Chapter 117: Confirmed by the Look in Your Eyes, You're the Right One
"The world you're from is actually a data-constructed world? That's really interesting."
After returning to the Great Desert Base, Yamcha told Mewtwo about the origins of the Dark WarGreymon.
Mewtwo also realized that the other party was not a Pokémon like himself.
By the way, Mewtwo wasn't the only one who came to the Dragon Ball world. Even the unused cloned Pokémon he created using his replication machine were brought along as well.
The reason was that Mewtwo believed those cloned Pokémon wouldn't be accepted in their original world.
Anyway, there was plenty of space here.
The entire desert area belonged to Yamcha, especially after he became a high-ranking member of the Black Ribbon Army. This place had already become a forbidden zone.
Calling it a desert wasn't quite accurate anymore.
With a massive influx of funds, a large amount of vegetation had been brought in, creating a scene full of life.
"This kind of human food actually tastes quite good."
After eating a coffee jelly, Mewtwo commented.
While following Giovanni, he hadn't even enjoyed a proper meal, let alone delicious food.
Giovanni preferred things like steak and red wine, which didn't appeal to Mewtwo at all. Instead, he found himself really liking Dark WarGreymon's coffee jelly.
"Looks like you've got good taste too."
Having his favorite food praised made Dark WarGreymon extremely happy.
"You like it too?" A glimmer appeared in Mewtwo's eyes.
Their eyes met in midair—confirmed by the look, they were kindred spirits.
The Coffee Jelly Alliance was formed.
Yamcha silently drank his Moomoo Milk as he watched the two enthusiastically discuss food. Unlike them, who liked processed treats like coffee jelly, Yamcha preferred more natural foods.
Especially the delicacies from the Pokémon world—Moomoo Milk, Sitrus Berries, Nanab Berries, and Pinap Berries, for instance.
Since he was still growing, he needed to supplement his nutrition to get taller. In terms of nutrients, the food from the Pokémon world was top-notch—superior even to the magical beast meat from the Hunter x Hunter world.
No wonder that world had given birth to superhumans who could go toe-to-toe with Pokémon.
Though that superhuman once foolishly tried to punch Mewtwo, it couldn't be denied that his physical prowess was truly impressive.
And it wasn't an isolated case. There were plenty of examples in the Pokémon world of humans fighting Pokémon with their bare hands. Bea from Galar's Fighting-type Gym was one such powerhouse—she trained alongside her Pokémon barefoot in the mountains. Her training regime was so intense that Machamp and Machoke would be exhausted, while she'd only be sweating lightly. Then there was Chuck from Johto's Cianwood City, whose overall fighting skills were said to be stronger than his own Pokémon.
Why were humans in the Pokémon world so physically strong? Yamcha strongly suspected it had to do with the food they consumed daily.
So every now and then, he would make a trip to the Pokémon world to stock up.
After savoring his coffee pudding, Mewtwo got down to business.
"I've more or less figured out the structure of the gravity chamber. If you need it, I can build a training room with ten times gravity anytime."
It had to be said—when he wasn't obsessing over things, Mewtwo's intellect was outstanding. Just a brief look and he already understood the principles of a gravity room.
For someone who could reconstruct and improve an entire research facility, and even create high-tech items like the "Mewtwo Ball" and "Armor", building a gravity room was no big deal.
It's not that stronger gravity rooms couldn't be made, but beyond ten times gravity, it would start to negatively affect development. Ten times was the ideal level for early-stage training.
With Mewtwo around, Yamcha no longer had to worry about research and development.
From the beginning, Yamcha valued not Mewtwo's strength but his scientific prowess—especially when combined with his psychic abilities. His manufacturing capabilities were on par with a large-scale factory.
"Also, using Porygon2's abilities to gain access to the Digital World's permissions... that's a pretty clever idea."
"If we want rapid development, relying on Digimon power is absolutely necessary."
"We just don't have enough people."
Mewtwo naturally stepped into his role, beginning to plan for Yamcha's future.
Yes, Yamcha had too few capable people under his command.
The Red Ribbon Army's rabble weren't worth considering. They were subpar in both quality and loyalty. At best, they could intimidate ordinary people—not trustworthy at all.
Mewtwo glanced over at the Loader Liomon and Guardromon.
In comparison, these mechanical Digimon were far more reliable.
While individually they might not be a threat, in large numbers they were quite capable. And after evolving, they'd be even stronger. Most importantly, these two types of Digimon could be mass-produced.
This brings up an important faction in the Digital World—the Metal Empire.
Loader Liomon and Guardromon were the basic combat units of that faction.
As long as support from the Metal Empire could be secured, large-scale production of Loader Liomon and Guardromon would be possible. Even more powerful ones like Tankmon wouldn't be out of reach.
However, contact was still limited. Even in the Digital World, the Metal Empire had only been mentioned in passing.
"Let's put that aside for now. There's something I want to know."
At this point, Mewtwo's gaze burned intensely as he looked at Yamcha.
"What is your dream, partner?"
What is your dream? Your desire? Your goal?
Mewtwo now asked the very question Yamcha had once posed to him.
To dominate the world?
Become king of the world?
Conquer the universe?
But Yamcha's answer caught him off guard.
"I just want to live a good life."
That had been Yamcha's goal ever since arriving in the Dragon Ball world—and that simple wish was what constantly pushed him to grow stronger.
He didn't even dare pin his hopes on resurrection via Dragon Balls.
Who knew if the one resurrected would be him, or just someone like him?
Too many uncertainties—that's why he kept building up trump cards.
"And, along the way, visit other worlds and meet strong warriors... fight them."
Every martial artist has a heart that yearns to grow stronger.
That's exactly why, despite having countless paths to power, Yamcha chose the hardest one—training.
Why should Frieza be the one to dominate the universe and earn the title of Emperor?
Why could Broly surpass Super Saiyan Blue in just a day and become unmatched?
Why couldn't he, Yamcha, do the same?
Let's see who's got the better hacks.
"And I want to protect this planet."
Yamcha loved this blue planet beneath his feet. He didn't want to see it destroyed—not even by a God of Destruction.
Although saying that might seem premature, he had confidence.
After all, he had the support of countless worlds behind him.
"I understand."
After hearing Yamcha's answer, Mewtwo nodded.
Your wish shall become my lifelong mission.
(End of Chapter)
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