Pokémon: The Gaming System

After that, we got going, leaving the Pokémon Center and the lingering drama on Charmander behind. The sun was bright, and the road stretched out before us, leading towards new towns and new adventures.

My mind, however, was already a few steps ahead, planning the next phase of my journey.

Soon we came to a town that was terrorized by Squirtle. It was a small, coastal town, its streets unusually quiet.

We heard whispers from the locals about a mischievous gang of Squirtle causing trouble, stealing food, and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Ash, of course, immediately wanted to help.

But I am not gonna explain it in detail as it gone same as anime. I didn't even need to do a thing. Ash, with his boundless empathy and determination, befriended the leader of the Squirtle Squad.

They had their little fire-fighting adventure, saved the town, and the Squirtle Squad became the town's official fire brigade.

It was heartwarming, predictable, and entirely self-contained. I just observed, a silent spectator to the unfolding canon. I mean what did you expect me to do? 

I don't need them. Sure his glasses are cool but I get legendary water Pokémon.

Next day, we got going, leaving the now-peaceful Squirtle town behind. The road wound along the coastline, offering stunning views of the sparkling ocean.

The air was fresh and salty, and the cries of Pokémon filled the air. Ash was practically vibrating with excitement, always eager for whatever came next.

And soon we came near the sea. The path opened up onto a sandy beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore.

Ash, ever the enthusiast, immediately dashed towards the water, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Pokémon.

Ash caught a Krabby just like in anime. He spotted a small, red Krabby scuttling along the sand.

With a cry of "I'm gonna catch it!", he threw a Poké Ball. The Krabby, after a brief struggle, was caught. Ash cheered, holding up the Poké Ball triumphantly.

Which got teleported. The moment the capture was confirmed, the Poké Ball shimmered, and a notification appeared on Ash's Pokédex:

"Krabby has been sent to Professor Oak's Laboratory." Ash's jaw dropped. "Huh? Where'd it go?" he stammered, looking confused. Misty and Brock just sighed, used to his antics.

Honestly, I don't get how come human teleportation tech isn't here yet when I see this. The technology to instantly transport a Pokémon across vast distances existed, yet people still relied on cars, trains, and boats for personal travel.

It seemed like a massive oversight, a glaring inconsistency in this world's technological advancement. It was baffling, a missed opportunity for convenience.

Anyway, we saw a lighthouse and got going there as Ash wanted to call Professor Oak to check up on Krabby. The lighthouse stood tall and proud on a rocky outcrop, its beam sweeping across the ocean.

Ash, still puzzled by the Krabby teleportation, told by Brock about 6 Pokémon limit and extra going to Professor Oak made him go to the lighthouse to call Professor Oak.

Of course, it was Bill's lighthouse. I recognized its distinctive design from the anime.

Bill, the eccentric Pokémon researcher, was known for his bizarre experiments in Pokémon costumes and his love for Pokémon. This was another classic plot point, and I was ready for the weirdness that came with it.

Things gone the same as called. Ash used the PC inside the lighthouse to video call Professor Oak.

The screen flickered to life, and Professor Oak's familiar face appeared, looking a bit more awake this time while eating Ramen. Ash immediately launched into an excited explanation about catching Krabby.

Only to find out Gary caught a bigger Krabby. Professor Oak, with a slight chuckle, informed Ash that his Krabby was indeed at the lab, but Gary, Ash's rival, had also caught a Krabby, and it was significantly larger.

Ash's face fell, his excitement replaced by a familiar competitive frustration. "Gary?! Again?!" he grumbled.

Professor Oak told about that this was Bill's tower and that we can learn a lot from him.

After that, we met Bill, who was introduced by Professor Oak in his Pokémon costume. He was stuck, literally, in a giant Kabuto costume, his head poking out of the shell.

He looked utterly ridiculous, flailing his arms, trying to get unstuck. Ash, Misty, and Brock immediately rushed to help him, pulling and pushing at the costume.

After we help, he explained about Pokémon world that there are more than 150 Pokémon. Bill, finally free from his shell, adjusted his glasses and launched into a passionate monologue about his research.

"Oh, thank you, thank you! I'm Bill, a Pokémon researcher! And I've made an incredible discovery! There are more than 150 different kinds of Pokémon in the world! My research indicates there could be hundreds more!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with scientific fervor.

I just thought there were 1,164 Pokémon before my transmigration. It may be more accordingly, but I believe he would just lose his mind if I told him everything I know about Pokémon.

