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Thank you 🙂 ——————– Ever since obtaining the Beginner/Junior Pokeblock Crafting Technique from the system’s Novice Gift Pack, Chase had never relaxed his training in this area.
After all, as the saying goes, the way to a Pokemon’s heart is through its stomach (just kidding).
Although these words aren’t entirely true, at the very least, mastering a good “culinary skill” would give him an extra bargaining chip to attract a desired Pokemon when he meets one in the future.
Coincidentally, the past two months were the time when most of the Berries in the forest ripened, so there was absolutely no need to worry about the supply of materials for making Pokeblocks.
As Chase integrated and mastered the techniques given by the system, the success rate of crafting Pokeblocks also gradually increased.
The satiating Pokeblocks fed to the Galarian Zigzagoon were one of the results of his practice during this period.
Otherwise, since there were no gluttonous Pokemon in the Ranger station, there would have been no need to stock this type of Pokeblock at all.
However, the few Pokemon here obviously couldn’t consume the large daily output of Pokeblocks.
So, apart from the necessary reserves, Chase shared the extra Pokeblocks with the wild Pokemon living near the station.
The result of doing this was that after tasting the deliciousness of the Pokeblocks, some of the smarter Pokemon directly brought out Berries they had foraged to trade with Chase.
The nearby Pokemon all vied to follow suit.
Naturally, Chase didn’t refuse anyone.
This way, he even saved the time of foraging for Berries every day and could devote himself wholeheartedly to making Pokeblocks.
It wasn’t that no Pokemon had harbored ill intentions, but with Blaze holding the fort, they could only behave themselves honestly.
Crafted Pokeblocks were generally more shelf-stable than most Berries, and the energy provided per unit volume was also higher than that of Berries.
With winter approaching soon, for Pokemon, preparing a little more definitely wouldn’t be wrong.
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“Zigzagoon…” With their bellies full, the Zigzagoon stood obediently in front of Kricketot and Starly, apologizing to them.
Pokemon were inherently pure-hearted creatures, so the two little ones who had been frightened didn’t blame the others too much.
After all, before being picked up by the previous Ranger, the two of them had also deeply tasted what it felt like to go hungry.
Fortunately, they were lucky; otherwise, they would have long been buried in the soil of the forest, providing nutrients for the plants.
Watching the Zigzagoon, who acted completely different from how they were just a moment ago, Chase was momentarily dazed, almost thinking they were Morpeko in disguise.
However, his hands weren’t idle; he was currently treating Aipom’s injuries with a Potion.
“Ooh!
Ooh!” As the medicine made contact with the wound, Aipom immediately shrieked in pain.
Chase could only hold it down with a little more force.
Potions in the Pokemon world had excellent effects, providing immediate results for most injuries.
It was just that the treatment process was especially painful.
How could a delicate and tender little guy like Aipom endure it?
“Alright, get up and move around a bit.” Once Aipom stopped struggling, Chase finally let go.
“Ooh…” Carefully placing its two feet on the ground, Aipom, feeling that the pain had subsided, immediately cried out happily, but still didn’t dare to make any large movements.
“Ooh ooh!” Seeing this scene, Chase couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Whether in the anime he watched in his previous life or in the book introductions of this world, every single Aipom was practically hyperactive; making them stay quiet for a moment was harder than reaching the sky.
But when it came to the one at his home, due to a congenital genetic defect, the large hand that should have grown on its tail was now just a small fleshy nub.
The direct result was that it made Aipom, whose body shape was already top-heavy, have great difficulty maintaining balance.
It was said that when it was just rescued, it couldn’t even walk smoothly.
After all, through long natural evolution, more than half of the hand functions and a part of the leg functions of the Aipom species had been completely replaced by the hand on their tail.
To exaggerate a bit, even if an Aipom’s arms and legs were completely useless, as long as the hand on its tail was still there, it could still live a normal life.
Conversely, even with intact limbs, without the hand on its tail, it would be very difficult to survive in the wild.
Originally, the previous Ranger had wondered if Aipom could make up for its defect through evolution.
But unfortunately, after numerous attempts, this Aipom, having lost its tail-hand, couldn’t even learn the most basic move [Scratch], let alone [Double Hit], which was essential for evolving into Ambipom.
His Aipom had originally been trained to walk normally, but clearly, the situation just now was too urgent, causing it to panic and bolt blindly.
By the time it found Chase, it had already fallen and scraped several wounds on its body.
“Ooh ooh, ooh ooh.” Aipom’s cry brought Chase’s thoughts back.
“Sorry, I was thinking about something just now.” Chase held Aipom in his arms and gently rubbed its big head.
The latter closed its eyes, wholeheartedly enjoying the affectionate stroking.
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It was late at night, but Chase, lying in bed, was tossing and turning, finding it hard to fall asleep.
It was actually still because of the three Pokemon in the shelter area.
Especially Starly.
Whether it was Aipom or Kricketot, although they had physical disabilities, it wasn’t a fatal threat in the end.
As long as Chase took good care of them, living for another eight, nine, or ten years wouldn’t be a problem.
But Starly was different.
It had congenital heart disease, and this was the kind of thing that could take a life at any minute.
With winter approaching, even though there was a heated room prepared for it by the previous Ranger in the shelter area, he couldn’t guarantee that the little guy would safely survive this winter.
Last winter, the little fellow had already walked through death’s door; this year’s situation could only be worse.
If it was before Chase had awakened the system, although he would also feel heartache for these Pokemon tormented by genetic defects, he also knew that he was just an ordinary human, fundamentally powerless against this kind of problem.
Now it was different.
Since the system could achieve things beyond human power, like raising a Pokemon’s potential level, did that mean it might also be possible to cure these Pokemon of their genetic diseases?
However, considering the process by which Chase had previously obtained the Potential Enhancement Potion, if he wanted to help Aipom and the others, he might have to go through some even more difficult challenges.
“Sigh, in that case, besides training Zangoose, I also need to hurry up and find the next suitable Pokemon to cultivate.” Chase silently calculated in his heart.
Thinking that there were still many things to do tomorrow, he tried to calm his mind, and finally fell into a deep sleep.