Pokémon: The Gaming System

A/N: Guys please get me few more 5-Star Reviews just enough that this fan fic can be rated atleast for now. Also can you guys tell me your thoughts about which special pokemons you want from Kanto? Like that massive Dragonite. Tell me your thoughts about it.

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After we packed our things, the morning sun was already high, casting long shadows as we emerged from the forest. The air was fresh, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant flowers, a pleasant contrast to the stale air of the Pokémon Center.

I recalled my Pokémon back into their Poké Balls, the familiar light show a comforting presence in the early light. I had a lot planned for today, and it involved a very specific, very powerful bird. My fingers twitched, eager to begin the next phase of my grand design.

We walked for a while, the path gradually widening as we approached the outskirts of Cerulean City. The familiar hum of distant traffic and the faint cries of city Pokémon began to fill the air, signaling our arrival.

The concrete underfoot replaced the soft forest floor, and buildings started to appear in the distance, growing larger with every step.

Misty, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly perked up. Her eyes, usually focused on the road ahead, now darted excitedly towards a particular landmark. It was a large, brightly colored building in the distance, adorned with a giant seashell motif.

"Okay, this is my stop!" she announced, pointing towards it with a flourish. It was a water-themed gym, unmistakably hers, radiating a cool, aquatic aura even from afar.

"I've got some... family business to take care of." She gave a vague wave of her hand, avoiding eye contact, a slight grimace on her face. The "family business" always seemed to involve her older sisters.

Ash, ever oblivious to social cues, just nodded.

"Oh, okay, Misty! See ya later!" he chirped, completely missing the underlying tension in her voice. Pikachu, perched on his shoulder, gave a cheerful "Pika-Pika!"

Brock, however, gave her a knowing look, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. He understood the dynamics of the Cerulean Gym.

Then she turned to us. "Well, it was... interesting traveling with you guys. See you around, maybe." Her tone was a mix of genuine farewell and a desperate desire to escape.

With a quick wave, she darted off towards her gym, practically sprinting, as if fearing her sisters might appear at any moment to drag her in. It was clear she wasn't looking forward to whatever "family business" entailed.

Brock also decided to split off for a bit. He stretched, adjusting the straps of his backpack.

"I'm going to head into town and stock up on some essentials," he announced, his voice practical.

"We'll need more food, medical supplies, and maybe some new cooking utensils. You two go on ahead." He gave me a pointed look, a silent warning. "Don't get into too much trouble."

I just nodded, a small smirk playing on my lips. Trouble was my middle name, especially when it came to exploiting game mechanics.

"No promises, Brock," I replied, my voice light. He just chuckled, shaking his head, a resigned smile on his face. With a final wave, he headed towards the bustling market district, disappearing into the crowd.

That left me with Ash. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his eyes bright with eagerness.

"So, what's first?" he asked, his voice full of boundless energy.

"Gym battle? Catching new Pokémon?" He was always ready for the next adventure, always looking for a challenge.

"Pokémon Center," I stated simply. My voice was calm, a stark contrast to his excitement.

"I've got some Pokémon to transfer." Ash blinked, surprised, but then nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, cool! Are they the Clefairies from Mt. Moon?" he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity, already putting the pieces together.

"Yep," I confirmed. "A whole bunch of Clefairies."

His excitement was genuine, and it gave me the perfect segue, a natural path to my next objective.

We made our way to the Pokémon Center, a familiar beacon of healing and communication. Its bright red roof and welcoming sign stood out against the city skyline.

The interior was clean and bright, filled with the soft hum of machinery and the gentle chatter of trainers. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and freshly brewed coffee, a comforting, familiar scent.

I approached the counter, where a kind Nurse Joy greeted us with her usual serene smile. Her Chansey stood dutifully beside her, ready to assist. Ash immediately get into the PC to make video call, eager to share his latest discoveries.

"Professor Oak, I've got someone I want you to meet!" he said to the screen.

The screen flickered, and Professor Oak's familiar, kindly face appeared. He looked a bit rumpled, as if he'd just woken up from a nap or been pulled away from an intense research session, but his eyes were bright with curiosity.

