Zhang San and Huat​​ao

"Name?"

"Zhang San."

"Real name?"

"Really, my name is Zhang San."

"Nickname?"

"No nickname. Everyone calls me Zhang San."

"What do you know?"

"Will you believe me? Everything here is fake!"

"Oh? How do you know?"

"My ability is called 'Fictional Stories.' Different stories appear on my face and body every day. They let me enter the corresponding illusory spaces, but I can't get into them now. This happened to me once before," Zhang San answered Liu Sishan timidly.

Zhang Ping sat beside Liu Sishan and frowned. "So anyone with a spatial ability would notice something wrong?"

"No. The captain has a spatial ability too," Liu Sishan said.

Zhang Ping thought for a moment, then simply used the Appraisal Technique on Zhang San.

Whatever the problem was, he could look at the appraisal results first.

He wasn't sure the results would be accurate in the Dreamscape, but it was better than doing nothing.

In an instant, Zhang San's attributes appeared before him:

[Appraisal successful]

[Name: Zhang San]

[Species: Human]

[Affiliation: Spring Autumn Hall]

[Potential: ?????]

[Lifespan: 98]

[Rank: Intermediate Awakened]

[Level: 18]

[Talent]

[Fictional Stories: One to five fictional stories form on the body each day. By consuming Mental Strength and physical stamina, the user can create story spaces and obtain temporary abilities or items from them.]

[Advanced Skill]

[Intermediate—Learning the New by Revisiting the Old: Each day, the user can choose one ability or item obtained in the past and recreate it, but its usage cost is doubled.]

That ability was pretty interesting.

But when Zhang Ping saw the tiny writing packed across Zhang San's face, he decided it might not be so interesting after all.

"What kind of organization is Spring Autumn Hall?" Zhang Ping asked Liu Sishan quietly.

Liu Sishan frowned. "Every magazine and