My setting is above yours!

Chapter 8 You call this telekinesis?
However, An Hui's expression of concern is, frankly speaking, a bit too much.

The number of murders in Ideal City is countless every day, but with such a large population, these criminals can hardly cause any major trouble.

Ron has lived here for so long, and every day he goes to school with wanted posters on the roadside in front of him.
However, if this wanted criminal really refers to him...

Is the inspection bureau acting this quickly?
Ron turned off his phone, lay down on the bed, and recalled his conversation with An Hui.

I never imagined that a case from this evening would result in arrest warrants being posted all over the streets by tonight...

It seems the inspection bureau really cares about this case.

—No, or rather, the patrol bureau really cares about the killer's "unknown" superpower.

Remembering what C01 had said, Ron seemed to be deep in thought.

It seems that even the inspection bureau was unaware of the existence of "magic"?

That's why C01, the elite patrol officer, told him that the perpetrator killed the victim using an unknown superpower.

It seems the Magicians' Association has been keeping its secrets quite well.

Considering that even the head of Noah Pharmaceuticals' laboratory is a magician...

I suspect that even the Police Department has its share of spies from the Magicians' Association.

The more Ron thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

What are these magicians hiding in the various organizations of Ideal City for?
How did they manage to do that...?

Forget it.

After thinking for a moment, Ron immediately gave up.

The secrets hidden deep within Ideal City are not something he is qualified to explore now.

They're already wanted by the patrol bureau, they don't have time to think about these trivial things!

It would be better to focus on improving your skill level...

after all,

Once your ability level is raised to a certain point, even if you are caught by the patrol bureau, the outcome won't be too bad.

Because in Ideal City, as long as there is sufficient value...

Even death will keep its distance from you.

Who knows, in a few years, it might become the twelfth Lv.5 in Ideal City?
At that time, Lv.5 [Vector Manipulation], hmph...

Ron thought about it, and eventually drifted off to sleep in a daze.

Silent all night.

The next day, the sun rose three poles.

Ron stretched and got out of bed with satisfaction.

Since I transmigrated to Ideal City, I've rarely been able to sleep for this long.

According to Ron's usual routine, even though it's Sunday and he doesn't have to go to school, he would still get up at six o'clock sharp.

Then comes the involution that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The computing power of Lv.2 is not due to innate talent, but rather the result of a small amount of effort from a master in the field of intense competition.

However, he had experienced too much yesterday, and Ron was overloaded with computing power, so he had to choose to get a good night's rest.

Now that you've rested enough, it's time to get moving.

He walked out the door and squeezed into the hoverbus.

In order to improve himself, Ron reluctantly booked a tutoring class that was anything but cheap, even the address was in Zone C of Ideal City.

Compared to the training gyms in the D district slums that at most hire Lv.2 superpowered individuals as coaches, this one is far superior.

Otherwise, they wouldn't dare charge 10,000 credits for a course that's only half a month long...

Ron sat on the bus, watching the scenery flash by outside the window.

Moen, the ideal city, has fairly conquered every corner of half the planet, but has not fairly protected its people.

The vast majority of people can only live outside the ideal city, in those backward areas called "outer city," living a primitive life from the last century.

They toiled and sweated under the control of giant corporations, producing wealth that was mostly used to supply the true ideal city—

This is the inner city of the ideal city where Ron is currently living.

However, even within the inner city, there are distinctions of superiority and inferiority.

For example, the D district of Ideal City where Ron lives can be described as a slum in the inner city.

He rarely left Zone D, and even in Zone C, which was only slightly better than Zone D, he visited very few times.

When the bus arrived at the station, he got off and walked on the street, using the location information in his brain to find the training hall.

In Zone C, although it is still full of concrete high-rise buildings like Zone D, the distance between the buildings is significantly greater than in Zone D.

The buildings here are significantly newer than those in District D, and the illegally converted shacks and piles of building materials found in the alleys of District D are gone, making the environment several times better.

The training facility was easy to find. Ron simply walked along the main road through one or two commercial streets and saw a fairly large venue on the side of the road.

The venue entrance is marked with the simple and straightforward six characters: “Capacity Training Center”.

Why is there only this one brand?
This tutoring center doesn't seem like a business at all...

To be able to achieve such a large scale, it seems their teaching capabilities are truly impressive.

Ron was thinking to himself, and was about to go in to take a look, when he found that the venue door was locked.

what's the situation?
When I made the reservation, they didn't say that the store would be closed today.

Before he could even think, he suddenly heard a panting sound:

"Water...water...brother, please help me get a bottle of water..."

Ron turned his head and was shocked to find a tall, thin, blond-haired, blue-eyed young man dragging his legs as he ran towards him, looking at him with a pale face—

"Snapped!"

