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12600 Pokécoins.
Not too much, not too little.
With that amount, you can't buy top-level special abilities to directly enhance combat power.
You could buy 12600 bottles of Moomoo Milk, sell each for 50k Belly, and quintuple the investment, but currently, there aren't that many buyers.
Unless you disregard the Pokémon's feelings and sell them all to the Whitebeard Pirates or the Navy.
Unfortunately, Dak refuses.
In business, to gain some, you lose some heart. For his first venture into business, Dak isn't ready to give up that much conscience; he's not a qualified capitalist.
As for purchasing a rare item for humans and reselling it at several times the price to those in need, like the "Crescent Feather," Dak had considered this.
"Rare items can only be sold at face value or used as rewards for events. Please develop the Mystery Hatchery House steadily," the system dictates.
So much for that idea. The system already has me using it, and now it wants me to stay grounded?
Though the idea of reselling at a higher price was nixed by the system, Dak's mind began to churn with other plans.
Hosting an event?
When there are more Pokémon, host a Pokémon League, with rare items for the winners, but an entry fee of 100k Belly.
That'd still turn a hefty profit.
"Sigh, the lack of Trainers is a problem. We need to increase Pokémon awareness, but at this pace…"
Dak's gaze drifts to the somewhat desolate shop entrance.
While not devoid of customers, about 70-80% who step in immediately step back out, intimidated by the shop's oppressive aura.
This aura, terrifying to those with real power, is indispensable for dealings with top-tier maritime forces, ensuring they don't simply overpower the shop.
For those without strength, well, they typically don't have money either.
"Hey, Dak, why the long face? Share with us, don't underestimate us."
Bon Clay notices Dak's troubles and prompts a discussion.
You said we're all partners and family from now on, didn't you? So why can't you share with us? Are we outsiders to you?
"Yeah, boss, I've got a fair bit of knowledge myself, might be able to help out."
Robin, while perusing a Pokémon guidebook and massaging Miltank, doesn't miss the exchange.
Her combat skills might be her weakest link, as depicted in the original story, where she demonstrated proficiency in archaeology, dissection, labor, socializing, analysis, gaming, drawing, dancing, among other skills, all at commendable levels.
"Ah, it's just that our shop's growth has been too slow. How can we attract more customers to our Mystery Hatchery House and encourage them to spend?"
Dak decides to voice his concerns, hoping Bon Clay and Robin might offer some useful insights.
After exchanging glances, Bon Clay speaks up first.
"Getting here is quite challenging for outsiders. Maybe opening some branches outside would be better, but safety is a concern."
Bon Clay makes the first suggestion, also mentioning Dak's shadow Pokémon, Darkrai, "It's best if Darkrai stays by your side, especially since you'll be traveling to record coordinates. But apart from Darkrai, we three are too weak to even consider opening branches on the Grand Line."
It's an undeniable truth.
While invincible within the Mystery Hatchery House, without Darkrai's company, they're significantly weaker.
"At most, we could be considered first-rate in the Four Seas, but certainly not the top."
Robin adds her thoughts, "Even if we did open branches, I doubt we'd see much customer traffic. After all, most people have no idea what Pokémon are. I believe promotion is key. If you need, I could help you contact the newspaper."
Dak ponders their suggestions. Opening branches poses a staffing issue, especially lacking strong personnel. Advertising has its pros and cons; while it would bring Pokémon's defensive capabilities to the general public's attention, acceptance might be hard to achieve.
Fear and resistance towards Pokémon's powers are inevitable stages, akin to the Ancient Age in the Pokémon world.
"Perhaps... people here might be more receptive, given the existence of Devil Fruits and the myriad of creatures on the Grand Line. Compared to those, Pokémon are relatively adorable and can protect lives. Moreover, compared to witnessing pirates annihilating one's companions and family, are Pokémon really harder to accept?"
Mulling over this, Dak nods, considering the idea feasible.
However, he also thinks of the World Government, pirates, and the underworld forces, all of whom would likely take an interest in Pokémon. Such ambition-driven groups would undoubtedly be more keen on this power, leading to a whole host of problems.
"Robin, contact the newspaper."
Deciding not to be deterred by potential troubles, Dak believes it's all part of the Mystery Hatchery House's growth process.
Similar to writing a novel, as a book gains readership, it attracts all sorts of people, including critics and nitpickers. This indicates the book's popularity. Even if it faces initial criticism, enduring this phase can solidify its status as a timeless masterpiece, with former critics turning into loyal fans.
"Strength."
Returning to his bedroom, Dak acknowledges his need for more power.
This strength is best if it's his own or, at least, belongs to the Mystery Hatchery House. Whether it's for managing branches or dealing with potential troublemakers, sufficient power is necessary to maintain order.
With not enough Pokécoins for a direct increase in power, Dak decides to gamble.
He allocates 1000 Pokécoins for ten consecutive draws, keeping 11600 Pokécoins in reserve. If the gamble pays off, he plans to purchase a high-level Pokémon from the PokéMart for branch security.
Without further ado, he initiates the ten consecutive draws.
"Congratulations on obtaining:
200k Belly
Observation Haki x1
Berry Gift Pack x1
Pokémon Purchase 90% Off Coupon x1"
Dak's heart skips a beat, fearing the system might drain his savings with the discount coupon, only to follow with worthless draws.
"Armament Haki Lv+1
100k Belly
100k Belly
100k Belly
100k Belly
I knew it, you damn..."
"Sceptile Lv.100"
"I admit I might have spoken too loudly. I apologize for doubting your intentions, system. I was indeed at fault."
(End of Chapter)