Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice

Inside the storage room of Ritsuki's home stood a massive iron cage.

Within it were Pokémon such as Houndour, Ursaring, and Murkrow, all of whom had been defeated miserably by Aldus outside the city. Each was confined behind the iron bars.

Though their condition wasn't as pitiful as that of the Altaria and Slowpoke, who had suffered abuse in the Illusion Forest, the Pokémon here were still lifeless, collapsed on the ground. It seemed they had been tranquilized.

All the Pokémon wore restraints, but only one had a muzzle tightly secured over its mouth—a young Houndour, the offspring of those crushed to death by a fallen column.

Rihua bit her lip, approached the Houndour, and crouched in front of the cage, whispering,

"Don't worry. My father said he would hand you over to Mr. Caishen, who will help you find suitable owners..."

Before she could finish, the Houndour, which had been lying motionless, suddenly opened its eyes, startling her.

Before Rihua could react further, the Houndour thrust its paw through the gaps in the iron bars, swiping fiercely at her arm.

Had its claws not been restrained, there was no doubt it would have severed her entire arm.

"Mmph—!"

With its mouth muzzled, the Houndour couldn't fully growl, but its blazing eyes bore into Rihua with hatred.