The man did look exhausted... because he hadn't even run two steps before his legs gave way and he slid to his knees in front of Ron.

His movements were so precise, it was like he was celebrating a goal, comparable to a football star.

Well, brother, you've already knelt down, so what else is there to say?
Ron was a little tense, looking at the young man kneeling on the ground as if he had burned out and hadn't said another word, and silently scanned the code on the vending machine next to him...
-
2 credits.

"for you."

He handed the man a bottle of ice water and opened one for himself.

But after taking only one sip, he heard a series of cracking sounds as the bottle was being squeezed.

The young star athlete from the shopping street drank the ice water in one gulp and let out a satisfied sigh.

His gaze toward Ron was full of gratitude:

"Thanks, brother. If it weren't for your help, I might really be lying here today."

It's amazing that you can get yourself into this state from running...

Being able to see this animal show for just one credit to buy a bottle of water is definitely worth the ticket price.

Ron scoffed inwardly, then shrugged indifferently.

"It's just a credit point, no need to thank me."

As he spoke, he hadn't forgotten his main task, pointing to the locked-down ability training center in front of him:
Do you know when this training facility opens?
I booked a skills training session for today yesterday, but when I arrived, I found the door was locked. I don't know what the coach inside was doing..."

"Oh, you mean this?" The young man took out the key. "Because the curator isn't coming until tonight, there's only one unlucky guy left with the key to open the door."

"The unlucky guy who was left woke up to find it was already noon, so he had to rush over as fast as he could. Just as he was about to suffer from heatstroke, he was rescued by a kind passerby..."

Isn't that just like you?

Watching the young man skillfully unlock the door and enter, Ron was speechless for a moment.

How did this person manage to talk about this so naturally from an outsider's perspective?
Ron looked at the young man in front of him with some suspicion, thinking that this person didn't seem very reliable.

How can the coaches in such a large training facility be like this...?

I've avoided this one; I'll switch to another company.

He opened the tutoring platform and prepared to request a refund without hesitation.

But before he could make a move, he saw the young man in front of him scratch his head and give him a big smile:

"If I'm not mistaken, brother, you should be the student who placed an order on the platform yesterday, right?"

Logically speaking, the session you booked should only be available in the evenings, where part-time trainers will come to teach you.

"But how can I just stand by and watch you, brother, be led astray by those newbies?"

He enthusiastically pulled Ron into the building, patting his chest and saying:
"You can train with me without worry. You don't need to pay the difference in price. I'll just put in a good word for the manager!"

Ron couldn't help but twitch his lips as he watched the man boasting.

In Ideal City, a person's level of ability is often reflected in how much they roll... This person can't even wake up properly, how could they possibly have superpowers?

Seemingly sensing Ron's distrust, the blond, blue-eyed young man thought for a moment, then took out a student ID from his pocket—

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Kevin, and I'm a second-year physics student at Moen University."

Ron's hand trembled, and he canceled the refund request.

"I'm Ron, a senior in high school."

Looking at the student ID card with the blood-red crescent moon school emblem, Ron immediately felt a sense of awe.

One of the three major universities...

It is also the only university funded by the municipal government, and Moen University has the highest admission requirements!

A sophomore at Moen University, that's definitely something.

As expected of a cram school located in Zone C, its teaching staff is incredibly strong; they even managed to recruit current university students from Moen University to teach there.

This is much more impressive than the resumes of those mediocre coaches in Zone D!
Ron readily agreed: "So when do we begin?"

He couldn't wait to hone his personal skills and try to master [Vector Manipulation]!

"Of course, anytime is fine."

Kevin readily agreed, "While there's no one else in the store right now, I can help you open some equipment that's not available in your price range..."

"By the way," he asked, "what kind of training are you planning to do?"

"Training computing power, augmented reality... or optimizing capability models?"

It should include both computational training and augmented reality?

Anyway, there's probably no room for optimization in the [Vector Manipulation] ability model...

Ron considered the performance of [Vector Manipulation] and said:

"Let's try augmented reality first."

Although his computing power would overload and potentially endanger his life even using only [vector manipulation],

However, the fundamental reason why [Vector Manipulation] has such a great impact on him still stems from his personal reality.

Ron's computing power is overloaded because his personal reality is unable to support the ability model of [Vector Manipulation].

Once your personal reality is sufficient to support the operation of [Vector Manipulation], the road ahead will be much easier.

"Then let's try this one first."

Kevin carefully took out the AR helmet and put it on Ron's head, then had him plug the helmet's data cable into the brain-computer interface.

"Relax and wait for the equipment to be installed... This is the latest reality simulation technology from Tianting Group, which can simulate the ability model of superhumans."

