Chapter 129: Because They’re Trustworthy Partners!

Chapter 129: Because They're Trustworthy Partners!

"Looks like you succeeded?"

As Yamcha returned to the base once again, Mewtwo's voice echoed in his mind.

In fact, to Mewtwo, the entire process of "Yamcha disappearing and then reappearing" was no more than a second.

Yamcha nodded in response.

"How was the resurrection effect?"

"We'll have to test it to find out."

In the world of Yggdrasil, or rather Overlord, there are all kinds of resurrection spells.

At the highest tier, the spell fully restores the subject—including skills, levels, and thus full combat power—at the cost of immense resources. (In the original Overlord story, Ainz needed an entire treasury of gold to resurrect Shalltear.)

At the lowest tier, the resurrection is much simpler, requiring minimal cost. However, this type merely brings the subject back to life, resetting all their power to zero. If the subject is a non-human species, even their language capabilities may be erased. (In Overlord, the Lizardmen were resurrected with this kind of spell.)

Additionally, for subjects whose level exceeds 100, it's still unclear whether resurrection spells have any effect at all.

Take Dark WarGreymon, for example—right now, Yamcha sees the same "LV???" over his head as on himself.

Still, if resurrection spells don't work, there are always the Dragon Balls, right? Although the Dragon Balls come with heavy restrictions, they're highly reliable resurrection tools. In Dragon Ball Z, Shenron frequently performed large-scale resurrections.

"We'll have a chance to find out very soon, won't we?" Mewtwo said with a meaningful tone, producing a pair of glasses from somewhere and putting them on, looking every bit the scholar.

As Yamcha's strategist, Mewtwo was highly reliable. As long as he wasn't stuck on some minor detail, he managed logistics and scientific research effortlessly. These days, Yamcha consulted him about nearly everything—like Superman having Batman, or Nobita having Doraemon.

If it weren't for the fact that Mewtwo was still in a learning phase and needed to be cautious, Yamcha would've already asked him to crack the Frieza Force tech they got from Mount Paozu.

"I just want to confirm once more—are you sure eating that thing is safe?"

Yamcha pointed to his own forehead. "I mean… I won't grow a third eye or anything, right?"

Mewtwo snapped his fingers, and a tablet floated over.

In just a month under Mewtwo's management, the entire Great Desert Base had undergone a complete technological overhaul.

Often, all it took was one glance at a piece of tech for Mewtwo to understand its inner workings and improve it. And as a psychic, his manufacturing speed was exponentially faster than any normal scientist.

This uncanny ability reminded Yamcha of Turbo Norimaki from Dr. Slump—a genius who could understand any machine at a glance and even fix things like the Dragon Radar, which his genius father couldn't.

Is this the innate talent of psychic beings?

I can do it too—though mine was acquired through training…

If Yamcha had to develop tech himself, he'd probably blow something up.

If he didn't understand it, he just didn't understand it—no matter how hard he tried.

This is probably what people mean when they say every profession has its specialization. Leave technical work to the experts.

The tablet displayed a complex graph of dense data, which made Yamcha dizzy just looking at it.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one suffering.

Dark WarGreymon, the room's other occupant, had fallen asleep, a bubble of snot rhythmically expanding and deflating from his nose.

"Here, here, and here…"

Mewtwo pointed at the most data-dense parts of the graph, where several blue dots lit up, followed by a series of formulas that looked incomprehensible but clearly sophisticated.

Ugh, his head hurt—he could feel a brain overload coming.

"Just tell me the conclusion."

Yamcha rubbed his temples.

"Tsk… mortal intellect," Mewtwo muttered under his breath.

"?"

Yamcha's eyes widened. Had he just heard something he wasn't supposed to?

"I've run at least 100,000 simulations. According to my data, eating that item will only enhance your physical constitution. There's a 99% chance nothing bad will happen. You'll remain yourself, still human. Your genes won't change, and you won't grow a third eye."

But Yamcha caught the key phrase.

"What about the other 1%?"

Mewtwo was silent for a moment before slowly responding.

"Nothing in this world is 100% guaranteed. Even if you do fall into that 1%, all that'll happen is a third eye growing on your forehead—and it will possess special abilities. You wouldn't lose anything."

Mewtwo pushed up his glasses, expressionless, and added for persuasive effect:

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

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"...Fine. That's one of my goals anyway. Even if it were only 60% safe, it'd be worth it. I just don't want to turn from a human into some space alien."

Yamcha took a deep breath, still determined to obtain the item.

The desire to become stronger had long since taken root in his heart. While the item might not bring an instant breakthrough, it could accelerate his growth. In other words—it was a divine treasure that could enhance training.

"Correction. Even if you did grow a third eye, that wouldn't make you an alien. It would just mean a mutation at the genetic level of a human. Theoretically, you'd still be an Earthling—just… an unnatural variant."

"'Unnatural variant'? That's such an ugly term. If only I could be classified as a mutant Earthling instead—would make my life a lot easier."

Yamcha muttered to himself.

Mewtwo ignored the complaint. After a brief pause, he suddenly adopted a much more serious tone:

"One more thing—I must stress this. Do not consume that item recklessly once you obtain it. You must return here, to this base."

"Promise me. Bring it back here first."

"I've already prepared the necessary follow-up measures."

Aside from the miraculous Senzu Beans, Yamcha also had other top-tier healing items like the Life Spring from Clear Cliff and Moo Moo Milk from Big Dairy Farm. Mewtwo had studied all of them and created Earth-exclusive healing devices based on them. In terms of effectiveness, they were on par with the Frieza Force's tech.

Though his face remained stoic, Mewtwo's earnest tone and sincere eyes gave him away—he truly cared about Yamcha's well-being.

Why?

Because they were partners who trusted each other.

The bond between human and Pokémon was that pure, that simple.

"Alright!"

Yamcha's reply was firm and resolute.

"Hmm?"

Dark WarGreymon stirred from his slumber, blinking groggily. Then he yawned and mumbled, "Is it mealtime? I want curry beef this time!"

Curry beef rice—his favorite dish, second only to coffee pudding.

Preparations complete. Tomorrow, it's time to seize the penultimate puzzle piece.

But man, writing five chapters is exhausting.

(End of Chapter)