
Zaire was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of Morrígan calling out to him.
He'd named his Tepig after the Celtic goddess of war. Seemed fitting for a pig destined to become a giant flaming boar that could suplex mountains.
They were training somewhere along the river with his Fire-type. Out of all the Fire starters, the Tepig line had the most natural resistance toward Water-types in general, but it was still a good idea to build that resistance further through exposure training.
Exposure therapy, Pokémon edition.
Morrígan was fighting against Blue, a Poliwrath who was the boss of this stretch of river.
Hilda had caught one of Blue's offspring and agreed to train the tadpole before sending it off with the kid's new trainer. In the meantime, Zaire had bribed the old Water-type with some high-quality food from the System Mall.
Turns out, even territorial Pokémon could be bought.
Capitalism wins again.
"Morrígan, take that fucker down with Take Down!" Zaire barked.
The Pig Pokémon—or Boar, if you wanted to get technical—zipped toward the old Water-type faster than any professional sprinter could ever dream of moving.
Halfway there, she was surrounded by a thick, white aura of Normal-type energy, and then—BAM!—right into Poliwrath's belly.
Poliwrath made no effort to defend himself, effortlessly absorbing the attack. His spiral belly didn't even ripple.
Morrígan wasn't giving up. Not like yesterday, when she'd collapsed after five minutes.
She backed off and tried again.
Quick Attack this time. Then Tackle. Then Double-Edge.
Rinse and repeat.
Each collision sent shockwaves through her small body. Repeating this maneuver several times caused Morrígan's health status to decline from Perfect to Excellent on Zaire's mental HUD.
The daily quest rewards were mostly spent on ingredients from the Item Mall's Cultivation Culinary section. The Mall's ingredients were top-tier—like a cheat code handed down from some bored deity with nothing better to do.
Morrígan and the others were fed only food made from System Mall ingredients, which greatly boosted their overall stats.
Morrígan was an omnivore, like regular wild hogs. She could eat almost anything—fruits, vegetables, insects, small rodents. Her diet had been supplemented with a high-quality, Keto-based meal plan designed specifically for physical Fighting-types.
A month of training from dusk to dawn, under a Dragon Ball Z-style format, had resulted in remarkable growth and strength.
But Morrígan was still a Tier 1 Pokémon.
So she was getting her ass beat.
But this ass-kicking was the learning method.
Zaire documented Morrígan's moves in his notebook, scribbling furiously between bouts. After looking into Pokémon moves more deeply, he'd realized he clearly hadn't watched the anime enough as a kid.
Apparently, how effective a move was depended heavily on which Pokémon was using it. You had to consider a bunch of variables.
First: Pokémon species. Each species was inherently unique, with distinct variations in their physical composition.
Hilda's and Zaire's Pokémon were all about brawn. They used their limbs, hooves, claws, and fangs to win battles. Physical attackers through and through.
Hilbert's Oshawott was also different style of brawn, he did it with weapons—turning his scalchop into swords, daggers, and other sharp implements.
Zaire had seen that otter behead a Flying-type Pokémon mid-flight.
To those fanfic writers who say Pokémon aren't just animals with powers: Well, fuck you. They absolutely are, because that otter is a sick little motherfucker.
He is 90% sure some of the female water-types are sex slaves towards that otter.
Second: Energy usage. Pokémon derived their power from the energy that permeated the world. Initially, this energy existed in a neutral state known as Normal-type, but it could be transformed into various types—Water, Fire, Electric, Psychic—each with distinct properties.
The interaction between these energy types resulted in a wide range of outcomes. Certain types had strengths or weaknesses against others, while some remained neutral.
As Pokémon continued to use this energy, their bodies evolved over time and developed affinities. This allowed them to more effectively harness their advantages. Their bodies developed increased resistance against specific types while becoming weaker to others.
Battles between Pokémon were complex as hell, and there were a lot of factors to consider.
Third: Move execution. All moves—whether Special or Physical—required energy. But how that energy manifested was different.
Take Quick Attack, for example.
When Morrígan used Quick Attack, a small veil of Normal-type energy generated around her body before she struck the target. This veil helped protect her from damage during the collision, but its effectiveness depended entirely on her skill in manifesting and maintaining that energy.
Right now, Morrígan was still in the early stages of mastering this skill, so she still took damage when she clashed with Poliwrath. Her energy veil was thin, unstable, flickering like a bad lightbulb.
Another factor: Poliwrath had much higher Defense than Morrígan. When an unstoppable force met an immovable object, the unstoppable force usually got fucked up.
Physics is a bitch.
Physical moves like Quick Attack, Tackle, and Take Down involved the user's body directly colliding with the target. The energy veil reduced recoil damage and added impact force, but if your Defense stat was shit, you were going to feel it.
Special moves, on the other hand, were projectiles or manifestations of elemental energy that didn't require direct contact. Ember, for example, created a ball of Fire-type energy that Morrígan could launch at a distance. No recoil damage, but it required precise energy control and consumed more stamina.
