Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the man standing before him. He was middle-aged, with pale hair and eyebrows, somewhat puffy eyes, and a thin, sallow face.
He wore an all-black uniform. His jacket was made of a sharkskin-textured material that looked very tough, almost like leather armor; red stripes lined its sleeves, and his loose black trousers also had red stripes running down the legs.
On his head was a round black cap with a small metal badge on the front, engraved with special syllabic characters.
Xia Xiu could read the writing. These characters seemed to be memetic characters unique to dreams: merely seeing them was enough to understand their meaning.
[Truth]
That was what the writing on the middle-aged man's cap meant.
More interestingly, beneath the icon marked 101 up ahead was a special character, and beneath that character was an exceptionally imposing eye. There was not a trace of emotion in its gaze, only merciless scrutiny and control, as though it were conveying a warning: you cannot escape my surveillance. I know everything about you.
Words were also inscribed around the eye-[Truth Is Watching You!]
Xia Xiu tried loosely clenching his hands and discovered that the EVE particles in his body were operating at an extremely low frequency. He estimated that activating an [Entry] now would take half a minute of casting time.
So this is a dream? What a truly unusual opening ceremony.
Just as Xia Xiu was muttering inwardly, an irritated shout came from the middle-aged man ahead, accompanied by a sudden rush of air.
"201, since you're awake, can you tell me what this is?"
Thud-
Xia Xiu felt pain in his forehead. The uniformed middle-aged man opposite him had hurled a book into his face. The corner of its spine split