Pokémon: The Gaming System

A/N: Hey guys, Please rate this 5-stars, anyway I am here to ask how is the pacing? Slow? Fast? And if you want something different in upcoming chapters, tell me your thoughts in the comment.

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After getting the Thunder Badge, the air in Vermillion City still smelled faintly of ozone and burnt plaster from Lt. Surge's gym. I had just put my colossal Dragonite back into its Master Ball, leaving a gaping hole in the gym's roof and a truly humbled Gym Leader in its wake.

My mission accomplished, I rejoined Ash, Misty, and Brock, who were still standing outside, looking a mixture of stunned and amazed.

"That was... incredible!" Ash stammered, his eyes wide, his voice filled with awe. "Your Dragonite just... punched a hole in the gym! And Raichu didn't even scratch it!"

He was practically vibrating with excitement and disbelief, pointing back at the damaged building.

Misty, for once, was speechless, her jaw slightly agape, her usual quick retort absent.

Brock, however, had a thoughtful, almost calculating look in his almost closed eyes. He seemed to be processing the sheer scale of power he had just witnessed, a silent analytical process happening behind his calm facade.

I just shrugged, a casual gesture, as if destroying a building was a common occurrence for my Pokémon. "He gets bored easily," I explained, a slight smirk playing on my lips.

"Needs a lot of space to stretch his wings, you know?" I winked at them. "Anyway, Vermillion City done. Next stop?" I was eager to keep moving, to keep the narrative flowing, to leave the structural damage behind.

We got going for the next part of our journey. The road out of Vermillion City led us along the coast once more, the salty breeze a welcome change from the city's intensity.

The sun was warm, and the sounds of the ocean were a soothing backdrop to our conversation.

Ash was still buzzing about Dragonite, asking endless questions about its size and strength, trying to wrap his head around what he'd seen.

Misty occasionally chimed in, still amazed, while Brock remained quietly contemplative.

Soon we came to a port. It was a massive, bustling hub of maritime activity. Huge cargo ships, sleek yachts, and towering cruise liners filled the docks, their horns occasionally blaring, creating a symphony of maritime life.

The air was thick with the scent of diesel, salt, and distant cooking from the many seafood stalls. People from all walks of life bustled about, loading and unloading goods, or simply admiring the grand vessels, a constant stream of activity.

But suddenly, two tanned girls came, handing us tickets for the St. Anne. They were impossibly cheerful, with bright smiles and overly enthusiastic greetings, almost unnervingly so.

They wore sailor-style outfits that were a little too pristine, and their skin was suspiciously uniform in its tan, like they'd spent too much time under a sunlamp.

"Welcome, trainers! Would you like free tickets aboard the magnificent St. Anne? A luxurious cruise awaits you, a journey of a lifetime!" one chirped, holding out glossy, inviting tickets.

Yes, for those who don't know, they were Team Rocket in disguise. Their wigs were a little too shiny, their smiles a little too wide, and their voices had that familiar, slightly theatrical cadence that only I seemed to recognize.

Honestly, I'm still not sure how dense these guys can be not to realize they are Team Rocket.

Ash and Misty, of course, were completely fooled, their eyes lighting up at the mention of a free cruise.

Brock, ever the gentleman, just smiled politely, though I wondered if he had his suspicions too which looking at him proves me that I was overthinking about him.

And at the same time, I like that I didn't taken care of them for all good. Their incompetence was a blessing in disguise, a constant source of amusement and, occasionally, free stuff.

If they were truly competent, truly a threat, they'd be a constant headache, a relentless force to be reckoned with. But as it was, they were just a source of free entertainment and, occasionally, free stuff, like these tickets. It was a win-win situation for me.

Look, they were here giving me free super luxurious cruise ship ticket so easily. Who was I to say no to a complimentary, high-end experience on the high seas?

It was a perk of being caught in the anime's gravitational pull, a strange benefit of being part of this absurd narrative. I took the ticket with a polite nod, suppressing a smirk, already anticipating the inevitable chaos.

"A free cruise?" Ash exclaimed, practically snatching the tickets. "Awesome! Let's go!"

Misty, despite her initial skepticism, looked intrigued. "Well, it does sound nice to relax for a bit."