Morrígan was better at Physical moves right now because her Special Attack stat was garbage. Tepig line Pokémon were naturally inclined toward physical combat anyway—they were boars, for fuck's sake. They wanted to headbutt things until they stopped moving.
But Zaire was making her practice ranged attacks anyway, because type coverage mattered, and he wasn't going to let her become a one-trick pony.
Or one-trick pig, in this case.
"Again!" Zaire shouted. "Double-Edge this time! Put your whole ass into it!"
Morrígan snorted, pawed the ground, and charged.
This time, the Normal-type energy around her body flared brighter, more stable. She'd been getting better at maintaining the veil with each repetition.
CRACK!
The impact echoed across the river. Poliwrath actually slid back a few inches this time.
Morrígan collapsed onto her side, panting hard. Her health status dropped to Good.
But Poliwrath gave her an approving nod.
Progress.
Zaire grinned despite himself.
"Not bad, Morrígan. Not bad at all."
[xXx]
That night, Zaire sat by the campfire, flipping through his notebook while Morrígan snored beside him. Hilbert had gone off to do whatever stoic trainers did in their spare time—probably brood dramatically on a cliff somewhere.
Hilda had tried to "accidentally" crawl into his sleeping bag earlier, but Zaire had deflected by claiming he needed to study type matchups for the Striaton Gym.
She'd pouted but backed off.
For now.
Zaire stared at the System interface hovering in his vision.
Current System Points: 247
He needed 10,000 just for a random one-use TM. 50,000 for a permanent one. And don't even get him started on Mega Stones or Z-Crystals.
The grind was real.
But he had a plan.
Step one: Keep training Morrígan until she evolved into Pignite. That would boost her stats significantly and unlock new moves.
Step two: Catch a second Pokémon to complete that quest. Preferably something with type coverage—maybe a Water-type or a Ground-type to handle his Fire weakness.
Step three: Scrape together enough cash to start his alchemy side hustle. Potions, status healers, stat boosters—there was a market for all of it, and the profit margins were insane if you knew what you were doing.
Step four: Crush the Striaton Gym and collect that fat 500,000 System Point reward. That would be his breakthrough moment.
Step five: Survive Hilda's increasingly aggressive advances without becoming a kept man.
Okay, step five might be the hardest one.
Zaire closed the notebook and lay back, staring up at the stars.
This world was bullshit. The System was bullshit. The costs were bullshit. The RNG was bullshit.
But he was going to make it work.
Because fuck karma.
Fuck the gods.
And fuck every smug cultivation protagonist who ever said "no free lunch."
Zaire was going to grind, optimize, and min-max his way to the top, even if it killed him.
Again.
"Alright, Morrígan," he muttered. "Tomorrow, we go harder."
The Tepig snorted in her sleep.
Zaire smirked.
Yeah. We're gonna make it.
"Zaire. Found some white virgins that needs a good dickin!" Zaire's eye twitched.
He didn't even open his eyes. "Hilda, I swear to every god that doesn't exist, if you finish that sentence, I'm feeding you to Poliwrath."
Hilda's answer was a loud, unfiltered laugh that echoed across the campsite.
"You say that every time, and you never do it!" She plopped down beside him, her bare legs crossed, completely unbothered by the threat. "Besides, you love me."
"I tolerate you," Zaire muttered, finally cracking one eye open to glare at her. "There's a difference."
"Tomato, tomahto." Hilda grinned, that infuriating, mischievous expression that had gotten her into—and out of—trouble her entire life. "I need your dick in me."
"Hilda—"
"Now."
Zaire groaned. He tried to roll away, but Hilda was faster. She grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so small, and pulled him back down.
"Come on," she purred. "Just once more. Also, my friends."
Zaire's brain short-circuited. "What friends?"
As if on cue, five figures emerged from the treeline—trainers, all of them, ranging from nervous to eager. A tall redhead with freckles and a Pokéball belt. A shorter blonde with glasses and a backpack covered in contest ribbons. A dark-haired girl in hiking gear who looked like she'd just finished a mountain climb. A curvy brunette in a sundress who was definitely not dressed for camping. And finally, a lean girl with purple hair and a smirk that rivaled Hilda's.
Zaire stared.
"Hilda. What the fuck—"
"Relax!" Hilda waved dismissively. "They're cool. I told them all about you."
"You what?"
But Zaire was too busy processing the nightmare unfolding before him to notice Hilbert emerging from the shadows like a goddamn cryptid. The stoic trainer moved with clinical precision, slipping past the group of girls and rifling through their bags with the efficiency of a seasoned operative.
