Charmander
Rank: Novice
Gender: Male
Attribute: Fire
Ability: Blaze (When HP is less than 1/3, the power of Fire-type moves increases by 1.5 times.)
HP: 21
Attack: 31
Sp. Atk: 30
Defense: 25
Sp. Def: 21
Speed: 31
Total: 159 / 186 (85.5% Purple)
Skills: Scratch, Growl, Dragon Rush (Unusable)
"It actually has the Dragon Rush skill. It seems Charmander's father must be a Dragon-type Pokémon." Zhao Feng's face instantly broke into a joyful smile, his eyes filled with excitement and thrill.
According to the detailed explanation provided by the system, Pokémon aptitude is precisely divided into seven grades based on color, with each grade corresponding to a specific percentage range and numerical range. Specifically:
Gold aptitude, corresponding to a percentage range between 90% and 100%, with a numerical range of 167 to 186. This grade represents exceptionally outstanding talent, and Pokémon with this aptitude are extremely rare, truly one in a million.
Purple aptitude, with a percentage range between 75% and 89%, and a numerical range of 140 to 166. Pokémon that reach this grade are also exceptionally gifted, with immense potential for future growth.
Blue aptitude, with a percentage range of 60% to 74%, and a numerical range of 112 to 139. Pokémon with this aptitude have a good foundation for development, and with careful nurturing, can also make a name for themselves in battle.
Green aptitude, with a percentage between 45% and 59%, and a numerical range of 84 to 111. Pokémon of this type have relatively ordinary talent, but are not without potential to be unearthed.
Yellow aptitude, with a percentage range of 30% to 44%, and a numerical range of 56 to 83. Pokémon at this level are slightly inferior in talent, requiring more effort and resources to improve their strength.
White aptitude, with a percentage range between 15% and 29%, and a numerical range of 28 to 55. Pokémon of this type have relatively poor talent, and achieving significant progress is not easy.
Gray aptitude, with a percentage range of 0% to 14%, and a numerical range of 0 to 27. Pokémon of this grade have the lowest talent, and their path to growth is full of challenges.
When Zhao Feng saw that his Charmander had purple aptitude, he couldn't contain his excitement and burst into laughter.
Alliance certification truly produces quality! Alliance Trainers live well! He couldn't help but give the Alliance a thumbs up.
Zhao Feng eagerly began to study the basic Psychic cultivation method provided by the system — Calm Mind.
Although this method couldn't directly awaken Psychic abilities and would take some time to cultivate, which was a bit disappointing for Zhao Feng, at least there was hope of awakening Psychic abilities.
What pleased him most was that cultivating Calm Mind could actually replace sleep.
For him, who was constantly on the run and under high stress, this was undoubtedly a huge blessing.
Not only that, but this Calm Mind method was an excellent tool for keeping watch.
As long as there was any disturbance around him, he would automatically exit the Calm Mind state.
This way, even when resting, he wouldn't have to worry about encountering sudden danger without realizing it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Feng sat cross-legged according to the steps of the Calm Mind method, attempting to enter a meditative state.
Several hours quietly passed. Zhao Feng slowly opened his eyes. Although his body still retained the fatigue from the previous high-intensity exercise, and the muscle soreness had not completely dissipated, his spirit was exceptionally full, as if he had become a new person.
"As expected of a Psychic cultivation method, the effect is too astonishing," Zhao Feng praised silently in his heart.
He possessed two souls, and his mental strength was already far beyond ordinary people. Now that he had encountered the Calm Mind method, he felt that his talent in Psychic abilities was not bad, and his future was promising.
After a brief adjustment, Zhao Feng got up and paced around the room, his gaze falling on the forgotten kitchen knife in the corner of the kitchen.
The blade was covered in rust, clearly having been idle for a long time, but the outline of the edge was still there.
He picked up the kitchen knife and examined it carefully. "This might come in handy."
He found a whetstone, sat on the doorstep, and began to carefully sharpen the kitchen knife.
After taking care of the kitchen knife, Zhao Feng left with his only few dozen yuan and went to a small street-side shop.
He hesitated for a moment in front of the shelves, finally buying a few bottles of ordinary milk.
Looking at the cheap milk in his hand, Zhao Feng was filled with helplessness. "Charmander, we're short on money right now, so you'll have to make do with this for now."
As a Pokémon, Charmander has special nutritional needs, and high-quality Moomoo Milk is the best choice.
But now, with his shallow pockets, he could only settle for second best, hoping that this ordinary milk would temporarily satisfy Charmander's hunger. He resolved to provide Charmander with better things when he had money in the future.
At this moment, Charmander had just been born, and its body was still relatively fragile, completely unable to engage in battle.
Even a Pokémon needs to go through one or two weeks of its novice period. During this critical stage, only with sufficient nutrition can Charmander grow rapidly and smoothly transition to the primary stage.
Although Zhao Feng had never entered the gates of Spirit Academy, he had already mastered those basic Pokémon knowledge through diligent study in the library.
He knew in his heart that knowledge was the most valuable asset, but unfortunately, only some basic knowledge could be found in the library.
Thinking of this, Zhao Feng gently stroked the sleeping Charmander, his eyes full of tenderness and determination.
He carefully placed Charmander into its Poké Ball, put on his simple backpack, picked up the sharpened kitchen knife, and resolutely walked towards the wilderness.
Along the way, he constantly sorted through information about wild resources in his mind, thinking about where there might be suitable peach fruit for Charmander, and which herbs might come in handy.
The outskirts of Sanjiang City were closely connected to the Ouyue Lake nature reserve, and Zhao Feng moved cautiously around the periphery of the nature reserve.