Brock just chuckled. "A good meal and a comfortable bed sound excellent."

Anyway, we got going inside the ship. It was really good. The St. Anne was indeed magnificent. The interior was opulent, with gleaming brass railings polished to a mirror shine, plush carpets that muffled our footsteps, and crystal chandeliers that sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow.

Live music drifted from the grand ballroom, a soft, elegant melody, and the scent of gourmet food filled the air, a tantalizing promise of culinary delights. It was a world away from the dusty roads and humble Pokémon Centers we were used to.

Well, I just went my separate ways, enjoying things here and there.

Ash immediately ran off to explore every nook and cranny of the ship, dragging Pikachu with him, his boundless energy barely contained, even looking for battle.

Misty, after a moment of hesitation, followed, probably to keep an eye on Ash and make sure he didn't get into too much trouble.

Brock, ever the social butterfly, started chatting up some of the other trainers, probably looking for eligible Nurse Joys or just sharing training tips though I am extremely sure he was there going to poorly flirt with them.

I, on the other hand, had my own agenda, a more refined approach to enjoying the cruise.

I wasn't here for social niceties or exploring every deck. I went to the banquet hall to eat. The aroma of freshly prepared food was irresistible, a symphony of scents that drew me in.

Long tables groaned under the weight of elaborate dishes: roasted meats carved by attentive chefs, fresh seafood glistening on ice, exotic fruits piled high in vibrant displays, and decadent desserts that looked like works of art.

It was a feast, a true culinary delight, and I intended to enjoy every bite, every flavor. I found a quiet table in a corner, away from the main bustle, and began to sample the offerings, a plate piled high with delicacies.

But Team Rocket came, taking control of the ship. Just as I was halfway through a particularly delicious pastry, a flaky, fruit-filled concoction, the lights flickered ominously, and a familiar, obnoxious laugh echoed through the hall, amplified by hidden speakers.

Jessie, James, and Meowth, now in their signature uniforms, appeared on a makeshift stage, striking their ridiculous poses. "Prepare for trouble, from the high seas!" Jessie shrieked, her voice grating. "And make it double, we're taking your fees!" James added, with a flourish.

And soon it became a big fight. Trainers, initially confused and annoyed by the interruption, quickly realized what was happening and sent out their Pokémon. The banquet hall erupted into chaos.

Pokémon attacks flew, tables overturned with a crash, sending food scattering, and shouts filled the air. It was a full-blown brawl, a typical Team Rocket disruption, but on a much grander scale than usual, with dozens of trainers fighting back.

I? I was just eating, enjoying the food. Why? Because Giovanni himself has made this plan. This wasn't a random Team Rocket scheme; this was a major operation, orchestrated by their boss, Giovanni, a man I had no desire to cross paths with yet.

My interference, especially with my legendary Pokémon, would draw unwanted attention from the top, and I wasn't ready for that kind of heat.

I just kept my head down, discreetly enjoying my meal, occasionally dodging a stray Thunderbolt or Ember that flew too close to my table, a master of passive observation.

Soon enough, the trainers defeated all the Team Rocket members. As always, the collective power of the good guys, even disorganized and initially caught off guard, was enough to overwhelm the bumbling villains.

Jessie, James, and Meowth were quickly sent packing. The chaos subsided, leaving behind a messy but victorious banquet hall, filled with relieved but exhausted trainers.

But due to the bad weather, the ship started swaying here and there from big waves. Just as everyone was celebrating, a sudden, violent lurch sent many trainers sprawling.

A ferocious storm had rolled in, seemingly out of nowhere, and massive waves began to batter the St. Anne. The elegant chandeliers swung wildly, clanging against each other, and dishes clattered to the floor, shattering.

The ship groaned, groaning under the strain, its mighty frame creaking ominously. The sounds of the storm outside were deafening.

I soon saw people running for lifeboats. Panic erupted, spreading like wildfire through the ship. Trainers and passengers alike rushed towards the emergency exits, pushing and shoving in their desperation, their faces pale with fear.

The ship's alarms blared, a piercing, insistent wail that added to the chaos and confusion. It was a scene of utter pandemonium, a frantic race against time, as the ship began to list heavily.

