Ten short minutes—
as if devoured entirely by the timeline itself—
vanished in the blink of an eye.
Win?
Lose?
Or draw?
Three clearly divided paths lay before everyone.
No one could be greedy enough to take them all.
The house never gives away free money.
The only difference was this:
which gambler's mentality prevailed at this moment.
Some people's eyes burned with fanaticism as they chose ALL IN, staking everything on a single throw of the dice.
They believed the truth before their eyes was irrefutable proof.
Free betting points from the heavens—why not take them?
Such an obvious, gift-wrapped question—miss it once, and it would never come again!
Even if the profit was only a pitiful 100 points,
a mosquito's leg was still meat!
Small as it was, it was still painfully tempting!
Others chose caution, betting only half.
A habit carved into their bones over years of survival—
one must always leave a card unplayed, a lifeline at the cliff's edge.
Betting time—ended.
At the very top of the chat interface,
a long progress bar symbolizing fate itself appeared.
At one end: Pikachu's radiant gold.
At the other: Regice's icy silver-white.
Then—
A shocking sight unfolded.
The silver-white light surged forward with brutal dominance, swallowing almost the entire bar!
99.99%!
A number that practically declared humanity's absolute faith in Regice.
As for Pikachu's yellow?
Pathetic.
Laughably small.
A single point.
So tiny that even pinching the air with two fingers couldn't convey how insignificant it was.
And yet—
That pitiful "one percent" instantly blew the crowd apart!
"Are you kidding me?! Holy hell! Someone actually went bankrupt betting on Pikachu?! Are their brains fried by a taser?!"
"Wait—wait! The odds on Pikachu are insane! One to five hundred! FIVE HUNDRED!"
"Bullshit odds! That's not the point! If you can't win, those odds are just an empty check! Who the hell gambles like this? That's straight-up suicide betting!"
"Forget it… maybe they just gave up on life."
Sighs echoed everywhere.
People shook their heads.
Those hopelessly stubborn gamblers—
No saving them.
Pallet Town
"Oh my… it looks like there aren't many people supporting Pikachu."
"But Pikachu is so cute!"
Delia Ketchum gazed up at the floating light screen, Pikachu's tiny figure filling her entire vision.
She smiled gently, unwavering.
"Then Mommy will just bet everything I have to support Pikachu-God!"
Far Away – Kalos Battle Zone
A lively, energetic girl locked her eyes onto the boy on the screen—Ash.
Without hesitation, she slammed all her betting chips onto that faint thread of gold.
"Pikachu is Ash's soul partner!
It will absolutely create a miracle!"
And finally—
The eternally scorched, eternally blasted, yet eternally dreaming trio appeared—
Team Rocket.
Two humans and one cat huddled together, whispering intensely, staring at Pikachu with a faith bordering on religious fanaticism.
"It's gotta be Pikachu!"
"A mere Ice Titan Regice?! Even if it's a Legendary, it's nothing in front of Lord Pikachu!"
"Pika-God is the strongest, nya!"
Bet!
ALL IN on Pikachu!
They dumped every last chip without blinking.
Why?
Because this was the highest respect for the countless times they'd been blasted into the sky and turned into shooting stars.
Who dared question Pikachu's strength?
They had seen too much.
Was that a normal Pikachu?
No. Absolutely not.
That wasn't Pikachu—
That was the monster who'd make even Arceus eat two direct Thunderbolts.
Ash's Pikachu.
Codename—
Pika-God.
Pika-God vs Regice.
A battle worthy of shaking the laws of reality itself.
The outcome—
Far from decided.
The Screen Shifts
The long-awaited, breath-held showdown—
Pikachu vs Regice—
Begins.
After the brutal battles before this, Ash had only one Pokémon left—
The never-give-up devotee of Thunderbolt—
Pikachu.
Shen Dai, meanwhile, summoned the being that blotted out heaven and earth—
The ancient Ice God—
Regice.
A towering pillar of silver-white, as if carved directly from a primordial glacier.
Its body gleamed with bone-piercing edges.
Seven golden dot-like patterns on its face glowed with ancient mystery.
Just one distant glance through the screen was enough to make blood feel frozen in the veins.
This—
It was the ultimate chill of the Ice Age.
The moment the battle ignited—
Pikachu struck first.
"Ash roared:
'Pikachu! Full power—THUNDERBOLT!'"
Electric fury swallowed Pikachu's small body, golden lightning erupting violently!
"PIKA—CHUUU!"
A world-destroying golden beam roared forth—
Slamming straight into Regice!
The Ice Titan took the blow head-on!
Every nerve in the audience snapped tight.
It hit!
Direct hit!
Pikachu's signature finishing move!
"Holy crap! Pikachu's burst power is insane! That speed isn't even physically possible!"
"Regice didn't even have time to react! That was basically instant!"
"Why do I suddenly feel like… this Pikachu might be too strong?"
The crowd exploded.
Pikachu's speed shattered common sense.
The destructive power of that Thunderbolt far exceeded anything they believed the move capable of.
And honestly?
They couldn't be blamed.
Because from the very first second—
This Pikachu had no intention of playing by the rules.
On Screen
Shen Dai watched his Ice Titan endure that over-spec Thunderbolt without the slightest change in expression.
Calm.
Rigid.
Unmoved.
When the lightning faded—
Regice stood untouched.
Its crystalline body gleamed flawlessly, every edge pristine, as if nothing more than a breeze had passed over it.
Now—
It was Shen Dai's turn.
He raised his hand, voice steady and authoritative.
"Regice—use Blizzard."
As the command fell—
Unimaginable cold began to gather wildly within the Ice God's body.
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