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... an took the chance to delve into his system.

His "cheat" ability was a system called the Milestone System, which granted him lottery draws for reaching various achievements.

The Dragapult that had helped him make a name for himself in Hoenn had been his first-ever lottery prize.

Now, he finally had another chance to draw a reward.

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"This system really doesn't make much noise, does it?"

Muttering to hims ...

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