"Ash, my boy! What is it? Have you caught a new Pokémon?" he boomed, his voice warm and jovial, a deep, resonant sound.

Ash introduced me, stumbling over my name slightly in his excitement.

"Professor, this is... uh... my friend! We just came from Mt. Moon!" He gestured wildly between me and the monitor in his enthusiasm. Pikachu chirped a greeting from his shoulder.

I also greeted him, trying to sound respectful but casual.

"Professor Oak, it's an honor. My name is Zevion." I offered a polite nod, even though he couldn't really see it clearly through the grainy video feed. It felt surreal, talking to a character I'd only ever seen on a screen.

Then I started telling him about our adventure in Mt. Moon, carefully omitting the part about me stealing the Moon Stone. I focused on the plight of the Clefairies, their sadness over the "lost" stone, and their willingness to seek a new home. I painted a picture of a desperate, displaced community, emphasizing their innocent nature.

"And well," I continued, choosing my words carefully, "I found these Clefairies, a whole colony of them, who were... well, they were a bit lost after their Moon Stone disappeared. And they were looking for a new place to live, somewhere safe, with plenty of food."

I emphasized the "food" part, knowing it was the real clincher, the universal language of Pokémon.

"And I have those Clefairies that I would like to store but don't have a space or time to care each of them," I explained, gesturing vaguely towards my bag where the Poké Balls rested.

"A whole bunch of them, actually. More than I can reasonably look after on my journey, especially with all the traveling I'll be doing."

Professor Oak listened intently, his expression shifting from curiosity to thoughtful consideration. He stroked his chin, a familiar gesture, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought.

"A colony of Clefairies, you say? Displaced from Mt. Moon? Fascinating, truly fascinating." His eyes gleamed with scientific interest, already imagining the research possibilities.

He nods thoughtfully and agreed to store them for me and take care of them.

"Of course, my boy! Any Pokémon in need of a home is welcome at my ranch. And a whole colony of Clefairies... that would be an invaluable opportunity for research! Their unique connection to the Moon Stone, their behaviors... oh, the data!"

He seemed genuinely thrilled at the prospect, practically rubbing his hands together.

"It would be good for his research to have many Clefairies with you," I added, reinforcing the benefit to him, making it sound like I was doing him a favor.

"They're quite unique, Professor. Very... particular about their living conditions, and especially their meals." I gave a subtle emphasis on the particular part, hinting at their demanding palates.

I told him that they will be expecting delicious food, every day. I made sure to stress the "delicious" part, remembering their enthusiastic reaction in the cave.

"They're very fond of good meals, Professor. It was actually a big part of convincing them to come along. They have surprisingly refined tastes for wild Pokémon."

He chuckled, a hearty laugh that boomed through the PC, making Ash jump slightly. "Delicious food, you say? No problem at all! My ranch hands are excellent cooks, and we have plenty of resources for our Pokémon. They'll be well-fed and happy, I assure you!"

He laughed it off, completely oblivious to the extent of my "negotiation" tactics. He probably thought I was just being a caring trainer.

After that, we sent all the Clefairies to him. Nurse Joy, with Ash's help, guided me through the transfer process. One by one, the Poké Balls clicked into the transfer machine, and with a flash of light, the Clefairies were beamed away to Professor Oak's ranch. Ash watched, mesmerized, as each one disappeared, a look of awe on his face.

"Wow! That's so cool!" Ash exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"They're gonna love Professor Oak's lab! He's got so much space, and a huge pond, and a forest... they'll be so happy!" He was genuinely excited for them, his pure-hearted nature shining through or maybe his dense character shining through?

"I'm sure they will," I replied, a satisfied smile on my face. My secret was safe, and the Clefairies had a new, well-fed home.

Win-win. The thought of a whole colony of Clefairies happily munching on gourmet Pokémon food at Oak's expense was a small, private victory.

With the transfer complete, I made my way to the reception desk.

"Well, Ash," I said, "I'm going to go book a room here at the Pokémon Center. I need to get some rest and plan my next moves."

