As humanity gradually adjusted to its new, Pokémon-filled reality, a different kind of question began to rise—quiet at first, but growing louder with each passing year.
Why were only a handful of people allowed to monopolize the most absurdly valuable natural resource in human history? We're talking about dungeons packed not only with rare Pokémon, but also with materials capable of jumpstarting entire industries, speeding up evolution (biological, not philosophical), and occasionally spitting out rocks that made gravity act drunk.
Enter the corporate lobbying era.
Private corporations, with their keen noses for profit, began raising "concerns". Soon, media campaigns were everywhere. Interviews with economic analysts, influencers with half-baked takes, and dramatic articles all asked the same thing, Was it fair? Headlines like "Dungeon lords or Dictators?" and "Champion Class: The New Aristocracy?" flooded the net. Tik-Tokers in business casuals staged dramatic re-enactments of "what it's like being locked out of the future." It was a mess.
Public pressure skyrocketed. Governments were pushed to "do something," which—true to form—translated to awkward committee meetings, meaningless resolutions, and some deeply confused senators trying to pronounce "Tyranitar."
But the Champions didn't flinch. Instead, they did what they always do adapted. They formed the League.
With support from powerful capitalist backers —many of whom were already invested in dungeon mining, Poké-tech development, or mega-projects using elemental materials—the Champions consolidated. The Champions simply shifted the narrative, that politicians were outdated relics, unfit to govern in a world shaped by living natural disasters. Politicians were declared obsolete—relics of a pre-dungeon world who still thought "foreign policy" could solve problems caused by time-warping holes in space.
After all, who better to protect the people than those who could battle gods?
While smaller governments held conferences about "sovereignty" and "ethical integration of mythical apex predators," larger nations just... folded. The United States, China, and whatever chunk of Russia still existed after the tectonic shuffle were quietly absorbed. No bloodshed. No riots. Just a shifting of power. Ministries became regional League branches. Presidents began answering to High Champions. National armies found themselves slowly supplanted by Gym forces and League Rangers.
Smaller nations tried to resist. Some attempted to nationalize Pokémon ownership altogether, declaring Pokémon to be government property—"lethal bio-weapons that must be controlled."
It backfired. Horribly.
The public—who had come to see Pokémon not as monsters, but as partners, friends, even family—erupted in outrage. Some groups even declared Pokémon to be sacred—divine envoys of natural balance. Shrines went up. Extremists claimed God had chosen this new era to redistribute power to the worthy.
Arceus : I didn't say that
Yes, the same people who'd once begged for nuclear strikes were now lighting incense under floating Chimecho and preaching about "a return to harmony." Hypocrisy? Sure. Especially coming from people who'd cried for nukes when Pokémon first arrived. But humanity's good at pivoting when the new world order comes with adorable dragon types.
But the social tide turned.
The spatial rupture events.
Formation of high-level Dungeons, broken tectonic plates, rearranged landmasses, and reshaped planet itself. The map as we knew it ceased to exist.
Russia split in half. India collided with a migrating fragment of southern Europe. Parts of Africa fused with Arabian coastlines, while North America ballooned outward as dormant dungeon nodes erupted in Montana and Alaska. Island chains vanished or merged. The Earth's surface area increased by nearly 220%.
(A/N: Yes, I'll upload a tentative map soon. No, I'm not explaining how Earth's orbit still makes sense. Assume Rayquaza handled it.Please just accept it and move on.)
Governments couldn't keep up. Borders meant nothing when the land beneath them changed overnight.
That's when the League made their move.
The Leagues didn't just take power—they became power. Nations toppled like Jenga towers in an earthquake.
In countries where dungeon threats went unchecked, Champions stepped in—some as saviors, some as opportunists. Many were the same individuals governments had trained, funded, or idolized only a few years earlier. Now they were kings in everything but title, ruling towers repurposed as League HQs. Democracy didn't die, it just evolved into a tournament bracket. Well atleast these aren't corrupt. Right? (Right?, We can only hope so)
Citing the collapse of old-world politics and infrastructure, the League proposed new city-states "Haven Cities". Massive, fortified settlements built around dungeon nexuses, designed for survival in a world where meteor showers might be caused by angry Deoxys. These cities came with built-in Pokémon-friendly infrastructure like healing centers, Poké-compatible transport, even variable gravity gyms for Machamp training and low-Earth Orbit Battles™. The public welcomed it. They proposed new countries or "Regions" and gave them fancy names.
Chaos was everywhere—League trainers offered stability.
The catch? You lived by League rules. Which meant Pokémon integration wasn't optional—it was religion, law, culture, and currency all wrapped into one.
But the people welcomed it. After all, when the world's falling apart (literally) and your government just tried to weaponize your new family member with a business license, the guy with a Psyduck and a sense of purpose starts to look like a decent leader.
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Welp, I tried a new tone this chapter—if it feels too cringe, roast me gently in the comments 😅. I hope my attempt at world-building (or world-scrambling, depending on your perspective) wasn't too painful to read.
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