Pokemon: Sign-in System

A gentle, vibrant force flowed steadily into Mewtwo, softly enveloping its damaged body. 

Visibly, the tension in Mewtwo's muscles began to ease. 

The scorched, charred patches on its sleek form gradually faded, revealing its original pristine, crystal-white skin. The deep wounds carved into its wrists and chest slowly mended, leaving no trace of the brutal damage it had endured. 

But while Mewtwo's body healed, Adrian could feel a deeper, more troubling problem. 

Beads of sweat rolled down Adrian's face as he focused intently. 

"This… isn't enough." 

Physical recovery was only the surface. The true damage lay within—deep in Mewtwo's mind. 

Adrian narrowed his eyes. The real challenge was healing Mewtwo's shattered mental state. 

He adjusted the settings on the device, syncing his consciousness with the machine. Slowly, he began to dive into the depths of Mewtwo's mind. 

What greeted him was chaos. 

Mewtwo's immense psychic power was spiralling uncontrollably. It resembled a massive whirlpool—funnel-shaped vortexes of pure Psychic energy swirling wildly, each threatening to collapse in on itself. Psychic energy bled out from these vortexes, weakening Mewtwo further with every passing second. 

Adrian gritted his teeth. 

*If this keeps up, it won't survive.* 

Carefully, he willed soft green light—soothing and stable—to emerge, guiding it through the machine. 

One by one, he directed these tiny green light spots to each frenzied funnel, allowing them to slowly cover and calm the chaotic spirals. 

The light gently pressed into the raging psychic storms, slowing the wild rotation, sealing the cracks. 

It was delicate work. Too fast, and the psychic backlash could destroy Mewtwo's mind entirely. 

Minutes passed, but it felt like hours. 

Gradually, the violent whirlpools of energy slowed. The outflow of Psychic energy began to steady. 

Mewtwo's breathing, once ragged, softened. 

Adrian kept going, carefully guiding the light, his focus razor-sharp. 

"Hang in there."

As the soft green light fully sealed the chaotic vortexes, the once-raging Psychic energy calmed. The swirling funnels closed, and the violent outflow of energy finally ceased. 

Adrian's shoulders slumped, his breath ragged. 

"It's done."

His entire body was drenched in sweat, clothes clinging to his skin from the intense focus and effort. 

"Haa…" 

He exhaled slowly, releasing the tension that had gripped him. 

But before he could fully relax— 

A sudden, overwhelming pressure filled the room. 

*Boom!* 

The air grew heavy, thick with raw, untamed power. 

Adrian's eyes shot to the bed. 

Mewtwo's eyes had opened. 

Those deep, glowing purple eyes gleamed like flawless amethysts, sharp and endless, threatening to pull anyone who stared too long into their depths. 

"The aura of a Legendary Pokémon."

The oppressive Psychic energy radiated outward, suffocating and immense. 

The air seemed to hum, vibrating with restrained might. 

On the floor, Gible, who had been contently munching on its energy cube, froze. 

Its small body trembled slightly under the weight of Mewtwo's presence. 

Yet, despite its fear, Gible instinctively stepped forward, placing itself between Adrian and Mewtwo. 

"GIble!"

The little dragon let out a fierce growl, baring its tiny fangs, eyes locked onto the awakened Mewtwo. 

A protective glare burned in Gible's eyes. 

Adrian's lips curled into a faint smile. 

"Easy, Gible." His voice was calm but firm. 

Mewtwo's piercing gaze slowly shifted from Gible to Adrian. 

The pressure in the room held steady for a moment longer—dense, suffocating. 

Then, it softened. 

The weight in the air lightened just slightly. 

Adrian met Mewtwo's gaze without flinching. 

"You're awake." 

There was no fear in his tone, only quiet relief. 

But beneath that, Adrian stayed cautious. 

This was a being born from endless experiments—a creature forged for power and destruction. 

And now, it was staring directly at him.

Gible's small body trembled slightly, its limbs tense as it bravely stood between Adrian and the awakened Mewtwo. Though it growled defiantly, Adrian could feel the faint quiver running through its frame. 

It was scared—but it refused to back down. 

Adrian's eyes softened. 

"You're brave, Gible." 

His steady voice broke through the heavy atmosphere. 

Mewtwo's intense, oppressive aura wavered. 

The suffocating pressure slowly receded. 

