The Twelfth Day in the Neverland
After a night of focused ditation, Aoki managed to process most of the mories.
The throbbing pain in his head had subsided, and his psychic abilities had significantly improved. Though he hadn't yet reached the level of an interdiate psychic—falling short of his expectations—the progress far surpassed what he had gained from absorbing the Mind Ore.
Now, Aoki could faintly sense the threshold separating him from interdiate psychic mastery.
Psychic abilities were not uncommon in the Pokémon world, but the majority of psychics remained at the elentary level—or were still untrained, much like Aoki had once been. However, the number of interdiate psychics dropped sharply, as the difficulty of advancing increased exponentially.
As for high-level psychics? They were exceedingly rare. So far, the only high-level psychic Aoki had encountered was Sabrina.
Reaching the cusp of interdiate psychic prowess was an achievent in itself, and Aoki was satisfied. But sothing else brought him even greater excitent.
The system had compiled the fragnted mories related to the w specin in Aoki's mind and, through analysis, had deduced a thod to utilize the w's genetic material.
At present, only one of Aoki's Pokémon could make use of it—Slowking, the Water/Psychic-type Pokémon.
Originally, after evolving into Slowking, it had leaned further into its Psychic-type developnt. Now, it seed destined to embrace this path completely.
Aoki called Slowking to his side.
"Slowking, I'm going to test sothing on you. If it becos unbearable, you must stop imdiately," Aoki instructed firmly.
Though the w's fur sample was incredibly rare, to Aoki, no item was more valuable than his Pokémon.
Slowking nodded solemnly. It had an inkling of what was coming, but its resolute gaze conveyed its determination. If its Trainer believed in its strength, it would not disappoint him.
Retrieving the glass container from his storage, Aoki carefully removed the w's fur—stored just the day before—with a pair of tweezers.
Slowking's crown bore a red gem-like structure, distinct from the Shellder's eyes (which were positioned on the back of its head). Aoki theorized that this gem was a remnant of the King's Rock, transford during Slowking's evolution—a symbol of its royal status.
Gently lifting the gem, Aoki placed the w's fur beneath it.
In truth, handing this specin over to Team Rocket would have earned Aoki substantial rewards. But he had no way of proving its authenticity to Giovanni, nor could he guarantee that Team Rocket wouldn't suspect him if they later discovered the now-empty relic.
More importantly, Aoki had found a better use for it—strengthening his own Pokémon.
At first, Slowking showed no reaction. But as ti passed, a change beca evident.
Slowking's innate psychic energy was already vast, but the amount it could channel at once had always been its limitation. It was like having a massive reservoir of water but only a small pipe to draw from.
Now, as the w's genetic material took effect, Slowking's aura intensified. Leaves rustled without wind, and pebbles lifted from the ground, suspended in the air.
Slowking's eyes shifted from pale blue to a deep, glowing azure—a sign of its escalating psychic output.
In just ten minutes, Slowking's psychic capacity had doubled.
Aoki, standing nearby, felt the energy radiating from his Pokémon. His clothes fluttered as if caught in an unseen breeze, and he watched Slowking intently.
This experint was risky. Could Slowking truly withstand the genetic material of a Mythical Pokémon?
When Aoki had previously absorbed traces of the w's energy, he had endured prolonged visions and mory overload. Now, Slowking was being exposed directly to the specin.
Veins bulged on Slowking's forehead—a clear sign of strain.
"Slowking, that's enough! We can try again later when we're stronger!" Aoki called out, unwilling to push his Pokémon too far.
He recalled the Groudon Armor Fragnt he had obtained from Team Magma—a re fraction of its power had driven a Carupt to the cusp of the pseudo-champion tier, though at the cost of its sanity.
Slowking was only at level 45, still far from pseudo-champion strength, though its potential far exceeded Carupt's. Could it endure this?
Aoki wasn't sure.
Were the Groudon Fragnt and the w's Fur comparable in potency?
He believed so.
The difference was that Team Rocket, with its resources, could potentially create an entirely new wtwo from the sample, while Team Magma could only replicate a flawed, berserk Groudon.
It was a testant to Team Rocket's dominance as the most formidable underground organization in the Pokémon world.
"Sloooow… KIIING!"
With a sudden burst of energy, Slowking unleashed a psychic shockwave, forcing Aoki back several steps. Only with Drapion's support did he steady himself.
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