Ash nodded, already practically vibrating with excitement. "Yeah! Time for my next badge! See you later!"

And with that, he dashed off, presumably to get his Pokémon ready for battle against Misty's sisters which turn into fighting Misty. His boundless energy was almost tiring to watch, but also a little inspiring.

I watched him go, then turned to Nurse Joy. "A room for the night, please." Today's plan? Completing the game. Or at least, making a significant dent in it.

My eyes narrowed slightly. It was time to unleash the true power. The quiet hum of the Pokémon Center was a stark contrast to the storm I was about to unleash in the digital world.

I can't use my starters for this. Grovyle, Combusken, and Marshtomp were strong, certainly, and their recent evolutions had given them a significant boost. But they were still relatively normal Pokémon, bound by the usual rules of growth and battle.

Also I need them to keep up the show of promising young trainer not a legendary Pokémon trainer, atleast not yet. For what I was about to do, I needed something far beyond "normal" but a secretive, I needed overwhelming, undeniable force, a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

So I'm gonna power push through sheer level of my Moltres. It was safely tucked away in its Master Ball, a silent promise of destruction. Its level 80 power was already absurd, a force of nature in its own right, but against early to mid-game gym leaders, it would be an absolute massacre. It felt a little like overkill, but that was precisely the point.

I settled into my room, closed the door, and activated the system. The familiar interface glowed, pulling me back into the digital world of Hoenn. My Moltres, a fiery avatar of destruction, was ready.

I crushed through every opponent I met. The strategy was simple, almost laughably so: Moltres. One Flamethrower, maybe a Wing Attack if I was feeling fancy, and poof, the opponent's Pokémon was down, often in a single, devastating hit. There was no finesse, no strategy, just raw, unadulterated power, a blazing trail of victory.

I skip any battle I can, using the environment or simply running past trainers. Every non-essential battle was a waste of precious time, a delay in my relentless march towards the badges. My goal was speed, efficiency, and badges, and nothing else mattered. I was a whirlwind of progression.

I even used Super Repels to not get any unwanted encounters. The digital world seemed to part before me, leaving me a clear path to my objectives.

Wild Pokémon shied away from my presence, their icons flickering and disappearing from the mini-map. It felt almost like walking through a cheat code, which, in a way, it was.

My first target was Wattson in Mauville City. The journey there was a blur, a rapid succession of towns and routes flashing past. I bypassed Route 5 and 6, taking the quickest path possible, ignoring any side quests or optional areas.

Mauville City itself was a bustling, modern city, filled with shops and a large game corner, its neon lights a stark contrast to the natural beauty of the routes. But my eyes were fixed on the gym, a beacon of my next objective.

Wattson's gym was a maze of electric gates and switches, a puzzle designed to test a trainer's electrical knowledge and patience. Trainers stood guard, ready to challenge any who entered, their electric-type Pokémon buzzing with energy. But I didn't engage them.

I simply activated my Moltres, its fiery aura causing the electric gates to flicker and short out, bypassing the puzzles entirely. The trainers stared, bewildered, as I walked right past them, a trail of smoke in my wake.

After all it's a legendary Pokémon so I thought maybe I can destroy the puzzles and it did. I guess the profit of it been not the normal game.

I crushed Wattson's electric Pokémon easily. Wattson himself was a jovial, eccentric old man, full of bad puns and a love for electricity.

He greeted me with a hearty laugh, his white lab coat almost sparkling with static, but his smile faltered the moment Moltres appeared, its fiery wings filling the battle arena.

"Ho ho ho! A fiery bird, eh? Well, let's see how you handle my electrifying team!" he chuckled, sending out his Magneton, its three spheres humming with power.

Moltres let out a majestic cry, a sound like a roaring furnace. One Flamethrower later, Magneton was a pile of scorched metal, its magnetic fields utterly disrupted. The battle was over in seconds.

"W-what?!" Wattson stammered, his eyes wide behind his thick glasses. "That's... that's quite a spark! My Magneton... it's never been defeated so quickly!"

