"This is the most basic and crude way to use it," Morin said calmly.
"It's also the most mentally exhausting."
"You're using something formless to forcibly gather and act on reality. If your output isn't enough, you'll get hurt."
"You might not feel it yet," he added.
"I'll remove the mental wrap. Try again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Morin withdrew his mental power.
Instantly, only Alice's own mental strength remained, barely holding the cup in midair.
Then-
It was like that GIF.
You never know how hard something is until you do it yourself.
In that instant, the ordinary water cup felt like it weighed thousands of pounds, crashing straight down on her mind.
"Ah!" Alice cried out.
She held on for barely a moment before losing control.
Her mental power scattered.
She dropped to the ground, clutching her head as sharp pain surged through her skull.
"Hm... not bad," Morin said, his mouth twitching slightly.
"Minor trauma. Nothing serious."
It looked like Alice's mental power hadn't fully developed yet.
Even lifting a cup was too much.
Morin's goal had only been to let her experience the backlash of overreaching.
The result was... stronger than expected.
"So... how do I strengthen my mental power?" Alice asked, forcing herself through the headache.
"The Red Queen has relevant data," Morin replied.
"If I'm not mistaken, the T-virus in your body can assist mental development."
"Once fully developed, the virus will lose its infectious nature. It'll transform into something else."
"In fact, the antidote was developed by studying your body. Alicia's body."
He paused, then added seriously.
"But don't misunderstand. This doesn't mean you can inject it freely."
"Humans have limits. You don't have a way to 'stop being human.'"
"Digest one vial completely before touching the next."
"Inject too much too fast, and you'll become a deformed monster with superpowers."
"I finally found someone who can take over my job," Morin added dryly.
"So please be careful."
"And one more thing," he continued.
"Using mental power to move objects is extremely wasteful unless there's no other option."
"Mental power isn't about strength. It's about the mind."
"If used properly, it can do many incredible things."
"For example..."
As he spoke, Morin's mental power wrapped around Alice's head again.
This time, it didn't pull outward.
It pressed inward.
It slipped into her brain and acted directly on specific regions.
"This is-" Alice froze.
The sensation was unfamiliar.
Something vast pressing in.
No-
that wasn't the right way to think about it.
Still, as Morin's mental power worked on her brain, the sharp pain vanished.
Warmth spread through her head.
Comfortable.
Too comfortable.
"Ah~"
Morin: "..."
Something felt wrong.
He was sure he followed the recovery process correctly.
Was there some strange side effect?
"Ahem," Morin cleared his throat.
"Anyway, this is one application of mental power."
"I'm stimulating the region that generates mental power, allowing it to recover."
"The principle is-"
"Very comfortable," Alice said softly.
Her eyes were moist.
Morin: "..."
Was he using too much force?
Or was she just too sensitive?
It had to be a method issue.
He mentally tagged it as 'has special effects' and decided to move on.
"You're recovered, right?" he asked.
"Yes," Alice replied.
Her voice was soft.
Almost languid.
"Good. Let's continue," Morin said.
A professional relationship had to be maintained.
"As long as a creature has a brain, it has mental power," Morin explained.
"The correct way to use it is mental combat."
"For example, when I invaded your brain just now, I could've stimulated recovery."
"But I could also have damaged it directly."
"Instant, fatal damage."
"Or controlled your actions entirely."
"That's far more efficient than using mental power physically."
"Of course, if your mental power becomes abundant enough-"
"Then you can ignore all that and use it however you want."
"...Then how do you defend against it?" Alice asked after a moment.
"There must be a way, right?"
"There are two," Morin said, tapping his head.
"The first is direct confrontation."
"If your mental power is strong enough, you block it."
"And if it isn't?"
"Then the second method," Morin said slowly.
"What's the biggest difference between humans and ordinary creatures?"
"Creativity?" Alice answered.
"They make and use tools," Morin nodded.
"Mental power is energy."
"If it has form, it's substance."
"And if it's substance, it can be blocked."
