"Have I transmigrated?"
As the young man asked this question, Martin's figure instantly materialized, standing beside him.
"Hello, I'm Martin. It's been three minutes since you arrived in this world. Please do as I say."
"Close your eyes, then silently repeat 'this is a dream,' count to three, and open your eyes."
The young man was so startled by Martin's sudden appearance that he stumbled back a few steps.
"Is this a dream? No wonder," he muttered to himself.
Martin paid no mind to his muttering. Instead, he walked up and pinched the young man's arm.
"No pain. I guess it really is a dream," the young man murmured.
Martin continued questioning him, "Do you remember how you got here? Does any of this look familiar to you? Have you noticed that you've lost your sense of smell?"
As he spoke, Martin picked up a nearby trash can and held it in front of the young man's face.
The young man was forced to back away, but he also seemed to realize that the trash can had no smell.
