Chapter 102
Winning against the elevator mirror ghost in rock-paper-scissors granted me one reward—a single question answered.
But naturally, the truths revealed by ghost stories weren't always good. They might be answers I didn't like or ones that were completely useless. For example, if you asked when humanity would go extinct, you might get an answer like, 'Long after you're dead'.
That would still technically be the truth.
So, if I were to ask, 'What's the way back to my original world?' it could easily respond with something extremely vague and simplistic. Instead, it was better to confirm whether the method I was already pursuing could truly return me to my original world.
Daydream Inc.'s Wish Ticket Potion.
My heart pounded as I waited.
The answer, guaranteed to be truthful, appeared painfully slowly on the glass window:
Returning is possible. Certainly.
A clear and absolute affirmation.
"...!"
I let out a deep sigh of relief and slid to the ground.
'Wow.'