Mewtwo blinked, the fierce glint in its glowing purple eyes dulling, replaced by a thin veil of confusion. 

Its gaze drifted between Adrian and the small Gible standing protectively in front of him. 

"Why…"

Why wasn't this human afraid? 

Why was this little Pokémon protecting him? 

That cold, destructive instinct that had defined Mewtwo's existence since its creation flickered—momentarily overshadowed by unfamiliar hesitation. 

Adrian noticed the change. 

He gently placed a reassuring hand on Gible's head, giving it a soft pat. 

"Good job. It's okay now." 

Gible let out a small huff but didn't lower its guard, cautiously watching Mewtwo. 

Mewtwo slowly pushed itself up, its movement sluggish but deliberate. 

It stared at Adrian, disbelief clouding its sharp gaze. 

Somewhere deep within those amethyst eyes, there was something else—something unexpected. 

"Dependence."

A faint thread of trust, so fragile it could vanish at any moment, yet undeniably present. 

Adrian could feel it. 

That lingering 60 points of intimacy was like a faint bridge between them, barely formed but enough to soften Mewtwo's harsh, chaotic energy. 

"Dependence… on him?" 

Even Mewtwo seemed shocked by its own reaction. 

It wasn't supposed to feel this way. 

From the moment it opened its eyes in that cold, sterile lab, Mewtwo had been overwhelmed by destruction—by hatred. 

*Destroy. Erase. Obliterate.* 

Those were the only instincts it knew. 

But now… it hesitated. 

Adrian's calm gaze and Gible's fearless defiance stirred something unfamiliar. 

Mewtwo's claws slowly loosened, and its tense frame eased just slightly. 

It didn't know why. 

But for the first time, it didn't feel the need to destroy what was in front of it.

Even if it had died back then, it wouldn't have mattered. 

But in that fleeting moment before consciousness slipped away, Mewtwo had faintly sensed it—a warm, gentle force seeping into its core. 

And just now, that same power had returned. 

It was this warmth that had anchored it, pulling it back from the brink. 

Mewtwo now understood. 

Without the person standing before it, its mind would have completely collapsed, scattered into nothingness. 

It slowly raised its head, those sharp, gem-like eyes locking onto Adrian. 

"…Thank you." 

Its voice was deep yet carried a subtle trace of hesitation, as if unfamiliar with the act of gratitude. 

Adrian wasn't surprised. 

Mewtwo, after all, was no ordinary Pokémon. Crafted from the strongest genetic material, it was the pinnacle of artificial creation. In the original stories, it had spoken fluently—why would this Mewtwo be any different? 

But Gible was another story entirely. 

The small dragon's jaw practically dropped. Its wide eyes blinked in disbelief, staring up at the humanoid figure. 

"Gible?" (It… it talks?)

For a moment, Gible shuffled closer to Adrian, glancing up at him with a look that screamed, "Did you hear that too?"

But now that Mewtwo's oppressive aura had fully receded, Gible's curiosity began to overtake its fear. 

The little dragon cautiously stepped forward, tilting its head to examine this strange, psychic creature. 

Mewtwo noticed the small figure inching closer and remained still, observing. 

It felt no hostility from the tiny dragon—just curiosity. 

Adrian chuckled softly, watching the exchange. 

"Don't worry, Gible. It won't hurt us." 

Mewtwo's eyes flickered for a moment but said nothing. 

In truth, it could've erased them both in an instant. 

But now… that destructive impulse felt distant. 

Instead, it found itself quietly studying the human who had risked everything to save it.

Gible cautiously stretched out its stubby right paw and gently poked Mewtwo's leg. 

Mewtwo lowered its gaze, briefly glancing at the small dragon, but didn't react further. Its expression remained calm and indifferent, showing neither hostility nor interest. 

Seeing this subtle interaction, Adrian finally relaxed. The tension he had been carrying eased, and the last trace of worry in his heart faded. 

Without hesitation, he activated *Insight*, letting a stream of information flood his mind. 

[Pokémon: Mewtwo (Mental Recovery: 20%)]

[Qualification: Tier 2 Legendary]

[Level: 40] 

[Ability: Oppression]

[Type: Psychic] 

[Moves: Laser Focus, Confusion, Disable, Swift, Life Dew, Ancient Power, Psycho Cut, Safeguard, Amnesia, Aura Sphere]

[Combat Power: 6000 (Recovering)]

Adrian's eyes narrowed slightly as he absorbed the details. 