If I started rattling off names like "Goodra," "Zacian," "Eternatus," or even entire regions he hadn't discovered yet, his brain would probably short-circuit. The sheer volume of future knowledge I possessed was staggering.

Sure it was anime series knowledge which I watched till Ash series ended. My knowledge base was extensive, covering generations of Pokémon, their evolutions, abilities, and even obscure lore.

It was a treasure trove of information, but it was not complete. Like I said I watched only till Ash generation I didn't even looked at that next generation girl who became the next protaganist. I don't even know her name.

My memory was selective, focusing on the core Ash narrative. It was a minor annoyance, but not a critical one. I mean would already be ruling the world by the time she even started.

Anyway, I got tired of his rambling, so I just went to get a room and slept like a log. Bill's enthusiasm was infectious, but his scientific explanations, while accurate, were long and drawn out.

My mind was already on higher-level concerns, and the thought of a comfortable bed was far more appealing than a lecture on Pokémon taxonomy. I excused myself politely and found a quiet corner in the lighthouse to rest.

Next day, early morning, Bill and others were getting ready for that mysterious Pokémon. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a soft, orange glow over the ocean.

Bill, Ash, Misty, and Brock were gathered on the lighthouse observation deck, binoculars in hand, eagerly scanning the foggy horizon. Bill was practically vibrating with excitement, convinced a rare, giant Pokémon was approaching.

Well, I was as well. I had taken out my Master Ball as well for it. My plan was already set.

This was a unique opportunity, a chance to acquire another legendary-level Pokémon without any fuss. I held the Master Ball discreetly in my hand, its purple and pink gleam hidden from their sight.

I plan to officially catch him in front of others. This wasn't just about getting a powerful Pokémon; it was about making a statement, about subtly showcasing my capabilities without revealing too much.

It would be a moment they wouldn't forget, a display of power that would cement my mysterious aura.

Soon enough, in the fog, a giant figure was moving. A massive shadow began to emerge from the swirling mist, growing larger with each passing second.

It was colossal, far bigger than any normal Pokémon, its form indistinct but undeniably immense. The air grew heavy with its presence, and a low, rumbling sound echoed across the water.

Before anyone can say anything, I just throw my Master Ball at it and catch it. No need for any nonsense drama for Bill to talk about. The moment the giant figure was clearly visible, a massive Dragonite, I didn't hesitate.

The Master Ball flew from my hand, a streak of purple and pink against the grey fog, and engulfed the colossal Pokémon in a flash of white light. A moment later, the ball clicked shut, landing softly in my palm.

Everyone looked shocked at me. Ash, Misty, Brock, and even Bill stared, their jaws hanging open, their eyes wide with utter disbelief. Their binoculars clattered to the ground, forgotten.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant lapping of waves. They had just witnessed the impossible.

"What?" I said, my voice calm, almost bored, as I pocketed the Master Ball. "I just caught it like normal people, fairly. So I'm not going to free it or give it to anyone."

I gave them a bland look, as if their shock was entirely unwarranted. "It's mine now. First come first served."

I said as I go back in to eat breakfast as they stay there dumbfounded. I turned on my heel and walked back into the lighthouse, leaving them standing on the observation deck, frozen in their astonishment.

The smell of Bill's terrible coffee was still in the air, but now it was mixed with the faint scent of disbelief.

After eating, I released it in front of the lighthouse. I found a clear spot on the rocky shore, far enough from the others to give it space. The Master Ball flashed, and with a thunderous roar, the giant Dragonite materialized.

It was a cool Dragonite, too big. Its scales were a vibrant orange, its wings a leathery green, and its sheer size was breathtaking.

It towered over the lighthouse, its head almost scraping the clouds... Well maybe not that much but it was a truly magnificent creature, radiating immense power and a surprising gentleness.

And it looks like it is now loyal to me. Its massive head lowered slightly, its large, intelligent eyes meeting mine with a look of calm acceptance, even affection.

It let out a soft rumble, a sound that vibrated through the ground. The Master Ball's loyalty guarantee was truly absolute.

Good thing I used Master Ball, otherwise even if I defeated it with Moltres, I doubt any number of normal Poké Balls would have caught it.

Its immense power and sheer size would have made it an impossible capture with anything less than a guaranteed catch. It was a calculated risk that paid off handsomely.

On the side, Bill was taking notes like a real researcher, but he kept his distance, not urging me too much. He had retrieved his binoculars and was now frantically scribbling in a notebook, his eyes wide with scientific excitement.

He was clearly overwhelmed, but his scientific curiosity was overriding his shock. He maintained a respectful distance, occasionally muttering to himself.

