Night fell over the Pokémon Center.
"I'm exhausted… Rotom is dead…"
Rotom flopped onto the sofa after sending out the final shipnt of held items.
Who knew how it managed to process nearly twenty thousand orders in a single day…
If it were a human, their eyes would've gone blurry long ago.
"Good work, Rotom. You get a bonus tonight~"
Peter casually tossed it a Thunder Stone.
"WOOOOW… boss, you're amazing! I suddenly feel like this job suits perfectly! Please, exploit as much as you want, Rotom!"
"Pfft—"
Whitney burst into laughter, her eyes curving into crescents as she placed grilled at into Peter's bowl.
…
After dinner, Indeedee cleaned up the table.
The Pokémon began their nightly training.
Peter arranged them into sparring pairs—
Then opened the system panel.
After experiencing how profitable held-item sales were, he decided to draw more.
Maybe even get so useful consumables.
"System, give a 30-pull."
[Ding! Master Draw initiated. Total draws: 30…]
[Ding! 2,000,000 Poké Dollars consud. Rewards obtained—please check inventory.]
A pile of items appeared in his bag.
Leftovers ×5
Red Card ×3
Psychic Seed ×2
Duplicates—perfect for resale.
Then ca four TMs:
Acrobatics
Defog
Rock Tomb
Thunderbolt
Each had its use:
Acrobatics → Lopunny
Defog → Rufflet
Rock Tomb → Chansey, Slaking, Teddiursa, Rufflet
Thunderbolt → Chansey, Slaking
Peter spent another 800,000 Poké Dollars to teach the moves, expanding their movepools.
Then—
A set of sparkling, gem-like stones caught his attention.
5 clear
2 purple
1 dark gray
2 sky blue
2 earthy yellow
1 crimson
3 green
[Normal / Psychic / Ghost / Flying / Ground / Fighting / Grass Gems]
A one-ti consumable held item. When a corresponding-type move is used, the gem boosts its power by 30%.
Can also be added into Pokémon food or Pokéblocks to enhance ingredient quality.
"…This looks pretty useful."
Peter raised an eyebrow.
The types conveniently matched his current team.
"But Eevee would need gems for all its evolutions…"
Just as he muttered—
The system chid.
[Ding! Full-type Gem exchange unlocked for 2,000,000 Poké Dollars.]
Peter blinked.
"…System, you've changed. Since when were you this considerate?"
[This system is dedicated to cultivating the host into the world's strongest Pokémon Master. All actions that enhance the host's strength will be fully supported. Please refrain from malicious speculation.]
"…Alright, alright."
He tapped confirm.
For him now—
2 million wasn't a big deal.
After asking Whitney to watch over the training Pokémon—
Peter returned to his room.
He took out the Berry Blender.
Although he had a 100% success rate for high-grade Pokéblocks—
He had yet to produce high-quality variants with special effects.
Now, with Gems in hand—
He wanted to try.
Could he create sothing truly special?
He skillfully added Berries, Revival Herb powder, and dicinal ingredients into the machine.
Then—
He crushed a Normal Gem into powder and mixed it in.
His long fingers danced across the controls like a ballet performance.
Gradually—
He entered a trance-like state.
The mixture inside beca smoother… more refined…
His hands blurred with speed.
Adding ingredients.
Adjusting proportions.
Accelerating the blending.
Ti itself seed to stop.
In his eyes—
Only the forming Pokéblock remained.
…
At a certain mont—
A glimr flashed in his pupils.
Peter instinctively slamd the finish button.
"Psshhh—!"
White steam burst from the machine.
Monts later—
Dozens of pristine white Pokéblocks erged.
[Treasure · Normal-Type Advanced Pokéblock]
Suitable for Lv.40–60 Pokémon. Effect is 10× stronger than standard Pokéblocks.
Rapidly restores stamina, purifies Normal-type energy, and accelerates level growth.
…
"…Not bad at all."
Peter smiled, feeling the soft, springy texture.
"Let's make more…"
He picked up a Fighting Gem and continued.
Hours passed.
From evening—
To deep night.
…
Even with his enhanced stamina—
The process was exhausting.
High-grade Pokéblock creation was already complex.
And he intended to produce multiple types at once.
By midnight—
His eyes were bloodshot.
His hands trembled.
His movents began slipping.
ntal and physical exhaustion—
Had reached their limit.
Behind him—
His Pokémon gathered silently.
Watching.
Waiting.
Finally—
He completed another batch.
A set of dark-gray Pokéblocks.
Zoroark's fla-like mane flickered gently.
The Ghost-type batch—
Was excellent.
"Phew…"
Peter exhaled deeply.
As he turned—
His body stiffened.
He collapsed backward.
But instead of hitting cold ground—
He fell into warmth.
Lopunny's soft fur.
Arboliva's earthy fragrance.
Indeedee's apron.
Slaking's sturdy arms.
Zoroark's mane.
Rufflet's feathers.
Teddiursa's paws.
Chansey's body.
Eevee's ears.
And of course—
Whitney's embrace.
"Honey… why push yourself this hard?"
She held his head gently, eyes full of concern.
"I kind of… lost track of ti~ haha…"
"And you're still laughing. Co on, it's already midnight. Ti to sleep."
"Wait—let everyone try the new Pokéblocks first."
Peter smiled, handing out different types.
Since most weren't yet Elite-tier—
Each received half a piece.
"Well? How is it?"
"Mi-lo!"
"Li-va~"
"Ai~"
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In the next second—
They all pounced on him.
A chaotic flood of affection—
And drool.
"Hahaha—wait, stop! That tickles! Stop—! Slaking, easy! You're gonna crush —!"
Whitney watched quietly, smiling.
She realized sothing.
Peter was different from everyone else.
He truly loved every single one of his partners—
From the bottom of his heart.
And that included her—
His very own "Miltank."
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