"Level 40" That was already an impressive starting point, but what really caught his attention was the classification: "Legendary". 

This wasn't something commonly seen. 

In this world, Pokémon qualifications were generally ranked by rarity and potential—starting from Common, Uncommon, Rare, Pseudo-Legendary, and beyond. "Tier 2 Legendary" placed Mewtwo in an exceptionally rare tier, only surpassed by truly god pokemons. 

And that ability—"Oppression" —was dangerously powerful. Reducing an opponent's ability to use moves could completely cripple strategies in battle. 

Adrian exhaled slowly. 

Even at only 20% mental recovery, Mewtwo's strength is terrifying.

Once it fully recovered, its combat power would likely soar to unimaginable heights. 

Adrian looked at Mewtwo thoughtfully. "Looks like we've got a long road ahead to get you back to full strength." 

Mewtwo remained silent but held his gaze, its expression unreadable.

Meanwhile, Gible, seeing that Mewtwo wasn't reacting to its poking, boldly gave another, firmer nudge. 

Adrian chuckled. 

"Easy there, Gible. He's still recovering." 

Gible snorted but stepped back obediently, though it kept eyeing Mewtwo curiously. 

Adrian smiled faintly. 

"A Tier 2 Legendary Pokémon, and it's right here with me."

Then he looked at the combat value.

"6000 combat power value?" 

Adrian was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief. 

But that shock quickly turned into pure ecstasy. 

He knew Mewtwo was powerful, but this level of strength far exceeded his expectations. It was simply "unbelievable". 

In this world, "combat power value" was a crucial metric for evaluating a Trainer's overall strength. It factored in a Pokémon's level, potential, abilities, and combat adaptability. The rankings were clear: 

- 0–200: Normal Trainer 

- 200–500: Professional Trainer 

- 500–1000: Ace Trainer 

- 1000–2000: Pseudo-Elite Trainer 

- 2000–3000: Elite Level 

- 3000–4000: Pseudo-Champion Level 

To reach the "Champion" level, a Trainer had to "win the Elite Competition in the Diamond Secret Realm", where the average combat power ranged from "4000 to 5000". 

But now, even at only level 40, Mewtwo's combat power sat at "6000". 

Yet, despite this immense power, Mewtwo wasn't in perfect condition. Its "mental condition" was still not good. Adrian had only managed to "halt the escape of its energy", but true recovery would take time. 

Although Mewtwo's current state only allowed it to exert about "1200 combat power", Adrian didn't feel it was a loss. 

Recovering to "20% strength" was already a major step forward, and full recovery was only a matter of time. 

Adrian glanced at the remaining "Top Grade energy cube" in his hand. Without hesitation, he handed it to Mewtwo. 

A faint but enticing aroma wafted through the air. 

Mewtwo's sharp eyes flickered. For a moment, it seemed to hesitate, clinging to the pride of a Legendary Pokémon. 

But the rich, irresistible scent overwhelmed its restraint. 

*Gulp!* 

Mewtwo swallowed the energy cube in a single bite. 

Its usually stoic expression softened as its eyes narrowed in satisfaction. A gentle, radiant "fluorescence" shimmered over its body, subtly illuminating the room. 

Then— 

*[+2% Recovery!] 

Adrian's eyes widened in surprise. 

The Top Grade energy cube actually accelerated Mewtwo's recovery? 

At this rate, Mewtwo's recovery could be much faster than he had anticipated. 

Adrian couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. 

"It looks like these energy cubes are more effective than I thought," he murmured. 

Mewtwo opened its eyes, calmer than before. A faint trace of acknowledgment flickered in its gaze. 

Adrian met its eyes and smiled slightly. 

"Don't worry. I'll help you recover completely." 

Mewtwo didn't respond, but it didn't need to. 

The bond between them was already beginning to form. 

Adrian turned to Gible, who had been watching the entire scene with round eyes. 

"Looks like we need to make more of those energy cubes." 

Now, more than ever, Adrian was determined to gather the resources and strength he needed. 

Because once Mewtwo fully recovered, his journey was going to change forever.

At the same time, Gible happily licked its claws after finishing the last bite of the Top Grade energy cube. 

[Ding! Gible's level has increased to Level 6!] 

Adrian's eyes lit up. 

