Superpowers

Let me tell you something you might not know.

"Speaking of which, were you reading my mind just now?" Recovering from the initial thrill of being humiliated, Wanlong changed the subject, saying, "Are you a superhuman too?"

My first suspicion wasn't about Ralts's characteristics, but about my identity.

As expected, Ralts' telepathy cannot be shared with its trainer under normal circumstances.

"I suppose so," Wei Xin said. Rather than letting others know about Ralts's special telepathic abilities and causing unnecessary trouble, it's better to admit that he is a psychic. If word gets out, it will make those with ulterior motives hesitate to act.

"It only recently awakened, so it's not very easy to control."

"Sigh, so you're not a natural psychic?" Wanlong asked curiously. Although there are different psychic gyms in various leagues around the world, psychic abilities can also be improved through training.

However, unlike waveguides, which can be learned and controlled, superpowered individuals are born with them, much like a type of organ that a person is born with.

Moreover, the effect of cultivating superpowers is not strong. Some people spend their entire lives and can only bend a spoon or start a fire out of thin air.

Whether it's Sabrina, hailed as the world's strongest psychic in the Kanto region, or Psychic King, one of the Unova Elite Four, both displayed astonishing talent from a young age.

Especially when emotions are running high, reality is distorted and houses are destroyed, but that is the result of crushing with absolute power.

It's like crushing paper with your hands.

In contrast, among all superpowers, mind reading and precognition are the most special types of superpowers, because humans are more or less protected by an emotional force called waveguide.

While some people can use superpowers to forcibly read others' thoughts, this will inevitably damage the waveguide's protection and cause irreversible harm to the target.

At the very least, poke a hole or two in the paper and peek out cautiously.

The boy in front of me can read other people's thoughts without them even realizing it, which is clearly a special quality, a unique talent.

If it weren't for the fact that I frequently interact with psychics like Cattleya, and that I'm a Ghost-type Pokémon trainer with an innate resistance to psychics...

Because superpowers involve using force to interfere with reality, Ghost-type abilities possess unrealistic characteristics.

She almost didn't recognize it.

The main problem was Gengar's shadow, which kept poking the soles of her feet with its fingers to remind her.

Something's off about this kid. Be careful when you're playing, or you might crash and burn.

Although they were ultimately defeated, the game ended in a CG.

"Does Miss Wanlong know a lot about superpowers?" Wei Xin asked.

As the saying goes, the person who understands you best is not your friend or family, but your enemy. As a Ghost-type trainer who is extremely incompatible with Psychic-types, Wei Xin believes that Wan Long must have unique insights into psychic abilities.

Having finally found someone who understands superpowers, Wei Xin didn't want to let this opportunity slip by. Learning more about them would also benefit Ralts's development.

"Just call me Wanlong. 'Miss' is a bit ambiguous in the Donghuang language. I'm still a virgin," Wanlong said. "Because I have friends who are superpowered."

"Miss Wanlong, you are one of the four Heavenly Kings of Unova. Miss Gadalia, the Psychic King?" Wei Xin asked.

"You actually know that?" Wanlong said in surprise. Although the regional king was famous, he was only famous for people in his own region. In terms of popularity, he was far less famous than the regional champion.

Not only that, I've hit her too, and I've even hit you.

With a Lucario, none of the Unova Elite Four can beat you.

"I don't know much about superpowers, but I do know that one of the sources of power for superpowered individuals is emotion."

"Furthermore, during battles, psychics can apply their power to Pokémon, increasing the power of Pokémon moves, especially noticeable with Psychic-type Pokémon."

"If you can learn to control and release your emotions, it might allow Ralts to unleash even greater power in battles. If you have time, I suggest you go to a psychic dojo or something similar to learn."

"One last thing, you'd better keep your superpowered status a secret, because superpowers are hereditary, and you're quite handsome."

"If someone with ulterior motives finds out, you might be kidnapped and taken to a place where no one can find you, and then live a miserable life where you are exploited by different women on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, coveted by men on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, work overtime randomly on Sundays, and have your holidays adjusted to make up for lost time."

Ignoring Wanlong's vivid and morbidly humorous defeat CG, Wei Xin walked out of the reception room with the contract. Just as he reached the first floor, Ralts felt something tug at her foot.

"Ralu!" Ralulas was startled and grabbed Wei Xin's leg.

Wei Xin turned his head in confusion and saw a pair of chubby purple hands peeking out from his and Ralts's shadows.

It's Wanlong's Gengar.

Holding a box of unopened cookies, as if afraid that Wei Xin would not accept it, she carefully poked Wei Xin's ankle.

"Ralts!" Ralts crossed her arms and angrily turned her face to the side.

Hmph, you think you can fool me? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?

I don't believe you.

The trainer had told her the story of the arrival of the wolfhound.

Seeing that Ralts wouldn't accept his apology, Gengar, wearing a yellow deliveryman's hat, poked half its head out of the shadows, tugged at Wei Xin's trouser leg, and pitifully poked its fingers with its head down.

The trainer was there just now, I was wrong, I'm here to apologize to you now.

If all else fails, have Ralts punch me a couple of times to vent your anger.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt.

"After all, it's a kind gesture," Wei Xin said. "You should accept it and remember to thank them."

The plastic film is still on top, so it should be fine... right?

"Ralu!"

Since the trainer had spoken, Ralts accepted the cookie from Gengar and bowed in thanks.

"Goblin!"

Seeing that Ralts and Wei Xin had accepted his cookies, Gengar narrowed his eyes into slits, smiled, adjusted his hat, and followed his shadow into the elevator.

On the way, he even reached into an employee's desk and stole a fork and seasoning packet from an unopened pack of instant noodles.

As expected, old habits die hard. Watching Gengar disappear from sight, Wei Xin and Ralts glanced at the unopened cookie box and made a decision.

Next, let Morubek try the taste first. If it doesn't taste good, you can give it to the bad frog.

As soon as I stepped outside, my eyes met those of Mary, who had turned around.

With Morubek by her side, Mary walked up to Wei Xin, who held up a paper bag containing another contract.

Morpeko walked up to Ralts, his eyes fixed on the cookie in Ralts' hand.

"To celebrate the novel signing, we're having a big meal tonight, which I cooked myself."

Upon hearing about the lavish meal, Mary's somewhat disappointed eyes suddenly lit up, but then she fell silent, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Wei Xin, did you see the news just now? Pokémon Hunter..."

Before Mary could finish speaking, Wei Xin raised one finger and reached into his pocket with his other hand.

Looking at Mali's anxious and uncertain expression, Wei Xin realized that he suddenly understood Wanlong.

"Shh, close your eyes first."

"Close your eyes?" Upon hearing this, Mary was initially bewildered. But when she saw the smile on Wei Xin's face, she seemed to remember something. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the passersby around her, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Could it be...?

He clenched his fist, placed it on his chest, and anxiously looked around to make sure there were no shouting groups nearby, so his brother wouldn't know.

After careful consideration, with a hint of worry and a feeling she couldn't quite define, Mary closed her eyes, her heels involuntarily rising onto her toes, her body leaning slightly forward.