I also got up to find Ash and his team, only to find I was lost. Well, damn. In the confusion, amidst the screaming crowds and the tilting corridors, I had lost sight of Ash, Misty, and Brock.

The ship's layout, once so grand and easy to navigate, now seemed like a confusing labyrinth, filled with screaming people and tilting corridors that made it impossible to keep my balance. The emergency lighting cast long, distorted shadows.

Anyway, I started checking for them, but I can't find them. I pushed through the panicked crowds, calling out their names, but my voice was lost in the din of the storm and the shouts of the passengers.

The ship was tilting more severely now, making it difficult to keep my balance, sending me sliding into walls. It was clear they had already made their way to the lifeboats, or perhaps were caught in another part of the ship, trapped by the rapidly worsening conditions.

Soon the ship turned around and sank down. The final lurch was violent, sending me sprawling across the wet, tilting floor. The ship groaned one last time, a mournful, metallic shriek, then slowly, majestically, capsized, its grand structure disappearing beneath the churning, frothing waves.

The sound of rushing water filled my ears, a deafening roar, and I was plunged into darkness, the last of the emergency lights flickering out.

Well, no problem if I really found myself screwed, I can just use Kyogre. My mind was calm, even in the face of disaster, even as the cold water enveloped me. I had contingencies, ultimate escape plans.

Kyogre, safely tucked away in my inventory, was the ultimate trump card, capable of navigating the deepest oceans, summoning storms, or even just keeping me dry. I wasn't worried about my own survival; I was merely inconvenienced.

Anyway, I know they will go out from the lower side of the now upside-down ship. I remembered this from the anime, the specific plot point where they were trapped and had to make an escape through a hole.

They would eventually be finding a way out through a hole in the hull, a desperate, last-ditch effort. My knowledge of the plot was my guiding light, even in this submerged, disorienting chaos. I just needed to find them.

I quickly went to the kitchen, checking if there was any camera, finding none. The ship was dark and disorienting underwater, but my enhanced senses allowed me to navigate the submerged corridors with surprising ease.

The kitchen was a mess of floating pots and pans, shattered crockery, and submerged ingredients, but my focus was on the surveillance. No cameras meant no witnesses to my little salvage operation.

I took as many food I can into my inventory. Gourmet food, fresh ingredients, exotic spices, fine wines—all safely stored in my pocket dimension, ready for future consumption, impervious to water damage.

It was a small silver lining to this watery disaster, a culinary treasure trove. My inventory was truly a lifesaver, ensuring I'd never go hungry, even if stranded.

Then to get as many valuable I can from the ship. As people left in a hurry, most of the jewelry or PokéDollars were still here, scattered across the floor of the cabins and common areas, glinting in the dim, filtered light.

I quickly swept them into my inventory, a silent, efficient scavenger, moving through the submerged wreckage like a ghost. It was a chaotic salvage operation, but a surprisingly profitable one, a true treasure hunt.

Which I put in it in my inventory and then go my way. My pockets were empty, but my sub-dimension was overflowing with loot, a veritable fortune in digital currency and sparkling gems.

I moved through the submerged ship, following my intuition, knowing the general direction Ash's group would take, guided by the faint sounds of their struggling Pokémon.

Soon at one point, I find them making a hole in the ship to escape with Team Rocket. They were struggling, trapped in a submerged room, trying to break through the hull with their Pokémon's attacks.

Ash, Misty, Brock, and even Jessie, James, and Meowth were working together, a bizarre alliance born of shared peril, their faces pale and desperate in the dim light. Their Pokémon were exhausted, their attacks barely making a dent.

There I also take out Marshtomp as I with Ash's group get out of the ship to the surface.

"Marshtomp, Mud Shot! Aim for that crack!" I commanded, my voice muffled by the water, startling them all.

Marshtomp, a powerful force underwater, quickly widened the hole with a series of rapid, powerful Mud Shots. We all squeezed through, bursting to the surface, gasping for air, gulping in the fresh, salty air.

We got into a raft-like structure. It was a small, flimsy raft, barely large enough for all of us, but it was floating.