*"As expected of Supreme Grade quality!"* 

Gible's "Champion-level potential" made it naturally harder to level up compared to ordinary Pokémon. Yet, just one Top Grade energy cube had allowed it to jump straight to Level 6. 

Adrian couldn't help but marvel at the machine's value. 

Before he could think further— 

**Ring ring—** 

The sudden ringing of his communicator snapped him back to reality. 

Adrian glanced at the screen, and a name flashed. 

A clear, sweet female voice came through, crisp and playful like a songbird. 

"Brother Adrian! You finally answered my call!" 

The voice carried a hint of playful accusation but was soft and charming, subtly laced with affection. 

Adrian blinked, slightly taken aback by the sudden warmth in the tone. 

"Brother Adrian?"

He frowned slightly, trying to recall who this girl could be. 

But the way she spoke, it felt as if they were quite familiar.

Then he suddenly remembered a girl.

"Luna, I just got back," Adrian replied helplessly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

"How's your preparation for the graduation exam?" 

"Uh… not bad," Adrian answered casually. 

On the other end, Luna's cheerful expression immediately shifted. Her lips pouted in frustration, and her tone grew sharper. 

"The graduation exam decides which University you'll get into! Brother Adrian, you can't be this careless! If you keep this up, I'll have to supervise you personally!"

Adrian chuckled softly. 

"She's as fiery as ever."

"Alright, alright. I know you're worried about me," Adrian softened his voice, a gentle warmth seeping through his words. "I appreciate it, really." 

Luna, hearing the tenderness in his voice, felt her heart skip a beat. 

A soft blush crept up her cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. She fiddled nervously with the corner of her sleeve, avoiding the screen. 

"I-I'm not worried or anything! I just…" she stammered, her voice dropping, "I just don't want you to regret it later." 

Adrian smiled knowingly but decided not to tease her any further. 

"Don't worry. I'll take it seriously." 

Luna mumbled something under her breath but didn't argue. 

At that moment, Gible curiously peeked at the communicator, tilting its head. 

Luna noticed and blinked. 

"Huh? You already have a Pokémon?!" 

Adrian glanced at Gible, who proudly puffed out its chest. 

"Yeah, just recently," Adrian replied with a faint smirk. 

Luna's eyes sparkled with curiosity. 

"Brother Adrian! You have to tell me everything next time we meet!" 

Adrian chuckled. "Sure." 

Deep down, he knew things were only getting started.

"By the way, Brother Adrian, I want to go to the Battle Club to train. Do you want to come with me?"

"Club? The one near the Pokémon Center?"

"Uh-huh!"

Luna's voice was excited, and she nodded like a pound of garlic.

But when she remembered that Adrian couldn't be seen on the other side of the phone, she stopped.

Adrian pondered for a while and then said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Yeah!"

Luna screamed in surprise, and then she realized that her voice had been heard.

"See you soon!"

After saying this hastily, she hung up immediately.

Adrian smiled as he looked at his phone.

Luna's full name is Luna Everhart, and she was the neighbour who lived to his right. Though Adrian didn't socialize much, he frequently bumped into Luna when he was out, and over time, they became familiar with each other.

They were close in age, both graduating from high school this year and preparing for the Pokémon University entrance exam. Luna had invited Adrian to the Battle Club, which he thought would be a good chance to sign in for a reward.

After returning the key card to the Pokémon Centre, Adrian left and bought a Pokéball for Gible at a nearby store. He then made his way to the Battle Club, following Luna's suggestion. The club was a place where trainers could practice their skills, and it offered bonuses, which made it an appealing spot for him to visit.

With the opportunity to train and perhaps earn a reward, Adrian was eager to take part.

Adrian had originally planned to head to the Battle Club alone to sign in for a reward, but Luna's invitation gave him an added opportunity to enjoy some company while accomplishing his goal.

The Battle Club was located underground, and the atmosphere was notably livelier than the Pokémon Centre. As soon as Adrian entered, he could hear a crowd cheering, likely watching some intense battles taking place in the arena.

[Ding!]

[Sign-in location: Velmor City Battle Club arena area!]

[Check-in at the two-star location was successful!]

[Congratulations to the host for getting the reward – Ten Times Experience Card (one week)!]

Adrian's eyes lit up at the notification. The experience card would be incredibly useful, especially for levelling up Gible and other potential Pokémon he might catch. It was the perfect addition to his growing collection of resources.