In the northern area of Yuan County, waves of Pokémon poured out of the No. 36 Intermediate Secret Realm, clashing with a gathered line of Trainers.
These Trainers, mostly not locals, had been in the area by coincidence, drawn to the scene by the breakout.
Among the approximately 300 defenders, most were ordinary or Advanced Trainers, though three were pseudo-Elite, acting as the main force holding back the onslaught.
However, as more Pokémon surged through the gates, the strength of the defensive line began to weaken.
One pseudo-Elite Trainer had already seen his three main Pokémon incapacitated, overwhelmed by the relentless swarm.
The rioting Pokémon showed no signs of rationality. Under normal circumstances, the mere presence of a pseudo-Elite Pokémon would have been enough to intimidate and deter most them.
Leading the response team, Principal and teachers from Yuan County's No. 1 Middle School quickly joined the battle.
"Alen, hurry up and fall back"
Principal Brown called urgently, stepping in to replace the young Trainer who had just lost his three main Pokémon.
Though he was also a pseudo-Elite, due to age Principal Brown's strength wasn't as good as before.
"Teacher, are you serious? How can I leave now?"
"Blaziken, Charizard, Magmortar!"
Principal Brown released his three Pokémon. Despite his pseudo-Elite status, these three were the only Pokémon he had.
The fire-type trio bore scars across their bodies, evidence of countless battles. Without hesitation, they charged into the fray, unleashing a barrage of fiery moves on the rioting Pokémon.
With their pseudo-Elite strength, they overwhelmed the chaotic Pokémon around them, bringing order to the area in bursts of flame.
"You're still young! Get out of here—I'll handle this!" Principal Brown Roared.
He knew that young trainers held endless potential. This riot in the secret realm was only beginning, and having survived two previous Pokémon riots, he understood the toll they took. Those experiences had left him with just three main Pokémon.
He didn't want his students to suffer the same fate. To him, asking them to leave wasn't about desertion but a tactical retreat to protect their future.
Meanwhile, the number of rampaging Pokémon had surged from over 10,000 to nearly 20,000, with an increasing number reaching Advanced strength.
"Ludicolo!"
A Trainer watched helplessly as his Ludicolo was overwhelmed and severely injured by a swarm of seven or eight Advanced Beedrills.
From where he stood, he couldn't recall his Pokémon with the Poké Ball—it was out of range, forcing him to witness Ludicolo's die here.
Among the 300 Trainers present, nearly everyone had already lost at least one Pokémon.
The Poké Ball retrieval limit was capped at 400 meters, but stepping within that range meant risking being torn apart by the rampaging Pokémon.
"Crack.. Crack..."
Suddenly, the ground cracked open, and a Sandslash burst from beneath. Before the Trainer could react, its claws slashed across his throat.
Nearby, the Trainer's Weezing saw the tragic sight, watching its Trainer fall with a mix of sorrow and rage in its eyes.
Unable to contain its grief, Weezing began to glow with a dazzling white light.
"Boom!!!"
An explosion erupted, instantly blowing away hundreds of the surrounding Pokémon. Those nearest to Weezing were instantly killed, leaving a cleared space in the aftermath of its sacrifice.
From the crater, Weezing, battered and barely clinging to life, struggled to rise one last time. Its gaze turned toward its fallen Trainer, but before it could take a final look, the relentless horde of rioting Pokémon closed in, engulfing it completely.
"Damn it!"
"MF**ker"
"Wooo...."
"Why hasn't the rescue arrived?"
"Where's our Elite Trainers?"
Above, a lone Pidgeot circled, capturing the scene below with a live broadcast camera strapped around its neck, broadcasting the chaos to anyone watching.
At that moment, Julian, racing through the skies on Dragonite's back, reached the skies above Yuan County. The scene was grim: groups of Flying-type Pokémon were attacking people below, spreading panic through the fleeing crowd.
"Metagross, Dragonite, kill down!"
Julian's voice was cold, his usual restraint pushed aside. He saw in the blood-red eyes of the rioting Pokémon that they were beyond reason.
Without hesitation, Metagross and Dragonite began clearing the skies.
"Jiggly.. puff..."
His phone rang, and glancing down, he saw it was his grandfather.
"Hey, Grandpa" Julian answered.
"Julian, are you in Yuan County?"
"Yes, I just arrived."
"Grandpa, have you figured out the reason for this Pokémon riot?"
There's a reason for any secret realm Pokémon riot and addressing that cause could stop it.
"Yes, It's the work of the 'Z' Organization. They must've placed a device in Secret Realm No. 36 that's driving the Pokémon mad and causing this riot."
"The Trainer Association's nearest Elite is on the way. They'll enter the realm to shut down the device. For now, your mission is to keep those rioting Pokémon from reaching the county."
Julian looked north, spotting the endless wave of Pokémon crashing against the line of defending Trainers, who looked close to being overwhelmed.
"It's too late, Grandpa. I have to go into the Secret Realm myself"
Julian replied, ending the call.
"Lucario, Slowking, help the people evacuate!"
The two Pokémon nodded, knowing the gravity of the task.
Julian rode Dragonite northward with Metagross by his side. He spotted a construction worker, eyes shut as he braced for a Fearow's attack. Dragonite unleashed a precise Thunderbolt, dropping the Fearow instantly, and then Julian tossed a packet of hemostatic powder down to the man.
Startled, the worker opened his eyes, catching sight of Fearow lying lifeless and the hemostatic packet falling into his hands.
Glancing up, he caught sight of a yellow blur as Julian sped off into the distance.
"Dad always said I was blessed," he murmured, cradling his injured Machoke and looking at the medicine in awe. "Looks like he was right after all."
Taking the hemostatic powder, the construction worker turned to the nearby injured middle-aged man, showing him the packet with a grin. "You would have been dead, but you met me, and due to my luck, you also survived."
Meanwhile, Lucario and Slowking had begun assisting in the crowd's evacuation.
Lucario lifted a separated child onto its back, tossing Aura Spheres to fend off nearby attackers.
Slowking, focusing with fierce determination, used Psychic to bring down Flying Pokémon and transport injured civilians to safety.
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