We clambered aboard, coughing and sputtering, soaked to the bone, but immensely relieved to be out of the sinking ship and back in the open air. The ocean stretched out around us, vast and unforgiving, but at least we were on the surface.

As we float in the middle of the ocean. The sun beat down, a welcome warmth after the cold water, and the waves gently rocked our makeshift vessel.

The silence was eerie after the chaos of the sinking ship, broken only by the lapping of water against the raft and our own tired breaths. minutes passed, marked only by the slowly shifting sun.

Soon Team Rocket got to the surface, all unconscious with a Magikarp. They floated up, seemingly from nowhere, clinging desperately to a large, Magikarp, their faces pale and green.

They were soaking wet, their hair plastered to their faces, completely out cold, looking utterly pathetic. The Magikarp, surprisingly, was still alive, though looking equally exhausted.

Few minutes later, they got up, sputtering and coughing, completely unaware of how they got there, or how they had survived.

Jessie immediately started yelling at James and Meowth for their latest failure, accusing them of incompetence. Their bickering was a familiar, comforting sound, a return to normalcy in the midst of our strange predicament.

We, while in the middle of the ocean, it was boring here. The vast expanse of blue, the endless horizon—it was beautiful, certainly, but also incredibly monotonous.

There was nothing to do, nowhere to go, just endless water. The novelty of being shipwrecked wore off quickly, replaced by a profound sense of boredom and growing hunger.

So I take out the game I grabbed while in the ship. It was a small, handheld console, a relic from the ship's entertainment lounge, one of the many items I had discreetly slipped into my inventory.

I turned it on, the game was just pressing buttons with a set of same obstacles, a small beacon of digital distraction.

Honestly, I think here games are not that good at all. The graphics were rudimentary, the gameplay simplistic, the controls clunky compared to my system.

It was a stark reminder of the difference between my world and theirs, between my advanced technology and their comparatively primitive entertainment. It felt like playing a game from a bygone era.

At night, everyone was getting hungry while I was taking a mouthful of tasty food. The sun set, casting a fiery glow over the ocean, and the temperature dropped, making the air chilly.

Ash's stomach rumbled loudly, a mournful sound. "Man, I'm starving!" he groaned, clutching his belly. Misty and Brock looked equally famished, their faces drawn with hunger.

I, however, was enjoying a delicious, perfectly cooked steak, pulled from my inventory-just an act of pulling out from bag, still warm and sizzling.

The aroma wafted through the air, making their stomachs rumble even louder, their eyes fixed on my meal. I chewed slowly, savoring each bite, a small, mischievous smile on my face, enjoying their suffering just a little.

Though I did share it after teasing them. Their desperate pleas and hungry looks were too much to resist, even for me.

"Alright, alright," I chuckled, pulling out some energy bars and a few pieces of fruit from my inventory.

"Here. Don't say I never share. It's not steak, but it'll do." They practically pounced on the food, grateful for anything, devouring it in seconds.

After eating, James kicked the Magikarp for being so useless in frustration.

"You useless fish! You didn't help at all! You're just a glorified goldfish!" he yelled, giving the Magikarp a frustrated boot, sending it flopping weakly in the water. The Magikarp, already looking miserable, seemed to sink lower.

As the Magikarp looks like it was drowning in the ocean, and suddenly it evolved into Gyarados. The Magikarp began to glow, its small form expanding rapidly, its scales shimmering.

A column of light erupted from the water, and when it subsided, a massive, furious Gyarados coiled in the ocean, its roar shaking the very air, its eyes blazing with rage.

And soon enough, 4 other Gyarados came, using Dragon Rage? According to Misty, honestly, it looked more like a twister. The newly evolved Gyarados was not alone.

Four more massive Gyarados, equally enraged, emerged from the depths, their eyes glowing red, their forms immense. They unleashed a torrent of destructive energy, creating massive whirlpools and twisters of water that churned the ocean into a furious maelstrom.

"Dragon Rage!" Misty shrieked, clutching Ash, her face pale with fear. I, however, knew better.

"That's a Twister, Misty," I muttered, but my voice was lost in the chaos of the storm and the Gyarados' roars. The waves grew monstrous, threatening to capsize our tiny raft, tossing us around like toys.

