Everyone Else Awakened, But I Just Opened a Pokémon Pet Shop

The thunderous impact from above slammed the attacking death beast straight into the hardened ground.

Dust exploded into the air, clouding this corner of the battlefield in a thick haze.

The resulting shockwave was so intense that the shield warrior's ears rang deafeningly.

From within the swirling dust… a hand rose.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, Su Bai slowly stood up—right on top of the fallen death beast's head.

His strength increased proportionally with the number of Pokémon registered in his Pokédex.

Back during the siege, he was already strong enough to suplex an S-class death beast. And now? He was even stronger.

This particular death beast had already been fighting the Pokémon Corps for a long time and was far from peak condition.

Though it appeared to be effortlessly crushing A-rank guards and Pokémon alike, it had sustained significant internal damage.

Su Bai's aerial strike had pierced straight through its skull, killing it instantly.

He patted the battered shield warrior on the shoulder and slowly turned his gaze.

When he saw the scattered, bloodied guards lying on the ground—and Li Zhi's missing left arm—his eyes paused.

There was a quiet anger rising in them.

But when he saw the wounded Corviknight, still trying to stand despite its injuries, that anger ignited into fury.

Just as he suspected—Pokémon only evolve when subjected to intense emotional or physical stress.

The trainer of that Corviknight… was likely one of the fallen.

"S-Su Bai?! Since when could you fly?!"

Zhu Jianyuan shouted in disbelief, still reeling from what he'd just witnessed.

He never imagined Su Bai would descend from the heavens like that!

Among Awakened professions, a few magic-types could learn flight spells after reaching A-rank.

But those were more like levitation than true aerial mobility.

As for physical-types, fliers were even rarer.

Even Zhu Jianyuan himself—an S-class warrior—couldn't fly.

"I don't fly," Su Bai replied calmly. "I just… jump really high."

Before Zhu could process that, the cunning lizard-like S-class death beast seized the moment of distraction.

Its venom-coated tongue lashed out, spiraling in from Su Bai's blind spot.

"Bastard!"

Su Bai's expression darkened. His finger snapped forward.

A surge of vital green energy burst from his fingertip.

Though not tied to a formal Pokémon move, Su Bai's Grass-type energy was real and powerful.

He could manipulate plant life—and when fueled by anger, his control grew even more precise.

This battlefield was in a forest, after all. And what did forests have in abundance?

Roots.

Beneath Zhu Jianyuan's feet, a tangled web of roots ran deep.

Su Bai's green energy shot into the earth, connecting with them.

Instantly, the roots surged to life!

Massive, gnarled tendrils erupted from the ground—like living arms.

They snatched the lizard-deathbeast's tongue before it could strike.

The roots wrapped and coiled, forming a living net of constriction.

Su Bai glared coldly at the death beast, raised one hand into a fist—

—and pulled.

"Screeeee!!"

A harsh, screeching sound tore through the air—the beast howled in agony for the first time.

Sensing danger, its limbs tensed, ready to leap back.

But Su Bai's grip was absolute.

Even its freakishly strong tongue was on the verge of snapping under the pressure!

And then—

Another wave of roots burst from the ground beneath it, ensnaring all four of its limbs.

In utter disbelief, the lizard-deathbeast stared as Su Bai spread his arms wide.

A titanic force surged through the roots, lifting the creature into the air like a rag doll.

Zhu Jianyuan watched in awe as the beast's tongue—still tightly bound—was ripped clean out, dragging several of its internal organs with it!

BOOM!

THUD!

Two different thuds echoed through the battlefield as the mountain-sized corpse hit the ground in two grotesque pieces.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

From the moment Su Bai landed to the lizard-death beast being torn apart—

not even ten seconds had passed.

Ten seconds. Two S-class death beasts. Dead.

This wasn't just shocking—it was absurd.

Even Li Zhi, who had been observing everything, couldn't help but mutter in disbelief:

"This… this can't be real…"

He'd sacrificed his entire left arm just to kill one S-class death beast.

And even then, he barely made it.

But Su Bai?

He'd annihilated two… almost effortlessly.

"What kind of monster is he?!"

As if on cue, a tiny, fiery silhouette darted past the edge of Li Zhi's vision.

A string of crackling explosions burst beside his ear.

He turned—and saw Meloetta, in her Pirouette Form, dancing gracefully atop the last S-class death beast.

Compared to the beast, her delicate frame looked like a ladybug attacking an elephant.

But this "ladybug"… could crush elephants.

Her tiny fists, glowing with immense power, smashed into the beast again and again.

Each punch left a deep crater in its resilient flesh.

Her speed was so great that even Li Zhi—an S-class warrior—could barely track her movements.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each explosion marked another devastating blow.

Meloetta was furious—sharing in Su Bai's emotions.

And this time, she wasn't holding back.

When she finished, she backflipped gracefully—kicking the beast to the ground as she landed.

It didn't get up.

It didn't move.

It was dead.

And just like that… the three S-class death beasts that Zhu Jianyuan once believed would require their lives to take down—

Were completely wiped out in less than a minute after Su Bai arrived.

The battlefield froze in stunned silence.

The few remaining A-rank and B-rank deathbeasts were now nothing more than lambs waiting for slaughter.

They had won.