"So... that really is the future?" I murmured.
"Huh?" The man in the leather jacket paused, then suddenly laughed. "Oh! I see what you're asking. But, well, I'm sorry to say it is. That really is the future. You probably don't want to see a future like that. But once you get used to it, you'll realize it's not so bad. It's all pretty much the same. Life goes on as usual."
The man in the leather jacket's flippant tone irritated me. I still had questions.
I couldn't tell whether the world beyond the entrance to the other space was the future, or whether it was a space created by a Ghost King.
Of course, I hoped it was the latter. But that world was simply too vast. That was probably why Wu Ling and the others had initially defined it as the future. A different space created by a single Ghost King, or even a group of them, couldn't possibly be that large.
If it was the future, then there was no doubt it was a hopeless one.
The people of Greenleaf had been doing everything they could to change that future.
But the entrances to the other spaces had let people see the future—and they had also allowed the future to invade the present.
Ye Qing was perhaps the person in this real world who understood all of this best. He was also the one who had watched everything deteriorate with his own eyes.
Aside from him, the only ones who knew were these ghosts from the future.
"You want to deny it, but the harder you deny it, the more you try to find proof that it's false. And the more proof you find, the more it proves that it's true. We know better than you. We