Marvel: The Ultimate Superman-Chapter 227 - 226. Into the Psionic Realm

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Nolan sat cross-legged at the center of his hotel room, fingers intertwined in a mystic mudra, lips whispering an incantation passed down by the Ancient One herself.

And then it happened.

His body suddenly felt weightless, like drifting through warm air. Everything in the room was exactly as it had been: the spacious suite, the soft lamplight, the bed.

Wanda still lay fast asleep beside him, utterly drained after last night.

Well, after taking three hundred tons of raw impact force, that was understandable. Good thing Nolan had manipulated his psionic field and magnetic control to disperse the energy. Otherwise, even a Scarlet Witch wouldn’t have walked away intact.

But now... Nolan was floating literally.

He looked down and saw his own body still seated upright, fingers curled around the spellbook, eyes closed. Breathing faint. Peaceful.

His soul had left his body.

That realization hit hard. He waved his hand experimentally but his fingers passed right through the book.

He had become incorporeal. Pure consciousness.

There was no shadow beneath him. No sound. No weight.

But with a single focused thought, golden light bloomed at his fingertips magical energy, radiant and pulsing with psionic resonance.

"Only magic works here..." he muttered.

His mutant abilities, including telekinesis, enhanced senses, and even magnetism, were all tied to his physical form. Without his body, those gifts were inaccessible.

That weakness confirmed his long-standing theory: most mutant abilities, especially those activated by the X-Gene, required a biological anchor. Strip the body away, and what remained was just the soul and the soul only held magic.

"In other words," Nolan mused, "Magneto’s power? Useless against soul-based magic. I could end him with a single spiritual invocation."

But Xavier? That was different.

The Professor’s psionic strength came from pure mental power an extension of the soul itself. That made him exponentially harder to eliminate through soul magic. His mind and soul were intimately linked, both evolving in tandem.

It made sense why mutants like Emma Frost, despite decades of training, struggled to enhance their telepathy. True psychic growth requires soul cultivation.

Nolan set the thought aside. He couldn’t access his body’s powers, but his soul remained attuned to magical dimensions, especially the Psionic Realm and Quantum Layer.

He closed his eyes.

Bright stars began appearing in his mind’s eye like astral constellations. Each one was a dimensional coordinate he could sense. Some were familiar:

Earth

Hell

The Psionic Realm

The Borderlands of Limbo

He still couldn’t pinpoint the Quantum Layer that one remained elusive.

Then one pulsing red light caught his attention.

Its intensity rivaled Hell, but it wasn’t part of the known network.

And yet, here in soul form, he could feel it.

In his physical state, this place had been completely hidden.

"...Spider."

The thought crept in unbidden.

Nolan shut it down quickly. He wasn’t ready to deal with multiversal beings just yet.

But this place had to be the domain of the Spider Totem.

It made sense. Back when he received the Spider’s power, the Totem had simply stared at him, and then... he woke up, transformed. No tests. No trials.

He’d assumed it was normal.

Now? He realized something else had happened. Something deeper.

His soul... had likely been marked.

It was probably hidden now, cloaked by the spider-gene interwoven into his DNA. But the imprint was there.

Still, he pushed the thought away. There were already too many multiversal threats on his radar. At least the Spider Totem had given him power, not tried to consume him.

For now, that counted as an ally.

And in Marvel’s multiverse, allies, especially cosmic ones, were invaluable.

He turned his focus back to the Psionic Realm.

Following the spellbook’s instructions, he visualized his soul like a set of tendrils reaching, searching.

In an instant, he entered.

It was like crashing through a glass ceiling of reality.

Pain exploded through his very essence worse than any physical injury. His soul was being squeezed, compressed by forces his mortal mind could barely comprehend.

The hotel room vanished.

He was somewhere else now.

The Psionic Realm.

From this soul-based vantage, the realm looked like a transparent void dense, sticky, swirling like a container filled with liquid glue. And everywhere floated formless, golden fragments of psionic essence, shifting and flickering.

"This is it..."

He began chanting slow, rhythmic words in a dead magical tongue. His golden soul energy flared.

He was searching for the Dimensional Core. freewebnσvel.cѳm

A powerful space-focusing enchantment a sub-branch of space-time magic.

Then, he felt it.

Like gravity snapping into place. A beacon in the dark.

"I found it."

Before him appeared a grotesque, pulsing orb like a living sphere of molten syrup, trembling with potential.

The Psionic Core.

This was what he’d come for.

No wonder the Ancient One had said he was lucky. An unclaimed, raw-energy dimension like this was priceless.

Well, not completely unclaimed.

Sue Storm, The Invisible Woman, possessed the key, but she didn’t understand how to enter the dimension. She could only use the key to manipulate fragments of its energy.

And now?

Now Nolan had the key and the door.

A new realm of power was his to claim.

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