His Manectric and Electrike suffered the same fate. They barely had time to register Moltres's presence before they were engulfed in a wave of fire. It was brutally efficient, almost comical in its one-sidedness, like swatting flies with a flamethrower. Wattson's laughter was replaced by stunned silence, his puns forgotten.

And got the Dynamo Badge. Wattson, though clearly bewildered by the sheer power, was a good sport. He handed over the badge with a sigh, a look of profound contemplation on his face.

"Well, I certainly haven't seen power like that before! You've got a real... shocking Pokémon there, young trainer!" he managed, still trying for a pun, but it lacked its usual zest. The badge felt warm, buzzing faintly with residual electricity.

Next one was Flannery with her fire types in Lavaridge Town. The journey to Lavaridge was through the scorching desert, a vast expanse of sand and rock that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The heat was intense, even through the system's interface, making the air shimmer, but Moltres seemed to thrive in it, its flames burning even brighter, almost as if drawing energy from the environment.

I encountered a few wild Trapinch and Sandshrew, but they quickly fled from Moltres's intimidating presence, burrowing into the sand to escape the heat. One poor Cacnea tried to attack, its spiky arms raised, only to wilt instantly from the sheer heat radiating off my legendary. It was almost sad, but I had a schedule to keep, and a desert to cross.

Lavaridge Town was built around a volcanic hot spring, the air thick with steam and the smell of sulfur. The gym itself was a giant hot tub, with trainers lounging in the steaming water, looking remarkably relaxed for a gym. It was a bizarre, almost relaxing setting for a gym battle, a stark contrast to the fiery power I wielded.

Flannery, a young, passionate trainer with fiery red hair, greeted me with equally fiery enthusiasm.

"Welcome to the Lavaridge Gym! Prepare to be burned by the heat of my passion!" she declared, striking a dramatic pose, a small flame flickering in her hand. She sent out her Slugma, its molten body glowing.

Which was easy for my lvl 80 Moltres. It was like fighting fire with a supernova. Slugma, Torkoal, and Camerupt all fell in a single hit each.

Moltres barely exerted itself, its flames a beautiful, devastating display, incinerating its opponents before they could even launch an attack. The steam in the gym thickened with the sudden heat.

"No way!" Flannery cried, her jaw dropping, her fiery passion momentarily extinguished by sheer disbelief. "My Pokémon... they didn't even get a chance to attack! Your Moltres is... it's like a living volcano!"

I got Heat Badge as well. Flannery, though defeated, still managed a brave smile, her eyes wide with awe.

"You're incredibly strong! I've learned a lot today!" she said, handing over the badge. It was a small, red badge, warm to the touch, feeling like a miniature ember in my palm.

Then I make my way to the Norman and it started getting the feeling that level difference was getting shorter now from his normal type.

Getting to Petalburg City involved backtracking through the desert and then heading west through more familiar, greener routes. The city felt familiar, almost like a second home after my brief stay there at the beginning of my journey, a quiet, suburban haven.

Norman's gym was unique, a series of rooms with different battle conditions, designed to test a trainer's versatility and strategy. But with Moltres, versatility wasn't really needed.

Raw power was enough. The trainers inside looked intimidated the moment Moltres appeared, its fiery presence radiating through the gym.

His Slaking, a notoriously powerful Normal-type, was a bit of a concern due to its Truant ability, which made it only attack every other turn. But even with that, Moltres's sheer level advantage made it trivial.

One powerful move, and Slaking was down before it could even get its second turn, its immense bulk collapsing with a thud.

His Vigoroth and Spinda were similarly crushed, their normal-type attacks useless against the overwhelming fire. It was less of a battle and more of an execution, a swift, decisive display of dominance.

Norman, a calm and collected Gym Leader, watched with a thoughtful expression, his usual composed demeanor slightly ruffled by the sheer speed of the defeat.

"Remarkable," he stated, his voice even, devoid of emotion.

"Your Moltres possesses an incredible amount of power. I haven't seen a Pokémon with such raw strength in a long time. It truly defies conventional training methods." He was analytical, not emotional, already trying to process the anomaly.

But I still easily defeat him and get the Balance Badge. Norman handed it over with a respectful nod, his gaze steady.