Sure enough, we got separated. The sheer force of the Gyarados' attacks tore our flimsy raft apart, splintering it into pieces. We were flung into the churning sky, scattered by the immense waves, tossed about like driftwood.

Ash, Misty, and Brock disappeared into the spray, their shouts lost in the roar of the ocean, their forms swallowed by the raging clouds.

And as I was falling, I took out my Dragonite, who took me into the sky and safely landed me into the island.

A flash of light, and Dragonite materialized beneath me, catching me gently in one of its massive claws. It soared upwards, effortlessly navigating the chaotic waters and the enraged Gyarados, its powerful wings cutting through the storm.

It flew me towards a nearby island, a dark silhouette against the stormy sky, a beacon of safety.

Bad news is that I got lost again. I landed on the island, a small, rocky outcrop covered in dense jungle, its trees swaying violently in the wind.

Dragonite's presence was a comfort, its warmth a shield against the cold, but the familiar faces of Ash's group were gone. I sighed. This was becoming a pattern, a recurring theme in my journey.

Well, if I remember, this was also an amusement park owned by Giovanni, so again a bad idea if I use my strong Pokémon. I recognized the island's distinctive terrain from the anime, its unique big pokemons and the faint outline of structures.

It was a secret base, a front for Giovanni's nefarious activities, a place where he conducted his experiments or maybe just a fund rising program?

I don't know. Using Moltres or Dragonite here would be a massive risk, potentially exposing me to the leader of Team Rocket himself, and I was not ready for that confrontation.

Anyway, I got enough food to live comfortably. My inventory was a lifesaver, a true survival kit. I had plenty of food, water, even a comfortable sleeping bag and a small tent.

I could easily survive here for days, even weeks, waiting for the plot to catch up, for Ash and his group to inevitably stumble upon me. I set up a small, discreet camp, hidden deep within the jungle.

Two days later, I was on the riverside and soon found Team Rocket and Ash's group in the mining cart.

The days on the island were uneventful, spent exploring the jungle, foraging for interesting plants, and occasionally spotting strange, robotic Pokémon patrolling the area.

My patience was rewarded. I found them near a river, engaged in another one of their ridiculous schemes, their voices echoing through the trees.

They were dragging giant robo Pokémon, breaking them as their cable got cut, and they dropped in river, tearing out Zapdos robot as well.

Team Rocket had somehow acquired massive, crude robot versions of legendary Pokémon, which they were using to mine for something. Predictably, their plan went awry.

Ok enough Jokes. The cables snapped, and the robots tumbled into the river with a series of splashes and metallic groans, destroying a Zapdos robot in the process. It was a comical display of incompetence, almost painful to watch.

I just sighed at them. Their incompetence was truly boundless, a constant source of frustration and amusement. They were a constant source of chaos, but always to their own detriment.

It was almost impressive in its consistency, their ability to fail spectacularly. I simply watched from a distance, hidden by the foliage, shaking my head.

Giovanni gonna be really furious to find his amusement park of giant robot pokemons to get some tourism been destroyed like that... The future of James, Jessie and Meowth don't looks promising.

Time skip. A few days later, we were in Porta Vista. After the island adventure, which ended with Team Rocket blasting off (again) and Ash and his group finding their way back to civilization, we somehow all ended up in Porta Vista, a beautiful coastal town.

It was a vibrant, bustling place, with colorful buildings and a lively harbor, a stark contrast to the deserted island.

Missing the boat as well. We had just missed the last ferry to our next destination, a familiar trope in their journey.

Another minor setback, but one that always led to new plot developments, new characters, and new adventures. It was the universe's way of keeping things interesting, forcing them into new situations.

We saw an injured Horsea, which made an art of Tentacool and Tentacruel. A small, injured Horsea was washed ashore, its scales dull, its breathing shallow.

It seemed to be drawing pictures in the water with its ink, depicting angry Tentacool and a giant Tentacruel attacking a city. It was a warning, a premonition of what was to come, a desperate plea for help.

Misty caught the Horsea into Pokeball as soon a nearby boat got blasted. Misty, ever the Water-type enthusiast, immediately rushed to help the them with her water Pokémon.