"Unprecedented! A wild Dragonite of this size! And caught with such... efficiency!" he exclaimed, his voice hushed with awe. He didn't ask to examine it closely, understanding that a creature of this magnitude deserved its space.

I told Dragonite to use Hyper Beam at sky. "Dragonite," I commanded, my voice carrying clearly in the open air, "Hyper Beam. Straight up."

I pointed towards the sky. I wanted to test its raw power, to see just how much damage it could truly inflict.

And as he did, suddenly the atmosphere turned completely bright as the energy ball condensed in his mouth, blinding even the sun.

A sphere of pure, crackling energy began to form between its jaws, growing larger and brighter with each passing second. The light was so intense, I had to shield my eyes, and the air around us crackled with raw power.

As currently it was the only sun, a massive, heavy Hyper Beam was launched as whole sky lit up. With a deafening roar, Dragonite unleashed the beam.

It was a colossal torrent of pure energy, a pillar of light that shot upwards, tearing through the atmosphere. The sky, already bright with the morning sun, lit up even further, a brilliant, blinding flash.

The beam traveled too fast. After a minute or two, the Dragonite stops, its mouth still smoking faintly. The roar faded, and the light subsided, leaving behind an astonishing sight.

The stratosphere where the sky above us had a big hole. It was like a hole in the sky which shows night even though it was day. High above, where the Hyper Beam had pierced, the blue of the daytime sky was gone.

In its place was a vast, circular void of inky blackness, dotted with twinkling stars. It was as if Dragonite had punched a hole straight through the atmosphere, revealing the cold vacuum of space beyond.

The Dragonite looked nonchalant like it was normal attack for him to do and he can keep going. It simply blinked its large eyes, let out a soft huff, and looked at me as if to say, "Is that all?" Its power was truly immense, casually tearing a hole in the sky.

Honestly, I loved it. This was the kind of power I craved, the kind of absolute dominance that made all the cheating and risks worth it. It was raw, unadulterated strength, a force of nature at my command.

It's already a legendary Pokémon level powerful. Although my Moltres can also do the same, even better, but it's because it's level 150 now. But a level 100 Moltres?

I think this Dragonite would easily beat it. This wild massive Dragonite, at its natural level, was a true powerhouse, a testament to its legendary status. It was a fantastic addition to my growing arsenal.

I let Bill do some research or scans on him. Bill, having finally recovered from his shock, approached cautiously, his notebook still clutched in his hand. He looked at Dragonite with a mixture of awe and scientific curiosity.

"May I... may I take some readings?" he stammered, almost reverently. I nodded, allowing him to use his various scanning devices, though I kept a close eye on him.

As it got to noon, we decided to leave now. The sun was high, and the hole in the sky was slowly beginning to close, the atmosphere gradually repairing itself.

Bill was already done with his research. We had spent hours at the lighthouse, witnessing the incredible power of Dragonite.

Though this time I called out my giant Dragonite as I and Ash's group got on it. "Alright, everyone," I announced, "our ride's here."

With a flash of light, Dragonite materialized once more, its massive form casting a huge shadow. Ash, Misty, and Brock's eyes widened, but they didn't hesitate.

Soon we flew fast on his back to the Vermillion City, it taken only few minutes before we can see the Vermillion City in sight. The flight was exhilarating, the wind rushing past us as Dragonite soared through the sky at incredible speed.

The world below became a blur of green and blue, and the distance melted away. Vermillion City, a bustling port town, appeared on the horizon in what felt like moments.

I ordered it to land as we got on ground and got off of his back. "Alright, Dragonite, down here," I commanded, pointing to a secluded patch of grass outside the city.

Dragonite gently descended, its massive body landing with barely a tremor. We dismounted, our feet touching solid ground once more.

And I took him back to his Master Ball. With a thought, Dragonite vanished, its immense power once again contained within the purple and pink sphere. I pocketed it, feeling its familiar weight.

As we got inside the Pokémon Center, it was already filled with injured Pokémon. The lobby was a scene of controlled chaos.

Nurses rushed about, tending to various Pokémon, some bandaged, some looking singed, others simply exhausted. The air was thick with the scent of medicine and the faint smell of burnt fur.

Nurse Joy told us about Lt. Surge who did this to his challengers. She looked tired, her usual cheerful demeanor strained.

"Oh, welcome, trainers," she said, sighing. "It's been a very busy day. Lt. Surge, the Gym Leader, has been particularly... vigorous with his challengers. His Electric-type Pokémon are incredibly powerful."