"You have clearly trained your Pokémon exceptionally well. This badge is well-deserved, a testament to your unconventional strength."

The Balance Badge felt solid and heavy in my hand, a symbol of my overwhelming might, a weight that hinted at the power I now commanded.

I get to my next gym with Winona and her flying types in Fortree City. The journey to Fortree was through a dense forest, leading to a city built entirely within the treetops.

It was a beautiful, unique place, with wooden bridges connecting various tree houses, and the sounds of bird Pokémon filling the air. It felt like stepping into an enchanted forest.

Winona's gym was an open-air arena, perched high among the branches, with strong winds blowing through it, designed to give her flying types an advantage.

Trainers floated on updrafts, challenging me from above, their Pokémon soaring gracefully. But Moltres was a flying type itself, and a fire type, making it very effective against her team.

I also defeat her easily as I had fire type advantage. Her Altaria, Pelipper, and Skarmory were all formidable, well-trained Pokémon, but Moltres's Flamethrower was simply too much.

It was an aerial ballet of fire and feathers, with Moltres always coming out on top, its flames cutting through the wind with ease.

"Oh my!" Winona exclaimed, her elegant composure briefly faltering as her final Pokémon fell.

"Such magnificent power! Your Moltres truly soars above the rest, a blazing star in the sky!" She was graceful in defeat, a true aerial artist, appreciating the beauty of the overwhelming force.

Before going to next gym, I get myself more rare candies. I had a few left from my initial cheat, but I needed more.

A quick trip into the PC, another activation of the infinite rare candy cheat, and my inventory was overflowing once more. It felt like printing money, but for Pokémon levels, an endless supply of instant power.

And level up my Moltres to level 100. This was the traditional cap, the pinnacle of power in the games. I fed it candies, watching the numbers climb, anticipating the moment it would stop, the familiar "ding" of a level up sounding repeatedly.

The light around Moltres grew brighter and brighter, its form radiating immense energy, almost blinding me.

But I mistakenly given it 1 more rare candy and it turn to lvl 101. My brain stopped for a movement at that. The number flickered on the screen, then settled.

101. It wasn't possible. Level 100 was the max. Everyone knew that. It was a fundamental law of the Pokémon world, etched into every game, every guide.

"What?" The word escaped my lips, a soft whisper of disbelief. My eyes were glued to the screen, trying to process the impossible. Are you telling me there is no lvl 100 limit?

This changed everything. The fundamental rules of Pokémon, as I knew them, were being rewritten right before my eyes. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications.

But I calm myself down as Pokémon Insurgence had a level limit of 120 lvl. So maybe this system had a similar, higher cap.

It wasn't completely unprecedented, just unexpected for a "mainline" game experience. My curiosity, however, was now thoroughly piqued. This wasn't just a game anymore; it was a dynamic, evolving reality with hidden depths.

But now my curiosity got better of me as I start giving it rare candies non stop. If there was no level 100 limit, then what was the limit? Could I push it further?

Could I create something truly unprecedented, a Pokémon of unimaginable power, a living god among creatures like 1000lvl magicarp to defeat Arcecus? The temptation was irresistible, a siren's call to boundless strength.

I fed Moltres candy after candy, the numbers on its status screen climbing higher and higher, past 110, then 120, 130...

The light around it never faded, instead growing more intense, more vibrant. Its fiery aura expanded, filling the digital space, a testament to its ever-increasing might. Each level felt like a new discovery, a new frontier.

By the time my hands on rare candies were finished, it my Moltres was lvl 150. The sheer number was staggering, almost unbelievable. It wasn't just a Pokémon anymore; it was a force of nature, a living god of fire, a blazing comet of destruction.

Its aura was so intense, I could almost feel the heat radiating from the screen, even through the interface.

But no sign of it limiting even stats are growing not just aesthetic number for lvl but actual increase. I checked its stats meticulously, scrolling through the numbers. Attack, Special Attack, Speed, Defense, Special Defense, HP—all of them were still climbing, steadily increasing with each level.

