It had to be useful for the next time.
This was also Akesato's requirement for Nightmare Dungeon runs.
They could be hurt, they could lose, but they could not come away empty-handed.
So after every dungeon, Akesato carefully reviewed the process and assessed the gains and losses.
Whenever there was something he could not remember clearly, he had Gardevoir recreate it with Illusion Ray.
Although he only had three Pokémon for now, Akesato was basically certain that no type was more practical than the Psychic type.
Psychic could be applied to nearly every aspect of daily life.
Illusion Ray could be used as a projector.
Hypnosis could help with sleep.
And then there was a godlike move like Teleport.
The more his strength improved, the more keenly he felt it.
"I've made it this far so smoothly thanks to you."
Akesato looked at the Psychic Girl, who was almost completely obedient to him, his gaze gentle.
"Gardevoir... Gardevoir..."
Gardevoir's response was the same as always. Her answer had never changed, whether in the past, present, or future.
The more she was like this, the more Akesato cherished her.
Some people grew so used to others' quiet devotion that they forgot it. He would not.
Having experienced the loss of loved ones twice, he had long since learned to cherish what he had.
After hesitating for a while, Akesato took a black metal box from his desk drawer.
Inside were simple tools such as sandpaper and files, along with several loosely arranged bracelets.
The bracelets could only be described as crudely made. They had no carvings, no design, and aside from being platinum, no other highlights.
The middle of each bracelet had an equally crude groove—the kind that could drive perfectionists mad.
Two bracelets, the most complete of the lot, were