Just then, a massive blast rocked the harbor. A large boat, docked nearby, exploded in a shower of splinters and fire, sending debris flying. The Tentacool and Tentacruel from Horsea's drawing were clearly responsible, their forms visible in the churning water.

Well, before I can do anything, they already got into saving them. Ash, Misty, and Brock immediately sprang into action, their heroic instincts kicking in.

They rushed to help the injured, to put out the fires. Their selfless courage was always faster than my strategic calculations, always putting others first.

Later, we were invited by their boss, Nastina. She was a wealthy, eccentric woman, the owner of the resort, known for her lavish parties and her short temper.

She invited us to her lavish mansion, thanking us profusely for our help in the harbor. She was clearly distressed by the attack on her property, her face pale with anger. Though not with the injured workers, just the damage to her property.

I denied the offer as the three of them went. I had no interest in lavish parties or mingling with the rich and famous. My mission was still ongoing, and I preferred to keep a low profile, away from the spotlight. I politely declined, citing a need for rest.

I just went to the cafe and eating my breakfast that I missed today while taking the scenery of ocean from there. I found a quiet cafe overlooking the ocean, its tables adorned with checkered tablecloths.

I ordered a hearty breakfast (from my inventory, of course, a perfectly cooked omelet and fresh fruit), and enjoyed the peaceful view. The gentle lapping of waves, the distant cries of birds—it was a moment of calm before the storm, a brief respite.

Soon the announcement was all over the city about getting rid of all Tentacool for the city and get rich with a very generous reward. Nastina, furious about the attack and the damage to her property, had put out a bounty on all Tentacool.

Her voice boomed from loudspeakers placed throughout the city, promising immense wealth to anyone who could eradicate them. It was a short-sighted, dangerous plan, fueled by anger and greed.

Soon enough, I can see in far off that Team Rocket blasting off and suddenly making a very giant Tentacruel. Predictably, Team Rocket, always eager for a quick buck and a chance to prove themselves, tried to get involved in the Tentacool eradication.

Their scheme, as usual, backfired spectacularly. A massive explosion occurred offshore, sending a column of water into the sky, and from the depths, a colossal Tentacruel emerged, glowing ominously, its eyes blazing with fury.

It was almost as big as my Dragonite. Honestly, what did they have in their barrel to do this?

This was no ordinary Tentacruel; it was a behemoth, its tentacles spanning hundreds of feet, its massive body dwarfing the ships in the harbor. Team Rocket's incompetence had once again created a monster, a true force of nature, far beyond their control.

Anyway, soon the cool, calm scenery of oceanic view turned into monster invasion scene by a giant Tentacruel and a large army of Tentacool. The tranquil harbor transformed into a war zone.

The giant Tentacruel began to rampage, its tentacles smashing buildings, tearing apart docks, while an army of smaller Tentacool swarmed the docks, attacking anything in their path, their eyes glowing red or well whatever it was on their head. Panic erupted once more, as people screamed and ran for cover.

From afar, I can see Meowth being taken control by them to announce their demand.

The giant Tentacruel had somehow captured Meowth and was using him as a mouthpiece, forcing him to broadcast its demands for the humans to leave their ocean home, to stop polluting and destroying their habitat.

Though I can't hear them from here, I just walk there, a deliberate, calm pace towards the chaos, a silent observer preparing to intervene.

I also saw Tentacruel even taking out, throwing Nastina far away.

Nastina, foolishly trying to confront the giant Tentacruel, her face red with fury, was swatted away like a fly by a massive tentacle, sent flying through the air. She landed with a splash in the harbor, thankfully unharmed, but thoroughly humiliated, her grand plans in ruins.

I wear a mask to hide my identity so no one knows who I was. Before entering the fray, before making my move, I pulled out a simple, dark mask from my inventory and slipped it on.

My face was obscured, my identity hidden. I was about to intervene, and I needed to maintain my anonymity, to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention to myself or my unique abilities. This was about solving a problem, not seeking fame.

As it seemed all lost, I throw my Master Ball. The giant Tentacruel roared, its tentacles poised to unleash another wave of destruction, its eyes gleaming with destructive intent. The city was in chaos, its defenses crumbling, its people screaming.

