"Alright. Now that we're finished with Capacity. It's time to measure the Supernatural Conversion Rate." Dr. Avaline said.

Selina approached the scientist but he already raised his hand to dismiss her. "Miss Isles. I know you must have a lot of questions but I can't tell you anything. The only thing I can say is that you need to continue on this path.

It is the only way for you to know the truth."

Selina nodded. "I understand. Thank you, Dr. Avaline."

The group then moved to a second machine. This machine was taller than the last one with a platform to step on.

"Please remove your shoes and step on the platform when I call your name. Then, all you need to do is to channel your psychic ability."

Rebecca tried to reach up to Selina's ears and whispered. "I didn't know your mother was a legendary Neutralizer."

"I don't even know what that means."

"Didn't your mother train you?"

"She's been gone for many years. I don't even know what Capacity is up to a moment ago."

Rebecca's brow furrowed. For the first time in a long time, she felt insecure. There was someone around her age that was even more talented than she was.

"So this is what true genius is like. They don't even know they are geniuses." Rebecca mumbled to herself.

"Please, Becky. Don't tease me. I don't know what I'm doing at all. What exactly is channeling that Dr. Avaline is talking about?"

"It's very easy actually. I think that you already used your Psychic Ability already but you just don't know about it. Have you ever felt a sudden surge of emotion and something incredible happened?"

"A sudden surge of emotion..." Selina thought back to when she jumped in between Mater and the bloodwraith. She didn't think much when she did that. She only wanted to protect the cat.

Her heart quenched when she thought that something might happen to Mater.

The black cat on her shoulder touched her cheek gently.

"Emotion is only one way of channeling your power, woman. There are better ways. But for this examination, you can listen to the shorty." Mater nodded and meowed.

Selina understood that her cat had agreed to what Rebecca said.

"Thank you, Becky. I think I know what to do."

Dr. Avaline was typing something on the keyboard attached to the machine. Many parameters and data appeared on the screen.

The machine had a squared arm that went around the platform. It constantly moved up and down. When Dr. Avaline finished configuring the machine, the arm moved to the top, allowing for people to enter the platform.

"Alright. Everything is ready. Wait for my signal and you can channel your power.

SCR is measured in percent. The higher your percentage the more powerful you are. The maximum is 100%.

The first to go on the platform is Miss Loretta Engleman."

The lady in red took a deep breath and entered the machine. "I won't lose this time. I must be better than these savages."

The mechanical arm started to move up and down after she entered. Mater's eyes flashed red as he observed the flow of Chaos inside Loretta.

"The humans of this world do have a way to manifest and make use of Chaos. Their Chaos isn't magic though. It is some kind of emotional will power that can distort the natural order. Very similar to the Chaos that the wraiths use." Mater thought to himself.

Loretta closed her eyes and her hair slowly squirmed in the air like they were living snakes. A bar appeared on the screen of the machine, showing the conversion rate of the lady in red.

It fluctuated up and down before stopping at 23%.

[SUPERNATURAL CONVERSION RATE: 23%]

[RATING: D-]

"23%, huh? Not bad. Without professional training, D- is a very respectable score."

Loretta's face lowered to the floor. "Please, old man. You don't need to comfort me. I know when I am losing."

Dr. Avaline clicked his tongue and tapped his pen gently on the clipboard. "I want to remind you and everyone here something. Being a Paranormal Investigator is not a competition. You will have wealth, fame, and power. That is for sure.

But only the weak consider these things and are proud of them. In the higher level, no one gives a shit about what your ratings are. They also don't give a shit how much money, fame, and power they have.

When you encounter so much danger in your life. The only thing you want is to survive.

When I say 23% isn't bad. I meant it. So stop thinking useless things and focus on what matters. That is to grow your power and survive. This line of profession will not be kind to you."

"I..." Tears welled up in Loretta's eyes. "I understand. I'm sorry for my behavior."

"No worries. Now stand aside. We need to continue the examination."

Loretta nodded.

"Next, Clive Young."

The brooding man stepped into the machine. The long front hair of him stood up when he channeled his power.

"What is this? Are their Psychic powers also hairstylists?" Mater meowed.

[SUPERNATURAL CONVERSION RATE: 32%]

[RATING: D+]

"Very good SCR. Combine that with your Capacity. As long as you train hard, you will become a good investigator." Dr. Avaline wrote down the result on his clipboard.

Clive was as silent as before. He nodded at Dr. Avaline and left the platform.

"Next, Hank Mackall."

It was the muscular man's turn. Similar to Clive and Loretta, his blonde buzzcut hair also straightened. But it was already standing before so it was much less noticeable than the other two.

[SUPERNATURAL CONVERSION RATE: 45%]

[RATING: C-]

"Almost 45%? You must have a lot of experience using your Psychic Ability, huh?" Dr. Avaline said.

Hank nodded. "I was once a specialist in the military."

"I see. No professional training before?"

"No."

"Without the right training, very few people make it over 25%. You are one bad motherfucker, Hank."

Hank was surprised by the way Dr. Avaline chose his words. The only people who spoke like that were the soldiers he once fought alongside with.

Hank laughed. "Where were you stationed, Dr. Avaline?"

"Hehe. 7th Racce Special Forces. And you?"

"12th Otterland Infantry."

The two men clasped their hands with each other. Dr. Avaline's biceps bulged under his lab coat.

This frail looking scientist was actually much more dangerous than he seemed to be.

Becky widened her eyes in response. "How the hell..."

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