Zhao Feng was preparing to search for resources that could be exchanged for money. Without money, he couldn't buy Poké Balls, and thus it would be impossible to complete the system's task of catching five Pokémon.
Thinking of this, he tightened his backpack and carefully touched the Poké Ball in his embrace again, confirming that Charmander was still sleeping. Zhao Feng moved through the periphery of the Ouyue Lake nature reserve.
After an unknown amount of time, his eyes lit up. Not far ahead, a peach fruit tree swayed gently in the breeze. The round, plump, and alluring peach fruit on its branches shimmered in the sunlight, as if beckoning to him.
But before he could be happy for too long, a flock of Pidgey startled from the treetops, emitting sharp Growls.
These Pidgey clearly considered this peach fruit tree their territory and would never allow others to trespass.
Zhao Feng's heart tightened, but he thought that hesitation would lead to defeat.
He seized the opportunity, and before the Pidgey had fully gathered to Attack, he shot towards the fruit tree like an arrow released from a bowstring.
Seeing this, the Pidgey flapped their wings and swooped down, pecking at Zhao Feng with their sharp beaks.
Zhao Feng dodged left and right, but his arm was still pecked a few times, making him gasp in pain.
But he gritted his teeth, didn't stop, quickly climbed the fruit tree, and continuously waved his hands, picking one peach fruit after another.
However, the Pidgey's Attack became more ferocious, enveloping Zhao Feng.
The branches shook uncontrollably as the Pidgey collided with them. Zhao Feng lost his footing, and several more peck marks appeared on his body, blood seeping out and staining his clothes red.
If this stalemate continued, he would surely be completely overwhelmed by this flock of food-protective Pidgey.
In his panic, Zhao Feng's peripheral vision caught sight of a shimmering pond not far away.
In a life-or-death situation, there was no time to think. He steeled himself, hastily grabbed four peach fruit, and without looking back, leaped from the tree.
The moment he landed, he stumbled, nearly falling, but his survival instinct propelled him to quickly steady himself and sprint towards the pond.
The Pidgey were unwilling to let him go easily, chasing closely behind him. The air currents stirred by their flapping wings sent chills down Zhao Feng's back.
Seeing the pond within reach, Zhao Feng held his breath and plunged into the water. The cold lake water instantly enveloped his body, making him cough, but he endured the discomfort and struggled to swim towards the deeper parts of the pond.
The Pidgey circled above the water, emitting angry and helpless Growls. Although they had wings, they dared not rashly go into the water to pursue.
Zhao Feng held his breath in the water, feeling the air in his lungs diminish, his chest so constricted it felt like it would explode.
But thinking of the menacing Pidgey on the shore, he gritted his teeth and persisted, using both his hands and feet to swim as far away as possible.
After a long time, Zhao Feng really couldn't hold his breath any longer and cautiously poked his head out to breathe.
He vigilantly looked around, found that the Pidgey had dispersed, and then breathed a sigh of relief, dragging his exhausted body slowly towards the shore.
After getting ashore, he collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and got up.
His clothes, soaked by the lake water, clung to his body, and a chill began to spread. However, the stinging pain from the places where the Pidgey had pecked him made him unable to pay attention to these things.
He struggled to sit up, looking at his blood-stained arm and several bleeding wounds on his body, knowing that he had to deal with them quickly.
Zhao Feng's gaze fell on his worn-out clothes. The quality of these clothes was not good to begin with, but at this moment, they became his "savior."
He reached out his hand, pinched the corner of his clothes, and with a little force, heard a "rip" as the fabric tore open.
He followed the opening, gradually applying more force, tearing the clothes into strips of varying widths.
During the process, each exertion pulled at his wounds, making him frown in pain, cold sweat constantly appearing on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, and dripping onto the dusty ground.
But Zhao Feng didn't stop. Soon, he had a stack of suitably long strips of cloth in his hand.
He first picked up one strip and gently wiped the blood from his arm, cleaning the dust and impurities around the wound. Although his movements were light, each touch still made him gasp in pain.
Then, he picked up another strip of cloth and began to carefully bandage the deepest wound on his arm.
He wrapped it around and around, trying to keep his movements steady. With each wrap, he gently pressed with his fingers, ensuring the cloth adhered to the wound to stop the bleeding.
After treating his arm, he struggled to stand up, turned around, and tried to bandage the wounds on his back.
This was significantly more difficult. He could only rely on feel, fumbling to wrap the cloth strips over his shoulder, crossing and tying them behind his back.
Because he couldn't see, his fingers were tangled in the cloth strips several times, and it took a great deal of effort to finally manage to bandage the wounds.
Having escaped the Pidgey's entanglement, Zhao Feng was about to catch his breath when he noticed a Caterpie slowly wiggling in front of him.
A thought flashed through his mind: silk might also fetch money. He picked up a branch and cautiously approached the Caterpie.
The Caterpie sensed the threat, its body instantly tensed, and its head raised high.
Zhao Feng seized the opportunity and gently poked the Caterpie with the branch. Stimulated, the Caterpie "whooshed" and sprayed a stream of white silk. Zhao Feng quickly took out the simple container he carried with him and collected the silk.
However, after being provoked, the Caterpie continuously shot out silk like raindrops. Zhao Feng dodged while seizing opportunities to continue collecting, and the silk in the container gradually increased.
Once the container was full, Zhao Feng, seeing a brief pause in the Caterpie's activity, turned and quickly left.
He carefully put away the peach fruit and silk, calculating in his mind how much money these things could be exchanged for.