**Outer Realm, Inner Realm, Core Realm.**
As soon as Natsume returned to the Pokémon Center, he shut himself in to begin research.
If he could master telekinesis, even if he couldn't reach Sabrina's level…
Just being at the Inner Realm level, or even attaining the Outer Realm's level of mastery, would already be a huge advantage in his experiments and research.
Especially for experiments that required extremely high precision.
If telekinesis could permeate every corner of a laboratory…
Natsume speculated that it would be almost like being omnipresent.
"First of all, this field values talent the most."
Muttering to himself, Natsume flipped through the notebook Seth had given him. It didn't just record his own learning curve, but also contained notes from long ago on Sabrina's training.
Comparing Seth and Sabrina's growth curves, Natsume clearly saw one thing:
Sabrina's talent was monstrous, while Seth was just a normal person.
Seth managed to get started within a month, sensing the seed of psychic power forming in his mind. With a year of hard training, that psychic seed steadily grew.
At this stage, Seth could already move objects at a distance, bend spoons, and so on.
Most of the students at Saffron Gym were stuck at this stage.
By his fourth year, Seth was able to merge the psychic seed in his mind throughout his whole body.
His telekinesis coated his body like a new organ, allowing him to sense the world in a new way. This marked his step into the Outer Realm's threshold.
At this stage, Seth could control large instruments, use psychic power to suppress his emotions, perfectly control his body, and perform delicate operations.
Sabrina, in contrast, stepped into the Outer Realm threshold the very day she began training at the age of seven.
From there, she advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching a new realm almost every year. By the time she wasn't even ten, she had already entered the Core Realm and had turned herself into a withdrawn, isolated child.
Sabrina's growth curve gave Natsume a headache.
Geniuses were useless as references. The best textbooks were other ordinary people.
So, compared to Sabrina, Seth was clearly the benchmark of an ordinary person's pace.
The League had long conducted research on telekinesis, and Natsume had read plenty about it.
A psychic who had just condensed a psychic seed had strength roughly equal to a level 10 Psychic-type Pokémon.
Stepping into the Outer Realm threshold was about the level of a level 30 Psychic-type Pokémon.
Entering the Inner Realm threshold was about equal to a level 50 Pokémon.
And reaching the Core Realm threshold meant having power roughly equal to a level 70 Pokémon.
Natsume's expression turned strange.
Humans in this world produced extraordinary individuals, with physical and mental strength far beyond normal, making him feel out of place.
He seriously suspected that the human DNA in Mewtwo might have been provided by a Core Realm-level psychic.
Such psychics were rare, but if Giovanni wanted to, he could probably make it happen.
*Giovanni, you fool!*
If it were Natsume, he'd have even added Ash's genes.
With that kind of combination, Mewtwo might really have turned the tables.
"Forget it, forget it, I won't force it." Natsume shook his head, focusing on beginner meditation techniques, picturing a black hole in his mind.
The reason the League hadn't widely spread telekinesis training was simple—it relied too much on innate talent.
Some people could train their whole lives and still never reach the Outer Realm threshold.
Natsume didn't expect his own talent ceiling to be that high. Reaching the Outer Realm would already be enough.
For his experiments, the Outer Realm was more than sufficient.
After a long time, Natsume opened his eyes, confusion flashing in them.
Aside from his head feeling swollen, he didn't sense anything.
That didn't make sense. With his **100 Ash Intelligence**, mental work like this should have been a piece of cake.
Opening his system panel, Natsume noticed his Intelligence had risen to 101.
*Maybe it is helping?*
Skeptical, Natsume continued meditating.
Yes… picturing a black hole in his mind was indeed a challenge, but he had the patience for it.
Stars, light, the cosmos—gradually warping and twisting, slowly constructing the image in his mind.
He had to admit, this training method was difficult. At one point his head felt hot, and he even had to ask Gengar to press a wet towel on it.
But once he finished constructing the first star, everything afterward became much easier.
Two days later, Natsume could already perfectly depict a black hole in his mind.
The stars being drawn in, the distorted light, the distant halo—every detail was vividly reconstructed in his thoughts.
"Natsume, we're back!"
From downstairs, Ash's voice called out.
Beside him, Seth was smiling brightly.
The Haunter they had caught was quite interesting—*maybe*…
Suddenly, Seth's expression shifted as he sharply raised his head toward Natsume's room.
"What is it, Uncle Seth?" Ash asked curiously.
With a grave look, Seth placed his hand on Ash and the others, teleporting them straight into Natsume's room.
The moment they arrived, everyone was stunned.
Natsume was floating in midair, and around him—chairs, vases, books, and all sorts of objects—were also suspended, slowly orbiting him.
Sensing their arrival, Natsume opened his eyes.
Strange… he had already completed the black hole depiction, but where was the psychic seed? Why wasn't there anything?
*Crash!* The instant his eyes opened, everything in the room lost support and fell, shattering across the floor.
"Mr. Natsume!" Giselle exclaimed, but fortunately none of the shards struck him.
Looking down at the mess, then over at Seth, Natsume asked,
"Why'd you drop my stuff?"
Seth: "…"
"Natsume, I think that was your own telekinesis," Brock said, pointing at the shards.
"Wow, Natsume, did you already get started? That looked amazing!" Misty rushed closer, circling him, checking him from left to right.
"Natsume, I want to fly!" Ash shoved Misty's head aside, his sparkling eyes practically pressed against Natsume's face.
In the back, Seth silently sighed at the familiar wreckage.
Another Sabrina had appeared.
From what he sensed, Natsume could step into the Inner Realm threshold at any moment.
Maybe one day he'd just wake up and it would already be done.
"So… I actually got started?" Natsume muttered, staring at his hands. Then, glancing at Ash, he willed it.
"Whoa, Natsume, I'm really flying!" Blue light wrapped around Ash as he floated into the air, flailing with excitement.
The weakness of *Pallet Town Superman who can't fly* was finally resolved!
"But why didn't I sense… um, what you call the psychic seed?" Natsume turned toward Seth, voicing his doubt.
"A true genius really can't sense the seed," Seth said heavily. "Because they reach the Outer Realm level so quickly."
"Outer Realm?" Natsume thought for a moment, then shifted his will. In an instant, it was like switching into omnipresent view—his mind showing him every person in the room.
Even the tiny bugs in the corners, he could see them clearly.
"No wonder. I thought the black hole was so hard to depict, but once it succeeds, the gains are enormous!" Natsume said with delight.
"Black hole? Beginners can usually complete that pretty quickly."
"With your talent, why not try depicting something more complex—like a house?" Seth looked at him oddly.
"Wait… which *black hole* are you talking about?" Natsume suddenly realized.
"Hold on—which *black hole* are you talking about!?" Seth gasped.
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