The 'Z' anization stood as one of the world's most infamous terrorist groups, its members devout followers of Zygarde, the legendary Pokémon symbolizing the cept of 'order'. The anization spanned over a tury ience, leaving nearly every major try scarred by its attacks.

  Despite multiple attempts by many nations uniting to disma, the anization still existed.

  The emergence of Pokémon had reshaped not only human lives but also beliefs, with anizations like this springing up, their loyalty often pledged to mythical Pokémon.

  Sions without a stable gover remained gripped in their influence, with such groups often leaving small nations in disarray.

  This plexity art of why the Z anization had yet to be eradicated.

  With members scattered across tries with unstable regimes, particurly i Africa, where nearly 50 small natioed, eliminating it was nearly impossible in the ongoing turmoil.

  (T/N: I didn't ge the name for Africa, cause it's the first time I came across the author using real world name for a try/ti)

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  Principal Brown's three Fire-type Pokémon, though pseudo-Elite, were still somewhat old, and also injured from past battles.

  In the midst of the chaos, an Advanced-level Azumarill targeted Bziken's back with a powerful Water Gun, causing Bziken to stumble. Then, two Arbok lunged forward, coiling around Bziken, their fangs sinking in to deliver venom.

  "Bziken, hold on!"

  Principal Brown's urgent voice cut through, breathing new life into the worn Bziken.

  Fmes bzed from its body, scorg the Arbok enough to make them recoil in pain.

  Just as Bziken grabbed them by the neck, a pulse of purple light weake, f it to let go.

  The Arboks took the opportunity to release venom spray, the toxins finally taking their toll. Bziken staggered, its powerful frame eventually succumbing to the poison.

  "Bziken!"

  Principal Brown's voice trembled, his aged faow filled with tears. Another old friend had left him.

  "Not good."

  But there was no time frief. Bziken's absence left a dangerous gap in the defensive line. As a pseudo-Elite, Bziken had held back a signifit number of rioting Pokémon.

  With it gone, nearly 500 Pokémon surged through the breach, closing in on over 300 Trainers positioned beyond the line.

  Panic rippled through the Trainers.

  Many had deployed all of their Pokémon and some kept one, keeping it in reserve for emergencies, yet their backup was no match for the ining swarm.

  And the number of Pokémon was stantly increasing.

  "We're finished…"

  "What now? Someone… anyone, save us!"

  "They said Pokémon and humans were friends… why is this happening?"

  The distress alpable, broadcast live to tless viewers online, each wishing desperately for a hero to intervene.

  "This time, it's over. I guess my wife and children will really be taken care of by you."

  The prospective Elite Trainer g the oning horde of Pokémon, f a wry smile. After sending a voice message from his phone, he retrieved his Eevee, the little Pokémon valiantly defending him despite being only level 6.

  He threw the Poké Ball hard, ung it high into the air.

  "Pidgeot, take Eevee home"

  Pidgeot, the trusty panion carrying a camera around its neck, caught the Poké Ball in midair and swooped down, attempting to take away its Traioo.

  However, a Fearow and a Pidgeot intercepted its path, blog the way.

  With only 300 meters separating the gap from the Trainers, they braced themselves. Faces dispyed a mixture of emotions—ce, fear, resignation, and defiance.

  The sight of over 500 Pokémon charging through the defensive gap, now less than 300 meters away, sent a wave of dread through the remaining 300 Trainers.

  Their faces showed every emotion—some were resolute, ripped by fear or panid a few even resigo their fate.

  "I... I'm sorry. I don't want to die."

  A Trainer whispered, shame evident as he turned and ran, even leaving his Pokémon still fighting in front of him.

  In this world, very few people could truly face death. Even if one had resolved to front it, but wheh really es, you would still be afraid and fearful.

  Nearly half of the remaining Trainers broke rank, fleeing in desperation. As they left, the defensive line crumbled, and nearly 20,000 Pokémon surged forward, breaking through.

  The rest were left behind.

  "Ahhh! Cowards… damers!"

  "Don't judge them, Who isn't afraid of death?"

  "But that's no excuse! By abandoning them, they're risking the lives of two million people in Yuan ty!"

  Although Pidgeot was engaged in battle with two Pokémon, and the video was shaky and chaotic, but this se was still captured.

  The rest of the Trainers looked desperate, uo flee. Even if they had wao escape, it was already too te. As they watched the fleeing Trainers, there was no bme, only a hint of pity.

  Despite their speed, escape was impossible. If they had stayed and the defensive line had held, there might have been a ce for survival.

  But now, it was clear: everyone was fag certaih.

  All that was left was the hope they'd bought enough time for the people of Yuan ty to evacuate.

  "Activate the 10-Minute Elite Experience Card"

  Julian finally arrived, and what he saw was the broken defense line.

  Nearly 20,000 rioting Pokémon, with it's current strength, Metagross couldn't stop them. Fortunately, Julian had the 10-minute Elite experience card.

  This card had inally been intended for use in the Advanced secret realm, but given the dire circumstances, it was clear that he o use it now.

  "Metagross, Light S!"

  In an instant, a t Light S barrier spread in front of the advang Pokémon, like a dam appearing in a raging flood.

  The Pokémon smmed into it, oer ahudding against the shield, yet it held firm.

  "Akazam, Hypnosis"

  Julian tossed out another Poké Ball, summoning Akazam, his Elite-level bodyguard Pokémon.

  With a quice toward Metagross, Akazam seemed puzzled by its sudden strength but wasted no time.

  He raised his spoon, radiating waves of hypnotiergy across the battlefield.

  Even though these rioting Pokémon had lost their minds, Akazam, at the peak of Elite-level, wielded overwhelming power, bining both high level and exceptional life level.

  Hundreds of rioting Pokémon fell under hypnosis every sed.

  Within minutes, only a few rioting Pokémon remaianding, though more tio push through the gate of the secret realm.

  Julian called out, releasing Steelix.

  "Steelix, hold the gate!"

  "Dragonite, Metagross, let's go!"

  Julian mounted Dragonite, and with Metagross close behind, they charged into the intermediate secret realm.

  "Bang!"

  Steelix fell, and after watg Julian rush i positios massive body to block the entrance of the secret realm. With Julian having already entered and hahe Pokémon at the gate, no additional Pokémon surged out for the moment.

  After hypnotizing the st Pokémon outside, Akazam quickly followed to join Julian in the secret realm.