This wasn't just a visual glitch; it was real, tangible growth, a true ascent to unparalleled power. The implications were immense, almost frightening.

With that, I sweep through the 7th gym by breeze, Tate & Liza's psychic Pokémon. The journey to Mossdeep City was long, involving a ferry ride across the ocean. The sea air was invigorating, and the distant cries of Wingull filled the air.

Mossdeep was a unique city, built on an island, famous for its space center and twin Gym Leaders, a beacon of scientific advancement.

Their gym was a double battle, a unique challenge that required careful coordination and strategic thinking. Tate and Liza, two young, powerful psychics, stood side-by-side, their Solrock and Lunatone floating serenely beside them, their eyes closed in concentration. They greeted me with synchronized voices, an eerie, almost ethereal harmony.

"Welcome, challenger," they chanted in unison. "Prepare to face the cosmic power of the stars and moon!"

Honestly, I didn't thought it would be that easy. Moltres, at level 150, unleashed a single, devastating Flamethrower. Solrock and Lunatone, despite their psychic prowess and type advantage, were utterly annihilated in one hit, their stony forms crumbling to ash. The double battle was over before it even began, a blink-and-you-miss-it affair.

Tate and Liza opened their eyes, their expressions a mixture of shock and awe.

"Incredible!" they chorused, their synchronized voices now filled with genuine astonishment.

"Such power... it defies all logic! It's like a supernova in Pokémon form!" They were completely bewildered, their carefully crafted strategy shattered by sheer overwhelming force.

Now I am ready for Rayquaza main story part. With seven badges in hand, the path to the Pokémon League was almost clear. But first, the legendary crisis.

The clash between Groudon and Kyogre, and the intervention of Rayquaza. This was the true climax of the Hoenn region, the moment the world would be saved, or destroyed.

I also opened the shiny Pokémon encounter cheat just to get the Rayquaza shiny when I catch it.

If I was going to catch a legendary, it might as well be the rarest, most visually stunning version. The thought of a black and gold Rayquaza, shimmering against the sky, was too appealing to pass up. It would be the ultimate trophy, a testament to my unique abilities.

The story gone the normal way. I followed the plot points, observing the escalating conflict between Team Aqua and Team Magma.

Their foolish leaders, Archie and Maxie, were still convinced they could control ancient powers for their own misguided goals, oblivious to the true scale of the forces they were awakening.

Team Aqua and Magma summoned the Groudon and Kyogre but in primal form. This was one more simple change, a minor deviation from the original game.

Instead of their regular forms, the two titans emerged in their more powerful, ancient forms, radiating even greater energy, their roars shaking the very foundations of the digital world. It was a grander spectacle, certainly, a true clash of cool looking Pokémons.

I guess it one more simple change. My reaction was mostly a mental shrug. More power, less effort for me. It just meant the stakes were visually higher, but the outcome was still predetermined. My Moltres could probably handle them both, but the plot required a specific resolution.

I easily defeat Team Aqua and Magma, their grunts and leaders falling before Moltres's might.

Their plans crumbled, their machines shattered, and their dreams of world domination evaporated under the intense heat. They were mere speed bumps on my path to the true legendary encounter, easily dispatched.

And soon Rayquaza came, turned into Mega Rayquaza and stop both Kyogre and Groudon and all three go away. The sky split open, and the majestic green dragon descended, its roar shaking the very foundations of the world.

It then mega evolved, transforming into an even more awe-inspiring form, its power radiating across the land, a beacon of cosmic authority.

Rayquaza's sheer presence quelled the raging titans. Groudon and Kyogre, humbled, retreated, their primal forms dissolving back into the earth and sea, their battle abruptly ended.

The storm clouds dissipated, and the sun broke through, signaling the end of the crisis. It was a truly epic cinematic, even from my detached perspective, a grand finale to a world-saving event.

I go and to the last gym. Sootopolis City, an ancient city built inside a giant crater, accessible only by diving underwater or through a secret cave. It was a breathtaking sight, a city of crystal and water, shimmering under the sunlight.

Juan, the elegant Water-type Gym Leader, awaited, his reputation for grace and power preceding him.

