Scaring the Opponent to Tears

Looking at Necrozma, now completely transformed into a silent, pitch-black form hovering in the air, Yan Yang felt joy and concern intertwine within him.

Cosmoem's perfect evolution was certainly cause for wild celebration, but the price the Radiant God had paid seemed far too great.

"There is no need to worry for me." A faint yet still clear thought came from Necrozma's direction. "This is the reward thou deservest. Thy character, thy deeds... are worthy of this gift from me."

Huh? But this was only our first official meeting...

Before Yan Yang could speak, that dark, sharply angular figure faded soundlessly, as though blending into the night, and vanished completely.

Hey... you... Yan Yang was left speechless.

The gift was so weighty that he did not know how to respond. In the end, he could only face the empty air and silently say in his heart, "...Thank you."

The thoughts and principles of Legendary Pokémon truly could not always be understood through ordinary logic.

Every Pokémon in the Poké Balls underwent subtle yet positive changes.

Entei felt it most deeply.

Already standing at the threshold of legend, the source of sacred fire within him seemed to have been infused with the purest concept of "light." Not only had his realm been completely stabilized, but he had also taken a great step forward.

From Level 97, he had soared straight to the peak of Level 99. The perfect completion of Level 100 seemed only one step away.

Armorouge's aura had also grown much more powerful, and his level had firmly entered the threshold of Level 80. For most Pokémon, this was already the theoretical limit of growth they could reach.

But Yan Yang knew that for a pseudo-legendary, Level 80 was far from the end. That barrier to evolution still stubbornly