Ugh—!
The first pale light of dawn had barely slipped into the cave when a third retching sound shattered the silence.
Kapu-Lias Caesar lay sprawled on the frigid stone, body curled like a boiled shrimp. This was no mere queasiness—pure psychic trauma.
Last night's fight hadn't been a battle; it had been a mugging.
You okay?
Cecilia's voice drifted from the cave's depths, still thick with Sleep.
Caesar lacked the strength to answer; he only lifted a claw in a limp wave.
If the Bulbasaur line's dirty tricks leave you choking on a mouthful of flies, then Charizard is pure stat-crush plus broken mechanics.
Caesar closed his eyes and the hellish replay began… At the very start, the enemy Charizard had discarded all notions of honor.
The orange lizard threw its head back and roared, body erupting in blinding white—zero wind-up, straight into MEGA Evolution.
Caesar had assumed the usual Mega Charizard Y, the famous Sunny Day setter.
And at first, that's exactly what it was.
With its Drought Ability, the temperature inside the Inheritance Space spiked to absurd heights. Air shimmered, vision blurred; Caesar felt he was in a sauna, not a fight.
Then the Charizard Y flapped once and soared hundreds of meters up.
It simply refused to come down.
Disgusting—Caesar couldn't fly.
A ground-type pokémon versus a sky camper is torture; his Quicksand Abyss spread uselessly below, Heavy Stomp could only loosen the floor tiles.
Only Dragon Pulse could reach the heavens.
Yet the old dragon, safe in the sky, turned bomber.
Fire Spin caged Caesar in place; the constant scorch curled even his scales.
Dodge the fire tornado and here came Scorching Sands—
That Charizard packed a ground-type Move!
Boiling sand burst underfoot; being smacked by your own element felt wretched.
The sand had to be three hundred degrees; every step sent smoke from his soles, forcing constant hops.
Stand still—get barbecued; Move—get lashed by the vortex—
Enduring the heat and barrage, Caesar caught the moment the lizard dived, countering with a fully-charged Dragon Pulse.
The purple blast struck Charizard square in the chest.
Relief flooded him—this should do it.
Drag the thing down to earth and the field belonged to Garchomp—
But in that instant the lizard flared again!
Not devolution—second evolution!
Orange-red hide turned jet-black; blue flames spilled from its jaws. The once-graceful wings darkened to cobalt, their edges splitting into jagged scythes.
Mega Charizard X!
Fire/Flying had become Fire/Dragon!
Caesar's jaw dropped mid-battle.
Switch forms mid-fight… who plays like that?
Hey, you can only hold one item—this is straight hacks!
As the X-lizard, its resistances flipped: rock Moves no longer terrified it, and its formerly paper-thin Defense skyrocketed.
Worse—its Ability: Tough Claws.
Brutally simple: contact Moves gain thirty percent power.
The black dragon, blue sparks dripping from its maw, dove point-blank.
Dragon Claw!
Claws of cold light tore the air, slamming into Caesar's face with Mega Charizard X's monstrous Attack—
His proud Rough Skin scratched back, but against that burst it might as well have been tissue.
Screen black, health bar deleted—
One-shot!
That's why Caesar woke up dry-heaving.
Bump into a hacked Charizard, form-switching like a boss; give your all and still can't win…!
He cried.
This wasn't a trial—it was an official cheat showcase: start with Y-form's sun-boosted special barrage, then swap to X-form for close-quarters slaughter.
No matter how many tricks you pull—
And Mega Charizard X's lore speed leaves jet fighters in the dust—
Who can survive that?
Caesar rolled over, pressing his belly to the cool floor, hoping to chill his overheated brain.
For the foreseeable future, he's not seeking that Charizard for another beating.
At least not until he learns anti-air tactics or bulks up another tier—going now is just feeding.
Grrr—
His stomach thundered in protest.
PTSD or not, food is mandatory.
Caesar rose, shook the black dragon's image from his skull.
Yesterday he'd promised the dumb loli a barbecue.
Though Cecilia mostly hinders, when it comes to finding prey the girl's luck is far better than his.
Hey, wake up.
He shouted into the empty cave: "Work starts—today we roast a whole deer."
No dragon answered.
Usually the silver blur teleports in at the word "food," yet today—silence.
Caesar frowned—hadn't she been here a second ago?
Lao Zhai?
He tried again.
Still nothing.
As he turned to search, a frantic loli voice rang out.
"Here!"
Close—
Right beside his ear.
Caesar's tail snapped into guard stance.
"Who?"
"It's me, dummy land-shark!"
The voice came again.
He followed it—and saw only a rock.
A dusty, roundish boulder half a meter tall.
Looked familiar, yet he was sure it hadn't been there.
Creepier still, the rock moved.
It gave a little hop.
A springy, rubbery hop.
Nickname?
Caesar ventured the silly dragon's name.
"Who are you calling Nickname—your whole family's Nickname!"
The rock roared.
Its surface rippled like water, and a pair of silver vertical pupils blinked open.
The gaze: thirty percent pride, thirty percent smugness, forty percent begging for praise.
From the rear poked a short, chubby silver tail, wagging in mid-air.
Caesar: "…"
He stared at the eye-and-tail-equipped rock for a full five seconds.
The design was… abstract.
Stick it in a modern-art show and it would fetch millions.