Ye Chen sat in the back of the Jiangnan Martial Arts College lecture hall, his eyes bloodshot. For thirty-three days, he hadn't slept—at least, not in the way normal people do. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the sky tear open like wet parchment. He saw creatures with obsidian skin and multiple eyes devouring the skyscrapers of Shanghai.
When the "Awakening Ceremony" finally arrived, the crystal orb pulsed with a dim, hazy grey light. The proctor sighed. "Ye Chen. Ability: The Dreamer. Rank: F. Potential: Minimal. Effect: Enhanced vividness of dreams."
The hall erupted. In a world where students were awakening "Iron Skin," "Flame Manipulation," or "Thunder Step," being a "Professional Dreamer" was the ultimate cosmic joke. His rival, Zhao Wei, who had awakened "Tiger's Might," laughed the loudest. "Don't worry, Ye Chen. When the monsters come, you can nap and tell us how it ends."