Pokemon Adventure: New Adventure

The Viridian City Library was quiet, the air filled with the scent of old paper and polished wood.

Zen sat at a large wooden table, his small fingers flipping through the pages of a thick book. The librarian, an elderly woman with round glasses, had recommended it to him after he'd asked about poisonous plants.

"A curious topic for a young boy," she had said, raising an eyebrow.

Zen had only smiled and thanked her.

Now, he was deeply focused on the words in front of him.

The book divided poisonous plants into three categories:

• Regular – Mild poisons with minor effects.

• Irregular – Dangerous poisons that could kill a normal human.

• Fatal – Poisons so deadly that even the slightest dose could mean instant death.

Zen's fingers traced the words carefully.

"The mushroom that Weedle ate before… It was Irregular stage poison…"

He swallowed hard. That meant if he had eaten it, he would have probably died on the spot.

Zen shivered. "I really need to be careful with this…"

For now, he focused on Regular stage plants. They were the safest to experiment with—and hopefully, they could still make Weedle stronger.

The book listed three poisonous plants that could be found in Viridian Forest.

But Zen had a problem.

He couldn't go into the forest.

Miss Clara would beat him ass if she caught him sneaking off.

So for now, he had one option, find Regular poisonous plants inside the city.

There had to be at least one or two, right?

Zen closed the book, returned it to the librarian with a polite thank you, and exited the library.

As soon as he stepped outside, Zen released Weedle from his Pokéball.

The little bug wiggled excitedly before jumping onto Zen's shoulder, rubbing his small face against Zen's cheek.

Zen laughed. "Alright, alright, let's go."

He handed Weedle a small, smooth stone. "Here, bite this while we walk."

Weedle happily took the stone, chewing on it as Zen set off through the city.

Zen wandered through parks, alleyways, and abandoned lots for hours.

Nothing.

He checked near fences, under trees, even around the Pokémon Center's garden.

Still, nothing.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the streets.

Zen sighed, his legs aching.

"We found nothing," he muttered.

Weedle, still biting the stone, wiggled on his shoulder. His mouth dripped with saliva, and Zen absently wiped it off.

Just as he was about to give up, something caught his eye.

A small plant, half-hidden by thick bushes.

Zen's heart leapt.

He rushed forward and carefully pushed aside the leaves.

There it was, a bright red plant.

It was beautiful, its petals shaped like flames.

Zen quickly checked his notes from the book.

This was a Regular poisonous plant.

Its side effect?

• If consumed, it would cause the body temperature to rise for about an hour.

• If given to a Fire-type Pokémon, it could boost their firepower by up to 10%.

It wasn't deadly, but it did something.

That was enough for Zen.

Zen knelt beside the plant and looked at Weedle.

"You ready?" he asked.

Weedle spit out the rock, wiggling excitedly.

Zen plucked a small piece of the plant and fed it to him.

They waited.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Nothing.

Weedle tilted his head.

Zen awkwardly smiled.

"Well, that was disappointing."

Weedle blinked.

Zen sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Guess it doesn't do anything to you…"

Trying to hide his embarrassment, Zen suddenly grinned.

"Alright, new plan! Whoever reaches the orphanage first gets the pillow!"

Before Weedle could react, Zen quickly grab thw plant and took off running.

Weedle chirped in surprise before chasing after him, his tiny legs moving as fast as they could.

Zen didn't run too fast, just enough for Weedle to catch up and jump back onto his shoulder.

Then, with Weedle clinging tightly, Zen sprinted back to the orphanage, laughing the whole way.

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Zen lay on his small bed, staring at the ceiling of his room.

The dim light from the orphanage hallway slipped through the cracks of his door, casting faint shadows on the walls.

In his hands, he toyed with the small red poisonous plant he had found earlier.

On his chest, Weedle rested, still softly biting the smooth stone Zen had given him earlier. His tiny jaws clamped down rhythmically, as if he were chewing gum.

Zen watched him for a moment, then looked back at the plant.

"Maybe… I need to try something different."

Zen sat up, gently moving Weedle to his pillow.

The little bug wiggled in annoyance but didn't protest much.

Zen pulled out an old wooden bowl he had borrowed from the orphanage kitchen and dropped the red plant inside.

Crush it first?

He took a small stone and began grinding the plant, turning it into a fine, red powder.

Once satisfied, he grabbed a small cup of water and carefully mixed the powder in. The water turned a deep reddish hue, looking almost like fruit juice.

"Alright… let's see if this works."

Zen placed the cup in front of Weedle.

"Weedle, drink this."

Weedle sniffed the liquid, tilted his head, then took a sip.

And another.

And another.

Within seconds, the cup was empty.

Zen waited.

Weedle blinked at him.

Then let out a small burp and went back to biting the stone.

Zen sighed.

"Well, that was anticlimactic."

Deciding it was a failed experiment, Zen yawned and lay back down.

Weedle curled up beside him, still chewing his stone as Zen closed his eyes.

Nothing had happened.

Everything was normal.

And so, they fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to Zen and Weedle, something had happened.

The poison from the plant had already begun to affect Weedle's body.

Not his strength.

Not his speed.

But his Poison Sting.

The small venom inside his tiny stinger had mutated, changing into something new.

But neither of them knew it yet.

For now, they simply slept peacefully, unaware of what was to come.

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