(Quick Note: Don't go all grammar police on me and say that makes that book bad. Like, it's a fanfiction. It ain't that serious. Or maybe I'm just overreacting. Probably both. Whatever, let's get this shit piece I call a story on with.)

He really was at the top of the world. He was the Champion of Galar, he had finished the mainland, Isle of Armor, and the Crown Tundra Pokedex, he had all the legendaries, his Pokemon had reached max strength and potential, and everyone looked up to him as a blessing to the world. He would tell himself this was all a dream and that him being this overpowered and unreal was impossible. Yet here he was, crushing more opponents in the Battle Tower (formerly Rose Tower) with his huge variety of Pokemon in his arsenal. Nothing could stop him really.

And that was something he hated. He hated how no one except his rivals, the gym leaders, Leon, and a few other special trainers could contend with him. And even then, a lot of the battles ended with him steamrolling their entire teams with one Pokemon. That was why he had created a large arsenal of strong Pokemon so he could use different ones to make battles more interesting. And yet that didn't stop the boredom from coming back day after day. He wanted to scream like an Exploud. He had not wanted this to happen.

When he had begun his journey, he had just expected to get all 8 gym badges, then lose to Leon, and be content with it. But that is obviously not what happened. He beat some of the strongest trainers in the region with not much effort and he even stopped a few villains while he was at. He didn't like how easy it was to conquer the region.

And he can't exactly move onto another region and conquer that place too. The laws of Galar are ridiculously strict and he can't change them. Once you enter Galar, you can never leave it. Oh how bullshit that was. He was the Champion for christ's sake! Why should he be held back from rules that were created during times where people were married to Pokemon (he always shuddered to that fact) and Galar was run by a corrupt monarchy. Sure, the royals who helped save the region in the past from the Darkest  Day were not corrupt and wanted to make Galar better. But the people that came in line after them were definitely corrupt. They made the dumbest rules and laws and yet, they are still used in the present day. And no one can change it. A curse was put  on the laws so that if they were ever removed, all the Pokemon in the region would go savage and destroy the region permanently. He wished he could time travel back in time and slit their damn throats for ruining the chance for Galar to ever interact with the other regions.

But nothing could be done. He was just gonna have to deal with this tasteless life for the rest of his days. And that sucked because he had researching up the Paldea region recently and he was impressed by it. A far larger economy, ecosystem, larger assortment of new and old Pokemon alike. Definitely a better place to live than shitstain Galar.

Suddenly, he was broken from his thoughts to hear a large explosion and that was the last thing he heard before everything changed.

(So like, how was that piece of shit prologue I made? I probably be out with another chapter in like a billion years. But who cares?!?! There are thousands of better stories than this thing I shat out my ass.)