This was my cue, the perfect moment for a decisive intervention. The Master Ball flew, a streak of purple and pink against the backdrop of destruction, and engulfed the colossal Tentacruel.

Catching it was well. All the drama for nothing. The giant Tentacruel vanished in a flash of light, its immense form contained within the sphere, its rampage abruptly halted.

The sudden disappearance of the monstrous threat left the Tentacool army bewildered, and the humans stunned into silence, their screams dying in their throats. It had been a grand spectacle, a terrifying invasion, resolved in a single, effortless throw, a perfect, clean capture.

Well, it destroyed most of the city, but it was not my problem. From what I remember, now would go an emotional arc stopping them, so it was the max damage it would have done to the city.

The anime version had a more drawn-out resolution, with Ash and his friends convincing the Tentacruel to stop, but my intervention had cut it short, preventing further emotional drama, though not by much.

Tch, I wanted it to destroy more of the city so the League had to pay to get this city back. My payment from my helpless day.

A small, selfish part of me wished for more destruction, a greater cost to the authorities who seemed so oblivious to the suffering of Pokémon and the environmental damage they caused. It would be a fitting consequence for their short-sightedness and greed. Let them rebuild.

Anyway, now it was the turn of the army of Tentacool. They were still swarming, confused by the sudden disappearance of their leader, but still angry and aggressive, their small forms radiating fury. They looked ready to continue their rampage, their eyes darting around for a new target.

I take out my Big Dragonite and Big Tentacruel. With a flash of light, my colossal Dragonite materialized, its immense form casting a shadow over the docks, its scales shimmering.

Beside it, the newly caught, equally gigantic Tentacruel appeared, its tentacles coiling, its eyes blazing with a fierce intelligence, now loyal to me. The Tentacool army recoiled, intimidated by the sheer size and power of my Pokémon, their anger replaced by caution.

"Listen," I projected my voice with a speaker, making sure it carried to every Tentacool, my voice resonating with authority.

"Your anger is understandable. Your home was threatened. But this is not the way to achieve peace. Violence only begets more violence."

"If you go too far, humans also will go all out. At that time, it won't be this scale at all. There are powers far beyond what you've seen." I gestured to my two colossal Pokémon, a silent, undeniable threat, their forms radiating immense power.

"You've made your statement. You've shown your strength. Now that the one responsible for the bounty is gone, you don't have to worry about your home anymore. Return to the ocean." My voice was firm, but held a hint of reason, a promise of peace if they complied.

Soon, under the intimidation with Dragonite and Tentacruel, they relented and went back. The Tentacool army, faced with two legendary-level giants, slowly began to retreat, their anger replaced by caution and a dawning understanding.

They dispersed back into the ocean, their mission accomplished, their point made, their home now safe from immediate threat.

I take my Pokémon back and go in a dark alley to take out the mask. With the crisis averted, and the Tentacool retreating, I recalled Dragonite and Tentacruel.

I slipped into a nearby alleyway, peeling off the mask, returning to my anonymous self, the hero of the hour vanishing as quickly as they appeared.

As I met with Ash's group, because of my Dragonite, they were the only one who knew it was me who stopped the invasion. They rushed towards me, their faces a mixture of relief and awe, their eyes wide with understanding.

"You! You saved us!" Ash exclaimed, his eyes wide. "That giant Dragonite... it was you, wasn't it?! You were the one who stopped it!"

Misty and Brock looked at me with new eyes, a deep understanding dawning on them. They had seen Dragonite before. My cover was completely blown, at least to them, my secret identity revealed. They now knew the some extent of my power.

Anyway, soon we got into the ship at evening as we left for Maiden Peak. With the crisis over, and the city slowly beginning to recover, we found another boat heading to Maiden Peak, a small, tranquil town known for its legends.

As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the now-calm ocean, we boarded the ship, leaving Porta Vista behind, its damaged docks a stark reminder of the day's events.

The adventure continued, now with a few more secrets revealed, and a few more legends under my belt, and my companions now fully aware of my extraordinary capabilities. The journey was getting more interesting by the minute.