Chu Ge was rather eager to try. He was genuinely interested in his own esper ability, and the desire to understand it had taken root long ago.
He glanced at Qiu Wuji, and she nodded.
With Qiu Wuji there to keep things under control, surely nothing could go wrong. Reassured, Chu Ge sat down and put on the helmet. "What do I do?"
Zhong Yi pressed a button beside him. "You'll feel mental pressure. Resist it using the same mental sensation you normally use to activate your esper ability. When it gets too much to bear, just tell me to stop."
As he spoke, Chu Ge did indeed feel a kind of mental pressure. The sensation... was a little familiar, like when Qiu Wuji got angry and a glare from her could send someone's Soul Sea churning.
Resist it using the sensation I normally use to activate my esper ability... But I've never activated an esper ability normally. Does that sense of looking down from above that I occasionally get while writing count?
Chu Ge tried his hardest to recall that sensation, but he could not get the hang of it.
It had always happened unintentionally; he had never achieved it deliberately. Now he was not writing in front of his document, and there was no plot in his head at all, making it even harder to feel.
Yet the mental pressure kept mounting. It was as though he stood alone on a plain, an army of thousands charging toward him. Their towering killing intent shook him until he trembled, his legs too weak to run, his bladder giving way, his voice lost even when he tried to scream.
This was not an illusion, only a tangible analogy for the psychological pressure. Once that pressure reached a certain threshold, a