A boy who looked utterly dispirited and stammered when he spoke, like a weak schoolboy who had been bullied for a long time.
He was using that timid tone to speak very seriously about something terrifying.
Godslaying.
The corners of Ye Qiyan's mouth rose slightly.
Just as he had thought.
Shaya's words had been proven true once again.
[There isn't a single normal person in the Imperial Sequence Organization.]
No one, it seemed, could escape this rule.
Of course, when Ye Qiyan thought about this, he silently excluded himself.
"Thanks for the warning. I'll be careful, but I have a little warning for you too."
"Wh-what?"
"If I accidentally steal your target when the time comes, you won't be angry, will you?"
A Chuan froze for a moment.
"Y-you mean... uh, wait..."
A Chuan wiped away the sweat that had broken out from speaking too hastily, lowered his head, and continued typing on the system Light Screen.
["You want to become Godslaying too? That dragon is certainly powerful, but how long can you sustain that power? That single strike alone isn't enough to slay a god."]
["You should still be careful."]
He was a good person.
Nothing he said or did showed the slightest displeasure.
He even kept offering warnings.
"Thanks for the warning, Senior A Chuan. I'll stay safe. Oh, and happy Garden Festival?"
Ye Qiyan drained the milk tea in his cup, stood up, and left.
A Chuan sat motionless. After a long while, a tiny chibi ghost appeared on his shoulder, leaned toward his ear, and whispered a few words.
"Senior... heh, hehe... I actually got called Senior."
"I-I know... he's very strong, but how long, has he even, been here? Even with, lots of cards... he couldn't possibly, become Godslaying, right?"
"It's fine. Big Sister Zhuxing