Swan Hall
Every gentleman present, including the students who had been disheartened by their failed tests, raised his head at that moment and looked at the young man floating high in the air.
Yi Chen had already risen to the height of the ceiling. Without the ceiling blocking him, he might even have flown out of the hall.
The depth of consciousness he had reached had surpassed the normal range. It perfectly matched the Mind Space drawn out by the Principal, constructing a realistic mental scene indistinguishable from reality.
All five senses would be reproduced at 100% inside the Mind Space, making the test more intuitive, more realistic, and more effective.
Behind the Weeping Mask, the Principal's gaze also changed. She rarely encountered a young student with such an interesting brain and such profound thoughts.
Rainy Night Gallery
"It's so clear, so real... It's practically no different from reality.
It was completely different from the hazy, uncontrollable, and muddled feeling of being passively extracted from one's consciousness and sent to the old world. This felt exactly like reality.
Come to think of it,
With the Principal supporting it, and a Mind Space constructed from my weaknesses... Is it really this gloomy?"
The sound of rain tapped against the window,
while eerie shadows moved outside,
and strange, unsettling abstract paintings hung one after another. The Woman of Mesadra, for example, depicted a woman whose head was tilted ninety degrees. Completely out of place among the people around her, she stood in the middle of a bustling street, staring through her blood-filled eye sockets at the world outside the frame.
Yi Chen instinctively tried to open his briefcase and take out his hand axe and gun, only to discover that he had nothing in his hands.
Trying to use his plants