Psychic Overlord

Kaizer panted as he retracted his hand and stood up, glancing at Anir, who had been watching him try his best silently. She did not offer a hint of help, nor did she try and hinder him, leaving him wondering what this 'alternate personality' truly thought and was planning.

"I can sense her, but I can't reach her," Kaizer revealed with a hint of frustration.

Kaizer was someone who considered himself to be rather adaptable and realistic. If he knew he couldn't do something, he wouldn't beat himself up over it and would try to learn how to do that thing over time - if it interested him enough - or would simply find someone else who could.

Ever since awakening his psychic powers, he had not stopped for a second while awake, constantly pushing himself to try and maximize his potential and achieve his rather abrupt dream of becoming the strongest esper.

But he had continually been slapped in the face with the reality that he was not strong enough nor skilled enough. Theoretically, his potential was extremely high, but it took time to realize that potential, time which he did not have since all of this happened at the snap of a finger, only affording him 3 measly days of practice.

What could one do with such a time?

A person who had never drawn before would need years of practice daily to be able to grasp anatomy for art. A person who wanted to become a pro footballer, assuming they didn't attend an academy, would have to play daily in the public park with others to hone their skills.

Even an obese person had to work out and diet for months in order to turn that loose fat into muscle, or at least, lean mass. It was impossible, no matter how talented, to achieve full mastery in three days, and Kaizer only had a significant head start due to years of adapting to his stunted telepathy pre-awakening.

Anir saw his frustration and glanced at the wasteland around, seemingly to consider something. She eventually spoke slowly, but every word was like thunder to the ears of the distraught Kaizer.