Oliver gently lifted the little creature in his hands, his face filled with tenderness and complicated emotions.
He couldn't quite describe the feeling.
It was somewhat like a father walking into a hospital room and carefully holding his newborn daughter for the first time—
though even that comparison didn't feel completely accurate.
But it didn't really matter.
Perhaps because Oliver had often stayed by the egg, talking to it while it was still incubating, the little one showed an extraordinary attachment to him. Nestled in Oliver's palm, it wore an expression of pure comfort and security.
It was as if simply sensing Oliver's presence was enough to make it feel completely safe.
The little Pokémon was a Ralts.
Oliver hadn't expected the Pokémon egg rewarded by the Alliance to be a rare Psychic-type Pokémon. After all, among Pokémon, Psychic-, Ghost-, and Dragon-types were considered the rarest and most valuable.
Dragon-types were rare because of their overwhelming power—
an unmatched level of strength.
At this point in time, before the Fairy type had been officially discovered, Dragon-types were synonymous with absolute might.
As for Psychic- and Ghost-types, they were known for being mysterious and unpredictable.
Thinking about it carefully, Oliver understood the Alliance's intentions. They likely hoped that a Psychic-type Pokémon would be of great assistance to his future research.
The newly hatched Ralts was only about 10 centimeters tall, not even as big as Oliver's palm.
Milotic and Oliver's mother both leaned closer, curiously observing the tiny Pokémon. It was so small and fragile that it made people instinctively want to protect it.
Seeing the two "giants" approach, Ralts instinctively shrank back into Oliver's hand, burying its head and crying out nervously:
"Ralts… Ralts…"
"Don't worry," Oliver said softly.
"They mean no harm. They like you too, little Ralts."
Reassured by Oliver's calm voice, Ralts cautiously lifted its head and looked toward Milotic and Oliver's mother.
"Mi~lo~"
Milotic gently leaned forward and lightly touched Ralts.
Perhaps because Milotic carried Oliver's scent, Ralts finally relaxed completely. It suddenly hugged Milotic's head and burst into cheerful laughter.
After playing for a while, Ralts quickly became familiar with everyone and no longer showed any fear.
Pokémon: Ralts
Level: None
Potential: Gym-level
Ability: Synchronize
Moves: None
Evaluation: A newly born Ralts that appears to possess extraordinary potential in psychic power.
Oliver checked the system panel, then carefully collected the eggshell fragments. After crushing them, he mixed them into fresh Moomoo Milk and placed the bowl in front of Ralts.
Perhaps exhausted from playing, Ralts drank eagerly, finishing it in no time.
"Hic~"
Letting out a tiny milk burp, Ralts shyly lowered its head.
After spending more time playing together, the newborn Pokémon—already low on stamina—finally fell fast asleep.
Oliver gently placed Ralts on the small bed he had prepared in his room and tucked it in with a tiny blanket.
He had prepared all of this shortly after receiving the Pokémon egg, precisely because he was worried it might hatch suddenly and catch him unprepared.
Looking at Ralts's peaceful sleeping face, Oliver suddenly remembered something.
He took out the Silver Wing that had been gathering dust in his system inventory and placed it beside Ralts.
The Silver Wing—feather of the Sea Guardian Lugia—was nearly as large as Ralts's body.
Lugia was a Flying- and Psychic-type Pokémon. If Ralts stayed near the Silver Wing for a long time, the lingering aura of Lugia would undoubtedly have beneficial effects.
Any uneasiness that might have come with moving into a new home was completely dispelled by the birth of this little life.
After an exhausting day, Oliver finally collapsed onto his bed.
Before falling asleep, he tapped "The Making of a Psychic Queen" in the system.
This was a new Pokémon cultivation guide rewarded by the system when Ralts hatched—similar to "From Feebas to Milotic: Essential Training Techniques."
Along with it came ten Top-Tier Psychic-type Energy Cubes, though Oliver had yet to take them out, since Ralts was still too young to consume them.
As darkness enveloped him, Oliver drifted into a dream.
In the dream, he spent his entire life researching the Ralts evolutionary line and eventually cultivated an immensely powerful Gardevoir.
As he slept, the cultivation guide activated, flooding his mind with knowledge.
Ralts: The Feeling Pokémon.
It is highly sensitive to the emotions of humans and Pokémon.
The horns on its head are sensory organs. Proper training of these horns can significantly improve its control over psychic power.
The next morning, warm sunlight filtered through the curtains.
Oliver groggily opened his eyes, rubbing his slightly swollen head.
He suddenly felt something resting on his chest—not heavy enough to make breathing difficult, but noticeable.
Looking down, he saw Ralts sleeping soundly on him.
A bit of drool had soaked into his shirt.
But then—
Oliver's gaze shifted to the small bed beside him.
The bed was over 1.2 meters high.
How had Ralts gotten down?
Confused, Oliver checked Ralts's system panel.
In the skill section—previously empty—a new move had appeared:
Teleport
"…Good grief."
Ralts had learned Teleport on its own after just one night, without any deliberate training.
This talent was terrifying.
Oliver wasn't sure whether it was due to the influence of the Silver Wing or Ralts's own innate genius.
Over the next few days, Oliver attended school during the day. Since Ralts was still too young, it stayed home under the care of Oliver's mother.
Though Ralts liked her, being separated from Oliver still made it sad. Every day, it eagerly waited for him to return.
Whenever the door opened, Ralts would happily run over and hug Oliver's leg.
During this time, Oliver deliberately avoided assigning any training tasks. Ralts was still too young—early training could do more harm than good.
As the days passed, Ralts gradually grew larger, eventually reaching 50 centimeters, the standard height for its species.
The Silver Wing, which had once been tied like a cape, was now tucked into its hair—
a streak of silver nestled among green strands.
Unusual, but no longer eye-catching.
At this height, Ralts could just barely reach Oliver's knee.
Which meant—
Ralts had officially left the infant stage.
And that meant Oliver could finally begin planning Ralts's training regimen.
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