"A lowly creature—countless as dust, so insignificant it's not even worth a second glance—a Pikachu… actually executed the legendary, immortal god of ice—Regice—on the spot?"
"Th-this… what kind of sick joke is this?!"
It felt like an entire century had passed before Giovanni's tightly wound nerves finally snapped back into place, allowing him to regain control of his body.
He stared at the floating light screen before him.
Those eyes that were usually deep and calm like the ocean were now completely flooded with boiling shock and near-collapse disbelief.
No—seriously.
Does this make any sense at all?!
A result that shattered common sense and tore every logical chain to pieces—
Had Giovanni not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would've dismissed it without hesitation as the most insulting, brain-dead piece of fiction imaginable.
On one side—
A Pikachu.
Everywhere. Common as dirt.
So ordinary it's often used as filler even in Gym Battles.
On the other—
A regional suppressor.
At full health.
A legendary colossus capable of withstanding natural disasters—Regice.
And yet—
Pikachu one-shot a full-health Regice?!
Listen to that sentence!
What kind of insane babbling nonsense was this?!
If not for the cold, merciless screen in front of him—replaying the battle over and over again—
If Giovanni had merely heard such a rumor—
He would've roared in fury:
"Get the hell out! Absolute delusion!"
At least respect basic physics when making up lies!
And yet—
Giovanni had seen it.
With his own eyes.
Which meant he was now trapped in an even deeper layer of fear and doubt—
A profound collapse of his long-held worldview.
"Can a Pikachu really achieve an instant kill on a full-health Regice?"
"Is this so-called 'Pikachu' hiding something beneath its skin—Zapdos? Zeraora? Some divine Electric-type avatar?"
"No—wait."
"Even Zapdos or Zeraora shouldn't be capable of instant annihilation of an Ice God Pillar."
"Then what about Mewtwo? The strongest man-made Pokémon?"
"…Hm."
"Now that I've said the name Mewtwo, even I'm starting to waver."
Giovanni's gaze was locked onto the screen as if magnetized.
Within his mind, he activated the vast Pokémon database he had built over a lifetime—pulling out, one by one, every known combat monster and simulating them against Regice.
Winning?
Possible.
But one-shotting?
That was… questionable.
Which led to the ultimate question—
Could Pokémon defined as "ordinary" truly unleash power capable of rivaling—
or even surpassing—Legendary Pokémon?
In that instant—
Giovanni's lifelong creed—
"Survival of the fittest; Legendaries reign supreme"—
Was struck by a falling meteor.
It trembled.
Violently.
Soon after, Giovanni put his cold, unshakable mask back on.
His expression returned to its suffocating calm.
No.
Not all mediocre Pokémon could cross that abyss.
That boy—Ash—was favored by an unrepeatable twist of destiny.
And his Pikachu—
Was a once-in-ten-thousand anomaly.
For everyone else—
For those who wished to step into that forbidden realm of power,
to touch the peak of supreme glory—
The safest, most reliable choice remained unchanged:
Enslave a true god-beast.
"I… I-I-I… I really blew that ice statue to pieces?"
When Ash finally saw it with his own eyes—
That golden little partner of his, ending Regice's life like a war god—
His gaze wavered, unfocused, as if his soul had been ripped from his body.
His voice trembled with extreme exhilaration and an almost unreal joy.
W-We… won?
They actually defeated the invincible, overwhelmingly powerful, legendary guardian—Regice?!
"Yes, Ash. You won. That's an undeniable fact."
Though Brock's own brain was still buzzing from the impossible result, he nonetheless nodded heavily and confirmed it in a slow, deliberate voice.
At last—
Ash's neural circuits fully reconnected.
He instantly entered a berserk state.
Scooping up Pikachu, who was still basking smugly in victory, Ash began spinning and jumping wildly on the spot!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Pikachu—my hero!"
"We did it! We changed fate itself!"
"Look! We took down that super smug, super powerful legendary bastard!"
"I knew it! I knew it! We're the strongest in the world!"
"Pika! Pika-pikachu!"
Pikachu wiggled its stubby little limbs excitedly.
The red electric sacs on its cheeks flashed dangerously with surging emotion as it stamped Ash's declaration with its own language.
That's right!
They were the strongest!
No objections accepted!
"THAT'S THE FUTURE YOU, YOU IDIOT!"
"What the hell are you getting excited for now?!"
"Can you maybe use that empty skull of yours for one second?! Right now you're still a rookie who needs handouts just to scrape together Gym Badges!"
