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"Hi, are you up?"

Early in the morning, Roy was awakened by a phone call.

He was confused for a moment before recognizing the voice.

"Captain?"

"It's me!"

Elon was on the other end of the line.

Seeing that Roy was awake, Vulpix crawled from his stomach to his neck. Roy cuddled the little Pokémon in his arms and asked, "What's the matter, Captain Elon?"

Elon chuckled and said, "I just received a notice that we need to take official photos tomorrow."

"Photographs?"

"Yes, promotional pictures."

Roy was taken aback, suddenly remembering college leagues from previous years. Indeed, each player had their own professional photos and signature outfits.

The profession of Pokémon Trainer, due to the considerable power they wielded, held extremely high status in society. But if it were just about status, they would at most be equivalent to high-ranking military officers in Roy's previous life, and wouldn't receive such widespread popularity and attention.

The reason for this was that the Pokémon League and various national officials deliberately promoted the "celebrity status" of Trainers.

There were many benefits to Trainer celebrity culture: consolidating national identity, increasing collective national pride, enhancing Trainers' sense of belonging, ensuring Trainers had financial opportunities through their popularity, allowing private capital to flow naturally into the Trainer profession, and inspiring more people to aspire to become Trainers...

In the Trainer world, a common joke circulated:

"A Trainer's strength can often be judged by their number of fans."

...Except for attractive female Trainers.

When Roy first heard this joke, he was shocked. Didn't male Trainers deserve more fans too?

What? Excluding handsome male Trainers too?

Well, that seemed fair.

"Come to the university tomorrow at 3 PM, and we'll take the photos together," Elon said. "By the way, do you have your competition uniform ready? I know a clothing store manager who specializes in competition attire. If you have a design in mind, I can introduce you... If not, Capital University has provided team uniforms to wear."

"Hold on."

With his phone cradled between his shoulder and ear, Roy opened his laptop and searched for 'Capital University Team Uniform' online.

Images of the team uniforms quickly appeared.

Blue and white athletic wear...

Well, this was...

Roy could only describe it as 'too conventional'—wasn't this basically a high school uniform?

No, the style wasn't distinctive enough, which would affect his fan appeal.

Roy considered designing his own outfit...

"Captain, please give me the store manager's contact information."

"Sure, I'll send you his contact details, and you can discuss it directly with him," Elon replied with a smile. "After the photo shoot, we'll begin traveling for competitions. Enjoy today—it's your last day off."

After hanging up, Roy quickly received a message from Elon containing two contact IDs.

One belonged to Elon, and the other to the store manager.

After Roy added both contacts, they accepted his requests almost instantly.

Elon: [grinning emoji] [handshake emoji] [praying hands emoji]

The captain's choice of emojis wasn't great—they seemed more like something parents would use... Thinking this, Roy sent a [Squirtle blushing.jpg], followed by an [Alolan Vulpix cute.jpg] to both.

Of course, he wasn't trying to show off how adorable his Pokémon were—it was all about building his popularity.

Store Manager: "Such cute Pokémon~~ Are you Mr. Roy?"

Roy got straight to the point: "Hello, I'd like to design my own competition uniform."

Store Manager: "How are your drawing skills, Mr. Roy? If possible, please try to sketch a concept for me. If that's difficult, you can describe it in words, but there might be some discrepancies in the final product."

Roy typed: "My drawing is decent. Give me a moment."

Rising from his bed, Roy grabbed paper and pen, and began sketching based on what he remembered.

...Red and white baseball cap. ...Black fingerless gloves. ...Black T-shirt and light blue fitted pants. ...A jacket with white collar and short sleeves, predominantly red.

The outfit Roy drew was exactly the iconic costume of the legendary Trainer "Red" from the games' special chapter.

Even after all these years, Roy still remembered the intimidation he felt facing Red's Pikachu on Mt. Silver...

Fear aside, Roy admired the character.

He chose Red's clothing as his competition uniform because it was clean and practical without sacrificing style, and it also represented something meaningful to Roy.

Who was Red? A man of battle.

Wearing this outfit to compete made Roy feel confident.

It took ten minutes to complete the concept sketch. Roy photographed it and sent it to the store manager, who quickly responded with his assessment.

"This outfit is excellent—very fresh and distinctive."

The store manager's praise was genuine.

Recently, he had received all kinds of bizarre design requests, as amateurs often believed that more complicated designs were inherently better. One customer had even wanted to wear a Kamen Rider costume to a Pokémon competition! It had taken considerable persuasion to talk them out of it.

Now that Roy had submitted something so tasteful, with a clean yet iconic design, the manager was practically moved to tears.

Soon, Roy discussed specific clothing details with the store manager and arranged to pick up the outfit the following day.

After finishing these arrangements, Roy suddenly noticed Wartortle and Cosmog staring at him with longing expressions.

"?"

Roy was startled.

He checked the time—it was almost noon, and his Pokémon hadn't even had breakfast...

"Sorry, my mistake. I'll get your food right away..." Roy hurriedly stood up, retrieved some energy cubes from the kitchen, mixed them with Pokémon food, and brought everything to the dining table.

