Chapter 4: Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice [4]
Ten minutes later, Stephen held a box of Pikachu cookies in his left hand, fishing out pieces with his right and tossing them into his mouth. Meanwhile, a bag of Psyduck potato chips was tucked under his armpit.
He completely ignored the two teary-eyed, snotty-nosed peers trailing behind him and strode off confidently, his Umbreon in tow.
"Sigh, seriously, how did I forget how to make money while playing games?"
Munching on a cookie, Stephen shook his head and muttered to himself.
That's right—in his past life of Pokemon gaming, wasn't battling the main source of income as a trainer?
Sometimes, you'd even run into wealthy NPCs who'd hand over tens of thousands! Of course, there was a gap between the game and reality; you couldn't exactly rely on those methods to earn a living in this world.
But bullying elementary school kids for their snacks?
That was doable.
Sure, it's a bit unethical... Wait, what's that?
I'm also an elementary school kid?
Oh, never mind, then.