Chapter 3: Let's Look For An Avatar!

Wei didn't do anything but just laze around the house, it's saturday today and Wei didn't had anything to do. After thinking for a few minutes, Wei decided to spread the gospel and legends of the pokemons and he knew what to do.

Wei opened the system interface and looked while scrolling on the system shop. 'System is there anything like a paper that has some kind of legends written on it from the pokemon world?' Wei asked.

[There is a paper named the ancient calligraphy, it's sort of a a blank ancient paper that glows upon being touched, you can write the message yourself]

'That's a good thing how much is it?' Wei asked in happiness with this he can spread the gospel and legends of the pokemon.

[200 dollars] The system said. 'What?, do you know how much my allowance is? it's only 10 dollars a month even though I'm already big' Wei sighed and took his piggy bank and broke it in half using a hammer he couldn't help but cry. Wei gave the money to the system which the system immediately ate the cash and in return gave the Paper.

'I hope that this works' Wei internally cried his 200 dollars is now gone and is replaced by this paper. After writing the whole legend and whatnot, Wei decided to look for a messiah or avatar. Wei had a lot of people on his mind, but he still decided to look for one. Wei strolled around New York and and finally he found the perfect Avatar.

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"Get up wuss!" The bully said hitting William's abdomen he shouted intensely, the pain he felt was too much. 'Why do I have to feel such thing?' William cried tears came out of his eyes.

"Hahaha, dude he's crying hahaha" The bullies laughed at William's suffering, william clenched his hands he wanted to fight back but he does not have any strength, William is a asthmatic and weak child. Due to his appearance they would bully him physically and mentally without even a good reason why.

"Next time you're dead!" The bullies said and laughed, they walked away, William stood up slowly he's face badly bruised he walked New York with he's swollen face, many looked at him but just chose to ignore it. William wasn't angry because he also feels the same way, he hated himself.

William lives alone with his grandmother as his guardian, he lived in manhattan but mostly known as Hell's Kitchen, "I'm Home!" William greeted and kissed his grandmother on the cheek she is already in her 70s and needs assisting. Luckily they have a kind neighbour in the apartment complex, that takes care of William's grandmother when he's out working on his part time job or in school.

William fed her grandmother and tuck her to bed, William rolled around his bed and treated his swollen wounds. William is a kind child even though he's always bullied he never even have a single thought on getting petty revenge.

"Ouch!, they really hit me this hard they could have just be a little softer" William said, suddenly the cold wind came inside his bedroom. "Huh?, why is this open didn't I close it?" William muttered silently, he walked near the window and shut it.

William looked at his bed, a strange paper rolled on his feet, William took it and touched the paper. Suddenly a big flash of light appeared, William slowly opened his eyes the paper was glowing, william instinctively with fear threw it to the wall.

The paper kept on glowing, after a few minutes William held the paper once more and suddenly the golden paper floated in the dim room, it illuminated and opened it's seal, words were written on the paper. William stared at it with confusement, he looked at the paper and read what was written.