"Zaire's Harem — Breeding Program Documentation"
Hillary Ford
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 19, 1969
Age: 54
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 152 lbs
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 120/60/115
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Occupation: Baker
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Hilbert Ford (Son, 18) | Hilda Ford (Daughter, 18) | Rena Adler (Sister) | Rosa Adler (Niece, 18)
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Mother
Professor Aurea Juniper
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 8, 1986
Age: 37
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 56 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 96/71/96
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Occupation: Regional Professor / Pokémon Researcher
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Cedric Juniper (Father)
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Hot Burnette
Bianca Whitley
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: September 22, 2006
Age: 17
Height: 163 cm
Weight: 53 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 86/64/91
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Occupation: Trainer / Professor's Assistant
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Bianca's Father (Name Unknown)
Status: Secondary Resident — Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Childhood friend. Ditzy blonde with huge rack.
Rosa Adler
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 12, 2006
Age: 18
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 58 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 91/71/96
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Trainer | Model
Hometown: Nuvema Town (Aspertia City origin)
Relatives: Rena Adler (Mother) | Hillary Ford (Aunt) | Hilda Ford (Cousin, 18) | Hilbert Ford (Cousin, 18)
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Cousin.
Fennel Amanita
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: January 15, 1988
Age: 36
Height: 168 cm
Weight: 51 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 78/58/81
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Purple
Occupation: Dream Researcher / Lab Assistant
Hometown: Striaton City (Currently Nuvema Town)
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Dream researcher with petite frame and flat-chested.
Cecilia Vance
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: August 7, 1992
Age: 31
Height: 157 cm
Weight: 62 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 105/66/98
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red
Occupation: Lab Technician
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Lab technician with extremely busty proportions for her height.
Marina Delacroix
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: May 22, 2000
Age: 23
Height: 171 cm
Weight: 59 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 89/63/91
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light Blue
Occupation: Pokémon Breeder Intern
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Pokémon Breeder
Yuki Tanaka
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 3, 2004
Age: 19
Height: 152 cm
Weight: 45 kg
Nationality: Unova (Kantonian descent)
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 76/56/79
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Student / Part-time Café Worker
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: She learned to love the cock... Took a few hours for her to fall. Shame about the boyfriend.
Veronica Steele
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: February 14, 1995
Age: 29
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 68 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 99/69/101
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Gym Trainer (Striaton City, visiting)
Hometown: Striaton City (Currently Nuvema Town)
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Says will bring her family with her.
Lily Meadows
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: June 30, 2005
Age: 18
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 81/61/84
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Occupation: Florist
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Super freak
Samantha Cross Joy
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: October 12, 1998
Age: 25
Height: 166 cm
Weight: 64 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 94/71/96
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Occupation: Nurse (Pokémon Center)
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Pokémon Center nurse with curvy build. Joy clan member.
Isabelle Hart
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 8, 2001
Age: 22
Height: 169 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 86/64/89
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Auburn
Occupation: Librarian
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes: Town librarian with slender build and high intelligence.
Natasha Volkov
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 1, 1993
Age: 30
Height: 174 cm
Weight: 70 kg
Nationality: Unova (Unovan-Russian heritage)
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 102/73/104
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Occupation: Personal Trainer
Hometown: Castelia City (Currently Nuvema Town)
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Pregnant
Hilbert's Notes:
Hilda Ford
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: June 14, 2006
Age: 18
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 128 lbs
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 95/57/93
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Occupation: Trainer
Hometown: Nuvema Town
Relatives: Hillary Ford (Mother, 54) | Hilbert Ford (Twin Brother, 18)
Status: Active
Hilbert's Notes: - Twin sister. She's currently recruiting girls into Zaire's harem, much to his chagrin. The only reason she's not pregnant is because of some very strong birth control pills.
Recent Recruits (Tonight's Arrivals)
Madison Brooks
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 3, 2003
Age: 20
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 142 lbs
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 83/57/84
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Occupation: Trainer
Hometown: Castelia City
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Fresh Recruit
Hilbert's Notes:
Sophie Turner
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 18, 2006
Age: 17
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 118 lbs
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 75/52/73
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Occupation: Coordinator
Hometown: Nimbasa City
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Fresh Recruit
Hilbert's Notes:
Amber Collins
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: February 9, 2002
Age: 22
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 135 lbs
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 96/63/94
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Trainer
Hometown: Mistralton City
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Fresh Recruit
Hilbert's Notes: "
Riley Bennett
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: May 25, 2004
Age: 19
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 152 lbs
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 86/57/88
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown
Occupation: Trainer
Hometown: Undella Town
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Fresh Recruit
Hilbert's Notes:
Natalie Graham
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Birthday: January 30, 2001
Age: 23
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Nationality: Unova
Pronouns: She/Her
Measurements: 93/66/98
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Purple
Occupation: Trainer
Hometown: Opelucid City
Relatives: Unknown
Status: Fresh Recruit
Hilbert's Notes:
Hilbert adjusted his noise-canceling headphones, snapped one final picture of the five new arrivals huddled around Zaire, and filed it under "Pending Documentation."
He didn't even look up as Hilda dragged Zaire into the tent.
This is fine, Hilbert thought, scrolling through his meticulously organized database. Everything is proceeding as planned.