"Good grief, other capitalists exploit their employees, but I can only exploit myself?" Heath's mouth twitched. He had just discovered a problem: he apparently had no way to play games. That really was a sad story. After all, according to his plans, Zoroark could look forward to rotating days off in the future. Of course, there was a prerequisite: Ralts needed to evolve first. As she was now, Ralts could not take on the responsibility of alternating shifts with Zoroark.
So Zoroark might still have to stay busy for now, but at least she had something to look forward to. What about Heath? Heath himself had no way to take rotating days off unless he successfully trained Farfetch'd to the point where he could truly handle things on his own. Until then, Heath would have to handle running the restaurant himself. Even so, Heath felt there was nothing wrong with this life. After all, he really did enjoy chatting with his customers.
"Trainer, are you saying I just have to drink this after staying up late? Is this stuff easy to get?" Looking at the excited Zoroark, Heath gave her a sidelong glance. He could have figured out what this little rascal was thinking with his feet.
"Let me make this clear first. Number one, this stuff is regulated by the League. You can't get it," Heath said irritably. The League had placed this mental pick-me-up drink under regulation because of concerns about abuse and the exploitation of Pokémon. Heath had only obtained a trial sample by chance. The relevant League researchers were still studying whether to release this mental-fatigue-relieving medicine at all, since doing so could cause other problems.
Even in the Pokémon world, exploitation still existed. Whether it was the exploitation of people or Pokémon, it was unavoidable,