But I already left to my room. My mind was already on my next task.

The Pokémon Center was a temporary stop, a place to recharge before the next phase of my plan. I needed to get back to my system, to continue my in-game conquest.

Today, I planned on grinding and catching as many Pokémon as I can. My personal inventory was a game-changer, allowing me to bypass the usual storage limits. It was time to fill up that Pokédex, and then some.

"Ash," I said, pausing at my room door, "let me know when you beat Lt. Surge. I'll take him on after you."

Ash's eyes lit up, a competitive spark in them. "You got it!" he declared.

After that, as I got inside my room, I opened Pokémon Emerald.

The familiar digital world glowed to life, pulling me back into its depths. My mission was clear: absolute completion.

I got to catching as many Pokémon as I can today. As I got my personal inventory for Pokémon, so it was no problem about how many I catch.

So I got into it, moving through the various routes and areas of Hoenn, encountering every Pokémon species I could find.

I also planned on catching all the legendaries from the Emerald post-game as well. My legendary collection was about to grow significantly.

The thought of having every single legendary Pokémon from Hoenn, all shiny and beyond level 100, was incredibly appealing.

I got going as I kept catching Pokémon here and there, filling my Pokédex. I moved with ruthless efficiency, throwing Master Balls at every new species I encountered.

Each capture was instantaneous, each addition to my Pokédex a satisfying ding.

I also did some in-game trades to get more Pokémon. If a Pokémon was only available through trade, I'd quickly find the relevant NPC, offer a common Pokémon, and get the one I needed.

With Master Balls, it was easy and non-time consuming. No need for tedious negotiations or specific Pokémon.

For now, I just focused on catching 2-4 of each species a max. This was for future breeding or trading purposes, ensuring I had a small reserve of each Pokémon.

It was a systematic approach to collecting, leaving no stone unturned.

Honestly, it was good that there was no team limit of six, otherwise I would be going back to back on PC to get them in my inventory.

The ability to store hundreds, even thousands, of Pokémon in my personal sub-dimension was a massive advantage, streamlining the entire process.

I turned on my shiny Pokémon cheat as from now on all Pokémon I encounter will be shiny. This was purely for aesthetic purposes, a personal preference.

If I was going to catch them all, they might as well be the rarest, most beautiful versions. The world shimmered with new, vibrant colors.

I spent a whole day, but I only caught up to 180 species of shiny Pokémon.

The sheer number of species in Hoenn was vast, and even with Master Balls and shiny cheats, it took time to encounter and capture them all. It was a long, methodical process, but I was determined.

So a total of 720+ of total shiny Pokémon I have in my inventory right now. Each one, a glittering, rare specimen, safely tucked away in its climate-controlled pocket. It was a truly impressive collection, growing by the hour.

Next, I gave up on now to catch other. My focus shifted to the legendary Pokémon of Hoenn and beyond. Kyogre, Groudon, Regice, Regirock, Registeel, Latios, Latias, Deoxys, Mew, Lugia, Ho-oh, Jirachi and Celebi.

The list was daunting, but my resolve was firm. These were the true prizes, the ultimate additions to my collection.

I went to catch them. Each legendary encounter was a quick, decisive Master Ball throw. No battles, no struggle, just instant capture.

The process was almost anticlimactic, but the result was undeniably satisfying. One by one, the most powerful Pokémon in the world joined my ranks, their shiny forms shimmering.

Next morning, I finally completed the game. Caught all in-game shiny Pokémon. All 386.

The Pokédex was complete, every entry filled, every Pokémon captured in its rarest form. It was a monumental achievement, a true testament to the power of cheating.

And except legendaries, I caught them all 2-4 times for legendary shines 1 time. My inventory was now a vast repository of rare and powerful Pokémon, a living, breathing collection of digital perfection.

I caught those Pokémon whole night. The hours blurred into a continuous loop of encounters and captures. Sleep was a distant memory, replaced by the relentless pursuit of completion.

Honestly, it was not that bad, not now that I have so many legendary shiny Pokémon. The sheer power I commanded, the ease with which I acquired these mythical creatures, was exhilarating.

It made the grind feel less like work and more like a casual stroll through a digital zoo.

Honestly, I currently can rage a war and had a good chance of winning as long as those super boss level Pokémon like Arceus, Giratina, etc., came themselves.

My army of level 150 legends and hundreds of shiny, maxed-out Pokémon was formidable, capable of overwhelming almost any threat. I was a walking, talking apocalypse, if I chose to be.

