Pokemon: The Gameboy Effect Chapter 122: Zenith Mountains

North of Draconia,Zenith Mountains, Class C Hazardous Area.

The Zenith Mountains were well-known among Trainers, a hot spot for adventure. With moderately strong Pokemon and abundant resources, the area drew thousands of Trainers daily from nearby Freak City.

But today, sothing was different.

The usual bustling trails were eerily empty, blocked by military personnel. Signs posted at every entrance read: "Exit Only: No Entry Allowed."

Despite the ominous warning, a steady stream of soldiers and officials moved in and out of the mountain range. Among them was Major Liam Daniels, a seasoned Pokemon inspector and top investigator for the Dragon Kingdom.

As his black SUV pulled up to the blocked checkpoint, Liam wasted no ti. He stepped out, nodded to the guards, and approached the barricade. A Salance roared to life as he released it from its Pokeball.

"Take to the source," Liam said firmly.

The Salance responded with a powerful flap of its wings, lifting them both into the air. Ten minutes later, Liam was descending into the heart of the mountains, where the true mystery awaited.

Liam's sharp eyes caught sothing unusual as they approached. A massive red crack hovered midair, slicing through the sky like a jagged scar. But it wasn't a physical tear—it was sothing far more bizarre, a distortion in space itself.

"Space-ti rift?" Liam muttered under his breath. His Salance landed softly near a cluster of military tents set up at the rift's edge.

A soldier greeted him with a brisk salute. "Major Daniels, the chief is waiting for you, sir!"

Liam followed the soldier into the main tent. Inside, an older man with graying hair and sharp eyes sat reviewing docunts. He looked up as Liam entered.

"Liam, glad you're here," the chief said, motioning for him to sit. "We've got a situation, and we need your expertise."

"What's going on?" Liam asked, his tone brisk.

"You saw the rift on your way in?"

Liam nodded.

The chief leaned back in his chair. "That rift leads to a secret realm—a volcanic one, to be exact. Our initial exploration teams reported sothing extraordinary. Have you ever heard of a 'mirage'?"

Liam frowned. "You an the natural phenonon? Reflected light creating illusions?"

"Not quite," the chief said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "In this case, it's more like a mory. The rift's magnetic field seems to have captured fragnts of past events. We've recorded them as video. Here, take a look."

The chief motioned to a nearby guard, who placed a laptop in front of Liam. The screen flickered to life, displaying the first clip.

In the video, chaos unfolded atop a volcanic battlefield. Trainers clad in red and blue uniforms battled ferociously, their Pokemon locked in intense combat.

Then, the scene shifted. A young man in white strode confidently into the fray, his Blaziken by his side. The Pokemon moved with an almost unnatural grace, delivering devastating blows that left its opponents defeated in seconds.

Liam raised an eyebrow as the video ended. "Impressive. But what's the catch?"

"There's more," the chief said, signaling for the next video to play.

This ti, a middle-aged man in a red-and-black trench coat was shown operating so sort of machine. He turned abruptly, as if sensing soone behind him.

"You must be the Trainer who defeated Tabitha," the man said, his voice calm yet commanding. "Join Team Magma, and you'll witness the rise of Groudon—the King of the Land! Together, we'll expand humanity's territory and usher in a new era!"

The video ended there, leaving Liam with more questions than answers.

"Team Magma? Groudon?" Liam repeated, his brow furrowing. "What do we know about them?"

"Not much," the chief admitted. "But there's a third video. Watch this."

In the final clip, the young man with the Blaziken faced off against a massive Carupt. The fight was swift and brutal. Blaziken delivered a series of kicks that sent the Carupt reeling, while a Moonblast from off-screen finished the job.

The middle-aged man, clearly a leader of so sort, retrieved his defeated Pokemon and retreated to a waiting helicopter. His final words echoed ominously:

"We'll et again. Next ti, I'll bring Groudon himself. You'll regret defying us!"

Liam leaned back, rubbing his temples as the videos ended. "So, let get this straight. Team Magma is trying to awaken Groudon—a god-tier Pokemon—and you want to stop them?"

The chief nodded gravely. "Exactly. This group isn't just a threat to us—they're a threat to the world. If Groudon awakens, we're looking at catastrophic droughts, unrelenting heat, and ecological collapse."

Liam sighed. "Alright, I'll contact the World Police Organization and see if they have any intel on Team Magma. In the anti, we need to identify that young Trainer with the Blaziken. He's clearly key to all of this."

"Agreed," the chief said. "But finding him won't be easy. There are thousands of Trainers with Blaziken, and we don't have much to go on."

"We'll figure it out," Liam said confidently. "We always do."

The chief smirked. "That's why I called you. Now get to work."

Liam stood, his mind already racing with possibilities. The clock was ticking, and the fate of the world might just rest on his shoulders—and the mysterious Trainer who had stolen the show on that volcanic battlefield.