Watching his Pokémon stuffing their cheeks, Roy smiled, then reached for a particular Poké Ball.

"Your turn now..."

Roy opened the system panel and selected energy cube customization.

[Mimikyu special custom energy cube: long-term consumption enhances vitality, spiritual power, and improves Ghost-type energy affinity.]

After spending 5000 points, Roy had ten purple energy cubes in hand.

Considering Mimikyu's personality, Roy didn't release it in the main room but went to the bedroom to open its Poké Ball.

Mimikyu appeared silently.

It immediately noticed the energy cubes in Roy's hand but pretended to be uninterested and moved away.

Roy crouched down with an amused expression and offered the food:

"Come on, little one, eat something."

"Krak."

Mimikyu took two steps back, expressing disinterest.

Like coaxing a child, Roy negotiated: "Just try one first. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat more."

He said this knowing that once Mimikyu tasted one, it would definitely want more.

Roy had complete confidence in the flavor of these energy cubes.

Mimikyu took two reluctant steps forward as if compromising. A shadowy hand suddenly emerged from beneath its disguise, grabbed an energy cube, retracted, and made soft chewing sounds.

Roy thought: What a unique way of eating.

He suddenly grew curious about what Mimikyu looked like under its disguise.

Maybe someday he'd have a chance to see. All those stories about dying of fright, being cursed, or suffering bad luck were just superstitions.

At that moment, Mimikyu made an eager sound, obviously won over by the delicious energy cubes. It reached out and snatched the remaining cubes from Roy's hand, carefully chewing them beneath its disguise.

"Eat slowly. You'll get these every day from now on."

Roy reached out and gently patted Mimikyu's head. After initially freezing at the touch, the little Pokémon stopped resisting and focused on eating.

As the saying went, to win a Pokémon's loyalty, you must first win its stomach.

The wisdom of the ancients never failed.

Watching Mimikyu eat, Roy began contemplating how to train it properly.

Mimikyu had already reached its [Racial limit], and the next step was to accumulate power to break through these natural limitations and advance to the professional level.

However, Roy wasn't entirely clear on how to achieve this breakthrough.

After all, what did "accumulating power" really entail?

Thinking about this, Roy asked: "Mimikyu, when did you reach your current strength level?"

Mimikyu paused eating, considered the question, and answered.

A long time ago.

How long was "a long time"?

Roy sighed inwardly—wild Pokémon didn't have a concept of calendars. He rephrased: "How many times have you slept since then?"

Mimikyu's response:

At least more than a thousand times.

Ghost-type Pokémon generally had longer lifespans, and their sleep cycles were different from humans. Sleeping "more than a thousand times" suggested at least three years, possibly seven or eight.

This meant Mimikyu had reached its [Racial limit] several years ago.

"Haven't you gotten any stronger during these past few years?"

Having finished the last energy cube, Mimikyu had become more cooperative with Roy. It shook its head: "Ka, ka (the power that gets stronger each time just disappears.)"

Disappears?

Roy frowned, and after careful questioning, he finally understood what Mimikyu was trying to communicate.

After reaching the [Racial limit], any strength enhanced through training or battle could only be maintained temporarily before vanishing without a trace. It was as if an invisible "limiter" existed within the Pokémon's body, absorbing all excess power and firmly suppressing the Pokémon's potential to exceed its natural limits.

Unable to become stronger, unable to break through, unable to surpass.

Without hesitation, Roy sent a message to Elon about this issue.

As an Peak trainer, Elon had long been familiar with the power accumulation process.

"Limiter, haha, that's an interesting description."

Elon quickly replied:

"The process of accumulating power is essentially about satisfying this 'limiter.'"

"Satisfying it?"

Roy pondered this concept.

Elon continued:

"Yes, the 'limiter' you've imagined isn't infinite. It also has a maximum capacity—an upper limit to how much power it can absorb."

"Have you played RPG games? Power accumulation works similarly to 'experience points' in those games."

Roy understood immediately.

If the [Racial limit] was comparable to level 100, then the professional level would be at least level 150.

The "power accumulation" process for Pokémon was essentially storing enough experience points at level 100 to jump directly to level 150 once the threshold was crossed.

Elon added:

"Of course, my analogy has some flaws."

"A Pokémon with a lower natural Racial limit might need to accumulate more power."

Roy nodded. This meant not only did the level need to meet requirements, but the base stats as well.

If a Pokémon's stats weren't sufficient, it would need to accumulate even more experience and power reserves.

Roy appreciated this insight and continued his questions:

"During this accumulation phase, does the Pokémon's strength not improve at all?"

"To be precise, none of its base stats will improve," Elon clarified. "But strength depends not only on a Pokémon's various stats but also on skills, techniques, self-created moves, and more..."

Roy understood.

With identical base stats, a Lucario who knew "Aura Boxing" would easily defeat one who didn't—potentially capable of defeating four or five opponents of similar raw power.

For Pokémon that had reached their [Racial limit], the difference in combat effectiveness lay in their 'skills.'