A moment ago, the sea breeze brushed his face. The next, he was engulfed by grayness. It was a fog-like grayness swirling around Jason, and even with his perception at four times that of an average person, he still couldn’t see clearly what lay beyond that grayness. All Jason could see was the simple, round table in front of him, the dark tablecloth, and the silver cutlery. He was still bound to the high-backed chair. Exactly the same as before. But with his previous experience, Jason’s gaze directly went to the black notebook beside the cutlery. Immediately, the black notebook opened. [The ropes loosened from the neck.] This process, similar to synchronizing knowledge and skills, was completed in a few breaths; Jason could clearly feel his body becoming more robust. After adjusting for a bit, Jason picked up the black notebook again. He looked at the second page, ‘Appetizer’: Crispy Fried Meat Rolls. Jason didn’t want to stay a moment longer in this place, under the gaze of countless eyes.