When we got to the office, as usual, I told Skinny and the others what had happened the day before, as well as Wu Ling's analysis.
"So he really can use your ability to travel through time and space with you?" Skinny asked in surprise.
"Yeah, it seems that way. But it must come at a huge cost," I replied.
The cost probably wasn't just "huge." It was enormous.
Every time I saw Ye Qing in a dream, he was left listless for a long time afterward, sometimes even seriously wounded.
"It's good news that Ye Qing can step in at a critical moment while he's still in control. But if he loses control, you probably won't be able to escape," Chen Xiao Qiu said.
"If he loses control, it won't matter whether I enter the dream or not. I still won't escape," I said with a bitter smile.
A difference in strength couldn't be made up by ability alone. At least when the gap was too great, it didn't matter how incredible my ability was.
Skinny added, "We'd all be doomed, wouldn't we? The whole of People's Celebration City, too. A ghost like Ye Qing would become a terrifying demon king. Though if Brother Qi died, he'd become a terrifying demon king too."
Skinny wore an expression like he was looking forward to the show.
"If Ye Qing kills me, he'll wipe out my ghost along with me," I said frankly.
That was what I genuinely believed.
Everyone at Greenleaf knew all about my ability. I couldn't hide it from them. With that kind of information imbalance, I stood no chance against them.
Cooperation was my only choice. They might have other options.
Our casual chat came to an end.
We prepared the public notice of the voting results,