"For example, a helmet that blocks mental power."
"Magneto?" Alice said immediately.
"Yes," Morin snapped his fingers.
"Even if it's fiction, it represents a possibility."
"It's not impossible to create."
"But don't focus on that yet."
"The priority is control and growth."
"Even across the universe, very few individuals truly develop mental power."
"So... even among aliens, you're special?" Alice asked.
"I thought all aliens were like you."
"Don't mythologize aliens," Morin said with a smile.
"Even among them, few reach my level."
Of course, Morin would never say no one was stronger than him.
The universe was vast.
Compared to it, his strength was still small.
That was why he always stayed respectful when negotiating.
Reverence and boldness.
That was his way.
"Individual power is limited," Morin said seriously.
"Unless it reaches godhood."
"Until then, technology will always dominate."
"I could exhaust myself to death several times over and still do less damage than a nuclear bomb."
"Do gods really exist?" Alice asked.
"That depends on definition," Morin replied.
"To primitives, a helicopter pilot is a god."
"To you, what I did in Nevada might seem divine."
"To me, a god is something that can influence the future of the entire universe."
This wasn't just teaching.
It was self-calibration.
Morin didn't know everything.
He was still growing.
But he knew one thing clearly.
Without reaching that level, he could never go home.
There were still tasks left.
He transported the remaining T-virus samples to his villa.
Alice moved in as well.
As his secretary, living nearby was logical.
Perfectly logical.
As for leaks?
Impossible.
Short of a nuclear strike, nowhere on Earth was safer.
When Morin was present, it was secure.
When he wasn't, Little Ai monitored everything.
And Morin could return instantly.
The virus was kept for one reason.
Alice's evolution.
Otherwise, it would've been destroyed with Umbrella's bases.
The mass relocation went smoothly.
Umbrella had money.
The military had manpower.
They fabricated a global terrorist threat involving a nuclear explosion.
Over a hundred million people were evacuated worldwide in record time.
A few days later, an invisible warship entered Earth's atmosphere.
It hovered near Morin's villa.
It had come for them.
"You're not bringing clothes?" Alice asked, dragging a suitcase.
"I have some," Morin replied.
Clothes appeared in his hand.
Then vanished.
"How did you do that?" Alice's eyes lit up.
"Can I learn it?"
"Probably not," Morin said.
"That's magic."
Even Morin wasn't sure what to call it.
It resembled space movement.
Teleportation.
But expensive.
Very expensive.
He'd need to advance his [Magician] profession.
"Greetings, Officer!"
A platform descended.
Soldiers stood at attention.
"Hello," Morin nodded.
"Let's go."
They boarded.
The warship was... ordinary.
Corridors. Soldiers.
Nothing worth touring.
Morin simply asked for accommodations.
"...Is housing tight?" he asked.
"No, sir!" the soldier replied quickly.
"We just don't have special suites. Please forgive us!"
The room was clearly standard.
"I know," Morin sighed.
"That's not what I meant."
"Can you open another room?"
"Huh?"
"Two people. Two rooms."
"Understood! I'll arrange it immediately!"
"...Do we look like a couple?" Morin asked, glancing at Alice.
Alice was laughing uncontrollably.
"I'm just a secretary," she said, barely holding it together.
"I'll follow the boss's work instructions."
"You there. Wait," Morin called out.
"One room is fine."
The soldier froze.
A man and a woman living together long-term...
There was an unspoken understanding.
If Alice had said that, refusing would look strange.
"...Understood," the soldier said weakly.
(Due to the observation of SCP-404, the River Crab God, the following events will be condensed by approximately one million words.)
Even with warp travel, interstellar distances still took time.
Morin couldn't keep bothering Alice endlessly.
He could handle it.
She couldn't.
He'd already taught her everything necessary.
The rest was practice.
So Morin had an idea.
With a flash, he returned to the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Mermaids.
The Trident of Poseidon.
Of course, personal interests aside-
He still needed magic.
After all.
It was a reward for indirectly fighting a god.
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