Hearing the words of the middle-aged man in black, Aoki was shocked, his thoughts racing. It turned out that the so-called advanced psychic powers of the present era were only considered an intermediate level in ancient times? So, by that standard, were Sabrina's psychic powers considered advanced? And the middle-aged man in black before him, who so deeply admired the ancient psychics, made it difficult for Aoki to imagine how ordinary people in ancient times had managed to overthrow the rule of those ancient psychics. And from what he said, was the other party a descendant or successor of those surviving ancient psychics? If so, he should know many secrets about psychics. Aoki felt a slight stirring within.
"According to what you said, as long as I join your organization, you can provide me with skills related to using psychic powers?" Aoki asked.
The middle-aged man in black looked deeply at Aoki, knowing he was being probed for information. However, relying on the advantages of the alternate dimension, he had no intention of hiding anything. "That's correct! And that is merely the tip of the iceberg. As long as you can complete the tasks assigned by the organization, you can even obtain supreme divine power!" The middle-aged man in black wore a fanatical expression, akin to a religious zealot.
"Then, I wonder... what is the name of your organization?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Aoki's eyes.
The middle-aged man didn't notice. The fanaticism on his face remained undiminished. "The Divine Religion!!"
"…"
Aoki was left speechless. It sounds like the name of a demonic cult, he thought wryly.
The middle-aged man seemed to see through Aoki's disdain. "I will ask you one final time, are you willing to join our Divine Religion?! You will attain supreme glory!!"
Aoki looked at him as if he were a fool. "No! That's an idiotic name," he refused outright.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man seemed to choke on his own saliva. All the words he had prepared turned into spit that he swallowed back down, clogging his throat. He stared at Aoki.
"Then you shall remain in this alternate dimension forever! You will have no chance for regret," the middle-aged man in black threatened viciously.
"Okay, I quite like it here, though it's a bit boring to be alone. It would be better if you could stay with me," Aoki said with a smile.
A sneer appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in black. "I don't know what you mean." As he spoke, he reached out and waved his hand through the air. A door materialized behind him. He needed only to pass through it to return to the outside world.
"Have fun here by yourself. I don't have the energy to play with you. If it weren't for the mission, I wouldn't bother dealing with you." His words were filled with profound disdain for Aoki. He was deeply displeased with the task detailed on the mission card and the importance the organization placed on recruiting Aoki. He had worked tirelessly and loyally for the organization for so long, yet had never seen them pay him such attention. Admitting his jealousy was not that difficult.
"Was it necessary to send a White Messenger specifically to emphasize your mission?" As if feeling the pain from his broken arm anew, the anger in the middle-aged man's eyes intensified. But without any hesitation, he reached out to grab the door. He knew he just needed to open it and step through.
Hmm?
For some reason, the spatial door, which should have been as easy to open as drinking water, remained completely immovable.
He applied more force!
It still didn't move!
"Hey, why aren't you leaving? Can't bear to part with me?" Aoki said sarcastically, the mockery on his face entirely unconcealed.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man turned around and stared wide-eyed at Aoki. "You're the one who did this! What did you do?! Why can't I control this place?!" His voice held a note of shock and disbelief. Now, not only was the door beyond his control, but this entire alternate dimension had slipped from his grasp.
"Eh? You're the one who's being strange. Didn't you say this is your territory, under your control? How should I know what happened?" Although his words said one thing, his expression clearly said another.
Seeing Aoki's expression, the middle-aged man knew he had been tricked. His face gradually darkened. "Where did you obtain the method to control the alternate dimension? Did the lost psychics also pass down an inheritance?" asked the middle-aged man in black.
Hearing his words, Aoki raised an eyebrow. Inheritance? It seemed he knew something extraordinary.
"It should be about time," Aoki suddenly said lightly.
"What?" The middle-aged man was stunned by Aoki's abrupt statement.
"You've probably told me almost everything you know. As a minor character, I doubt you're qualified to know much more," Aoki said, his face showing open disdain.
Hearing these words, the middle-aged man's face flushed red, but he didn't know how to refute them. What Aoki said was indeed the truth. He really was just a minor character. He knew his own place.
"You—" Before he could finish speaking, Aoki interrupted him.
"Enough. Let me welcome you now... Welcome to my domain!!!" As he spoke, Aoki spread his hands, and his psychic power surged outward. Simultaneously, the Unown markings on his wrist flashed. Instantly, the originally somewhat narrow alternate dimension expanded four to five times in size, and the surrounding spatial walls seemed to solidify considerably. The alternate dimension the middle-aged man had been so proud of moments before had been utterly overwhelmed.
The middle-aged man who witnessed this scene stared in amazement. He even rubbed his eyes comically, unable to believe the changes he was seeing.
"Well, are you surprised? Are you shocked?" Aoki said with a smile. This was a classic case of showing off one's prowess in front of an authority. It was just an alternate dimension.
The middle-aged man looked at Aoki, his expression constantly shifting. He finally understood why the organization placed such importance on Aoki. It turned out he possessed such an ability.
"There's no other way. I can only defeat you first," he said, taking a deep breath. The middle-aged man took out a Poké Ball and threw it directly onto the ground. The Poké Ball opened, and an Alakazam appeared within the alternate dimension.
A Psychic-type Pokémon paired with a psychic user? A traditional combination indeed.
Aoki smiled, took out a Poké Ball, opened it in his hand, and a Pokémon materialized in front of him.
Roooar!!!
A roar reverberated throughout the space. Tyranitar, standing 3.2 meters tall, appeared!! Though it had just emerged, Tyranitar's aura swept across the entire dimension, immensely domineering.
The middle-aged man showed a flicker of surprise upon seeing Aoki's Tyranitar. A Tyranitar with such a tall stature? But immediately, a trace of disdain surfaced on his face. "You really think like an ordinary person, believing that Pokémon are powerful just because they are tall and strong? You truly are a simple-minded person with muscles for brains." His words clearly conveyed his scorn for Tyranitar's powerful physique. The Alakazam before him also displayed a contemptuous expression toward Tyranitar. Even though Tyranitar was a Dark-type Pokémon, Alakazam still held it in low regard.