Juan and his water type Pokémon. His gym was an elaborate ice puzzle, requiring careful navigation to avoid falling through the brittle ice.

Trainers guarded each section, their Pokémon sliding gracefully across the frozen floor. But Moltres's heat melted the ice and their Pokémon with equal ease. The path to Juan was clear, if a bit watery.

Sure it was not that easy but only if it was before I had no cheats. His Kingdra, Milotic, and Walrein were powerful, well-trained Pokémon, each a master of the water element.

In a normal playthrough, this would have been a challenging battle, requiring careful type matching and strategy, a test of a trainer's skill.

But now? One move per Pokémon. Moltres, at level 150, was simply unstoppable.

A single Flamethrower was enough to evaporate even Juan's strongest Pokémon, leaving behind only steam and a faint smell of ozone. It was less a battle and more a demonstration of absolute power, a swift, decisive victory.

And I got my final Rain Badge. Juan, ever the gentleman, accepted his defeat with grace, a faint smile on his lips.

"Your power is truly magnificent, young trainer," he said, handing over the badge. "You have mastered the flames, and now, the rain bows before you."

The Rain Badge, shaped like a raindrop, felt cool and smooth in my palm, a symbol of my complete dominance over the Hoenn League.

I go to the Sky Pillar and found it. The ancient tower, shrouded in mist, stood tall and imposing, reaching into the clouds.

The climb was long, filled with crumbling stairs and wild Pokémon that scattered at my approach, but my focus was unwavering. This was it. The final prize, the ultimate capture.

The Rayquaza. Not any normal but a shiny one. It coiled majestically at the top of the pillar, its scales a shimmering black and gold, its eyes a piercing red, like rubies.

It was even more stunning than I had imagined, a truly magnificent creature, a celestial serpent of unparalleled beauty.

A 70 level shiny Rayquaza from cheat and easily capture it as well with Master Ball. The Master Ball flew, connected, and with a flash of light, the majestic black dragon was mine.

Another legend, another effortless capture, a testament to the system's power and my willingness to exploit it.

After getting it, I found it got Dragon Ascent already learned as well. This was a bonus, a powerful flying-dragon-type move that was usually exclusive to Mega Rayquaza, requiring specific conditions to learn.

It meant I wouldn't even need to teach it. Perfect. One less thing to worry about, one more advantage in my arsenal.

I got myself 80 rare candies. A final trip into the PC, another quick cheat activation. It was almost routine now, the casual acquisition of immense power, a simple transaction in the digital realm. My inventory was once again overflowing with the glowing candies.

And level it up to 150 level. Just like Moltres, Rayquaza soared through the levels, its stats skyrocketing with each rare candy.

Its black and gold form seemed to pulse with raw, untamed energy, its power growing exponentially. Now I had two level 150 legends, two absolute titans under my command. The thought was intoxicating, almost overwhelming.

I look out and saw it was already too late at night. The moon hung high in the sky, a silver disc against the velvet blackness, casting a silvery glow over the landscape.

The day had flown by in a blur of battles and legendary captures, a whirlwind of digital conquest. My body felt tired, but my mind was buzzing with triumph, a quiet hum of satisfaction.

So I go and get to eating dinner. Back at the Pokémon Center, the cafeteria was quiet, most trainers already asleep or out exploring. I grabbed a tray, my usual simple meal, but it tasted like victory tonight, a feast earned through strategic cheating and overwhelming power.

Get myself and Combusken, Grovyle, and Marshtomp start eating. My loyal trio, who had been patiently waiting, devoured their food with gusto, their evolved appetites seemingly endless.

They had been sidelined for most of the day, but they were still my core team, my first companions, and my facade that I am just a normal talented Pokémon trainer. I also made sure they were well-fed.

After that, I we get to sleep. The day had been monumental. The Hoenn region, effectively conquered, its Gym Leaders and even its legendary crisis reduced to mere stepping stones.

Two legendary Pokémon, leveled to an unprecedented degree, now under my command. The future was wide open, and I couldn't wait to see what impossible feats I could achieve next. The possibilities seemed endless.