Anyway, I stretched myself a bit as I go out, seeing that Ash finally beaten Lt. Surge. The morning sun streamed into the Pokémon Center lobby.

I walked out of my room, feeling the pleasant stiffness of a body that had been stationary for too long. Ash, Misty, and Brock were gathered near the gym, Ash beaming, holding up a new badge.

"I did it! I beat Lt. Surge!" Ash cheered, pumping his fist. His Pikachu looked a little singed but triumphant. "It was a tough battle, but we won!"

Misty sighed. "Took you long enough, Ash. That Raichu was pretty scary."

Brock nodded. "Indeed. Lt. Surge is a formidable trainer."

Next was my turn. I go to his gym. I walked towards the Vermillion City Gym, its large, industrial facade looking even more imposing in the morning light. My steps were deliberate, a quiet confidence radiating from me.

Knowing he bullied weaker Pokémon, I decided to give him the taste of his own medicine. Lt. Surge was known for his arrogance, for mocking trainers whose Pokémon weren't strong enough.

He delighted in crushing opponents, especially those with unevolved or weaker Pokémon. It was time for a dose of poetic justice.

The Master Ball flashed, and with a thunderous roar, the colossal Dragonite materialized. Its head immediately hit the ceiling with a CRACK, sending plaster and debris raining down. The entire gym shuddered.

As my Giant Dragonite stand proudly destroying the Gym just by standing there it looked so cool. Honestly he was so cool that I may become his fan.

Getting everyone shocked and fearful. Lt. Surge, his Raichu, the referee, and the few spectators all stared, their jaws hanging open, their eyes wide with terror. The sheer size of Dragonite, its head now poking through the roof, was utterly overwhelming.

But still Lt. Surge, while he knew that he won't win, he thought he won't go down too easily at least. He was a tough old soldier, and even in the face of impossible odds, he wouldn't back down.

"What in the blazes?!" he roared, recovering quickly. "A giant Dragonite?! Fine! Raichu, let's show this overgrown lizard what real power is!"

As the match started, Raichu did everything from Thunderbolt, Body Slam, Tackle, even Thunder.

Lt. Surge barked commands, his voice firm. Raichu, a powerful, aggressive Pokémon, launched a flurry of attacks, each one hitting Dragonite's massive form. Sparks flew, and the ground trembled.

But my Dragonite didn't even respond like they weren't even a tickle worth of effort. It simply stood there, unmoving, its vast body absorbing the attacks like they were gentle breezes.

Raichu's most powerful moves seemed to have no effect, not even barely registering on the colossal dragon. It was like a fly trying to sting an elephant.

I didn't give it any order and let it do anything it wants. My hands were in my pockets, a small, amused smile on my face.

This was pure, unadulterated humiliation, exactly what Lt. Surge deserved. Dragonite was free to act as it saw fit, to teach the arrogant Gym Leader a lesson.

But looks like it bored of it as he bends down, destroying even more of the building.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Dragonite lowered its head, its massive neck scraping against the remaining ceiling, sending more debris crashing down. It let out a soft huff, a puff of air that rustled Raichu's fur.

And casually flicks its nail as Raichu got launched through walls from that. With a single, almost lazy flick of its massive claw, Dragonite sent Raichu flying.

The electric mouse became a tiny projectile, soaring across the gym and crashing through the far wall with a loud CRASH. It was out cold.

All stayed stunned silent. Lt. Surge, the referee, and the spectators were completely frozen, their eyes wide, their mouths agape.

The destruction, the casual display of overwhelming power, had rendered them speechless. The silence was absolute, save for the distant sound of crumbling debris.

After a few moments later, the referee, who got out of it first, announced my win. He stammered, his voice trembling, "R-Raichu is unable to battle! The winner is... Zevion!" His voice seemed to break the spell.

Letting everyone out of their stupor. Lt. Surge stood there, his usual bravado completely shattered, his face pale. He looked at the hole in his gym, then at Dragonite, then back at me, a look of utter defeat in his eyes.

Easy win for me. I walked over to the now-silent Gym Leader.

He numbly handed over the Thunder Badge, a gold lightning bolt, his hand shaking slightly. He didn't say a word, completely humbled.

I got my Thunder Badge as I got Dragonite back. With a flash of light, Dragonite vanished, leaving behind a gaping hole in the roof and a truly stunned Gym Leader.

And I went back to the Pokémon Center, my mission accomplished, another badge secured, another arrogant trainer humbled. The journey continued, and I was just getting started.