It automatically simulates your own ability model, allowing you to train your skills using your own computing power within a virtual environment.

nice one!
Ron immediately realized the significance of this helmet for superpowered individuals.

Using one's own superpowers is the most down-to-earth way among all the means of enhancing one's personal reality.

But for the vast majority of people,

Using one's abilities repeatedly can place a great burden on oneself and may even lead to injury.

However, if we are only running the capability model in a simulated reality,
This would free you from physical burdens and allow you to simply exercise your personal reality.

This is of great help to Ron right now!
"By the way," Kevin casually asked while waiting for the equipment to be installed, "what abilities did the Ron brothers awaken?"

"I will record your ability data and use the data from other models that have been recorded to find ways to optimize your personal reality. We need to find ability models that are similar to yours."

If I remember correctly, there has never been a user with the ability of [Vector Manipulation] in the history of Ideal City...

Of the similar ability models, Ron can only think of one right now: [Gravity Control]

Are we going to ask this guy to find the [Gravity Control] ability model for him?
Ron graciously swallowed this unreasonable demand:

"Is it some kind of variant of telekinesis?"

"Telekinesis?" Kevin slapped his thigh. "Telekinesis is easy to implement!"

He immediately pulled out a large number of USB drives from a drawer next to him:
"These are all ability model data for telekinetic users, and it seems there's even some formidable stuff from a Level 3 telekinetic user..."

He said confidently, "With these things, you can easily optimize this, brother!"

Ron hoped it would be so.

But he always felt that... using the data from these things, there was simply no way to optimize the personal reality using [Vector Manipulation].

The difference between them is like that between a firefly and the bright moon; they are simply incomparable.

"Drip drip."

The AR headset emitted a notification sound, and the indicator light turned green.

“The helmet is loaded,” Kevin reminded him. “Just try using the ability model as you normally would.”

As he spoke, he manipulated the backend to add a testing device to Ron's simulated reality.

Ron saw a huge rock fall in front of him, crashing into the ground and creating a deep crater; it looked incredibly realistic.

But clearly, this is just a simulated creation.

Kevin's voice came through:
"Since it's a variant of telekinesis anyway, let's test the power output with this stone first."

He encouraged, "Although this stone is something that a Level 1 Devil Fruit user cannot move... you can try your best to influence it with your telekinesis."

"The AR headset will help you record your ability and output data. As long as you select the virtual world as the scope of your personal real-world influence, it will not affect reality, so you can do whatever you want."

Should we give it our all...?

Ron opened the manual and once again loaded [Ability Model - Telekinesis] and [Out of Control] simultaneously.

Because you loaded the "Setting: Extraordinary Out of Control," your extraordinary abilities have been distorted into a more powerful state.

[Temporary setting: Ability Model - Vector Manipulation (Out of Control) has been activated.]

Feeling the dizziness surging through his mind like a tidal wave again, Ron restrained his personal reality and tried to use [Vector Manipulation] in the simulation.

Although Kevin told him to go all out, Ron was well aware of his own abilities.

Let alone whether he can actually use the full power of [Vector Manipulation]...

Even if he actually tried, he would never be able to control the full power of [Vector Manipulation].

Therefore, instead of randomly unleashing uncontrollable abilities, it's better to honestly try to control the power you can normally control...

Ron pressed his brow, no longer paying attention to the slight throbbing in his head, and instead focused all his energy on activating the ability model.

He tried to catch a wisp of wind—

Grab a wisp of flowing air and manipulate the direction of the gas molecules' random movement to compress them inward.

If my prediction is correct, as it is compressed, high-pressure plasma will be generated due to the collisions between gas molecules and high-energy particles...

Bombard it onto the boulder; that should be able to shake it slightly.

But Ron's operation failed.

He strained with all his might, but the needle-like pain in his head intensified, and the [Vector Manipulation] he had been barely managing to control began to stir...

In no time, this power slipped out of his control once again—

In an instant, unpredictable power surged forth, instantly covering the entire virtual arena!

The next moment, the virtual scene in the simulation changed.

Everything began to sway because Ron's power altered the direction of the force.

Even that giant rock trembled and floated up...

The next moment, demons danced wildly!

In just a few moments, the simulated scene in the virtual reality was subjected to extremely rapid destruction, instantly turning into ruins.

I still couldn't control it... I messed it up!

Ron gave an awkward smile.

He rubbed his forehead, looking at the mess in the virtual reality world, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed...

But Kevin was already standing there like a statue.

He stood there stunned for a long time before rubbing his eyes and staring incredulously at the mess...

Where did Lv.1 come from?

Can Lv.1 use Earth Explosion Star?

Kevin turned to look at Ron as if he'd seen a ghost, his eyes filled with disbelief.

brother……

You call this telekinesis?!
(End of this chapter)