Watching Ash spin like he was about to launch into orbit—
Misty mercilessly dumped an entire basin of ice-cold reality straight over his head.
"Ash—if you don't train like a maniac starting now, you won't even touch future-you's heels!"
Ash instantly snapped upright.
Huh?
What?!
Can't reach that level?
Don't joke with him!
That outcome was absolutely—absolutely unacceptable!
He would turn the future into reality!
If anyone was both the most hyped and the least surprised by the result—
It was Team Rocket's three galactic clowns.
After watching Regice get obliterated by Pikachu's fully saturated Volt Tackle—
The two humans and one cat found a long-lost sense of familiarity and collapsed into each other's arms, tears streaming down their faces.
"Waaah! Yes! That's the feeling! That ultimate electric therapy!"
"Exactly! That soul-piercing numbness! That's how it feels every time we get blasted away!"
"Pikachu won, nya! We struck it rich, nya! We're loaded, nya!"
Meowth cried uncontrollably—
Without forgetting the most important thing in his life: money.
Meowth's wailing finally jolted Jessie and James back to reality.
Right!
They had made a huge bet in that cursed gambling pool!
Their pupils instantly detonated with nuclear intensity!
The two immediately dragged Meowth into a corner like thieves whispering secrets.
"Th-that Pikachu's odds… what were they again? Which genius set them?"
"One to five hundred."
The two humans and one cat answered in mechanical unison.
One to… five hundred?!
Their eyes lit up brightly enough to replace every streetlamp in Pallet Town!
At that moment, their faith in Pikachu ascended to a holy, untouchable level.
The two spendthrifts had dumped everything they owned—
A full two hundred betting points—on Pikachu!
Two hundred points!
Times five hundred!
That meant—
One hundred thousand betting points!!!
Jessie, James, and Meowth felt like their airways were clogging and their hearts were about to burst out of their chests!
T-Ten… ten thousand?!
No—one hundred thousand points as startup capital!
Oxygen!
Now!
They urgently needed a high-purity oxygen tank!
The three lunatics collapsed flat on the floor like dead fish, faces plastered with blissful smiles as hallucinations of angels bearing gold and fine clothes welcomed them into paradise.
Perfect.
This—
This was the meaning of life!
They could finally live like true tycoons—
Buying top-tier gear by the truckload, throwing it away after one use, spending money like dirt!
Lance: Ahem… alright, let's skip over Brandon's tragic fate. But can any real expert step up and explain the true secret behind this monstrously powerful Pikachu?
Cynthia: Indeed. This Pikachu's performance has gone far beyond "unreasonable." Which Electric-type Gym Leader would dare claim their Pokémon is on this level?
Lt. Surge: I own Pikachu. I've trained Raichu. And I swear on my honor—no. I've never seen a Pikachu that grows stronger by crossing tiers, boundaries, and logic like this!
Volkner: This is a joke, right?! If my Electric-types had this kind of god-creating power, would I still be a Gym Leader? I'd have wiped the Elite Four and taken the Champion seat ages ago!
Elesa: Exactly. If I could cultivate power like this, I'd challenge the Elite Four immediately. Sadly, my Raichu before evolution couldn't even compare to one strand of its fur!
Fantina: I can't take this anymore—the more we talk, the more my understanding collapses! And if Pikachu can one-shot Regice, then what were all those earlier "weak" attacks? Holding back? Or deliberately preserving Brandon's dignity?
Clemont: I believe the situation is urgent! I must immediately capture a Pikachu and conduct a full 360-degree reverse-engineering study! Wait for me! I will produce a world-shattering final th—#￥%T#$%^$
Wallace: Uh… is that researcher okay? What traumatic incident just occurred?
Diantha: Ahem—minor issue. Let's not get sidetracked! Can any theoretical-physics-type Pokémon Professor propose a somewhat reasonable hypothesis?
Professor Oak stroked his beard, falling into long contemplation.
Hm…
He could lecture endlessly on orthodox knowledge.
He could improvise mystical theories with ease.
But phenomena like
"Pikachu's combat power increasing exponentially"—
Something so anti-science and anti-common sense—
Even Oak, racking his brain, couldn't immediately formulate a theory that was both self-consistent and profound.
Just as Professor Oak remained silent—
Another renowned Pokémon Professor finally broke the calm and stepped forward.
Professor Sycamore:
"Regarding this… I do have a bold hypothesis—though I can't say how accurate it may be."
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