Sincerity. The Realm of Sincerity. This nation bore a notorious nickname: the Scandal Nation.

Generations ago, a boy king of extraordinary talent ruled here.

He was the first monarch in the world to abolish the noble feudal system, centralizing all state power under his sole command.

Tragically, whether by heaven’s envy or noble curses, he fell gravely ill before forty, clinging to life.

Yet his final words would reshape the nation once more.

In his will, the king revealed he’d made a divine wish before fathering his first child—a wish granting his bloodline the power to rule eternally.

That power was "Sincerity." The truth he’d grasped long before entering politics.

He’d spent every single Wish Point of his life on three abilities:

The power to conceal no known truth.

The power to speak no false lie to others.

The power to pass these two abilities to every descendant—irrevocably.

The nation reeled at his revelation.

The throne remained hereditary, and the king had many heirs—all in the prime of their youth, eager to rise.

His children were brilliant. They could’ve reached political prominence through the same state examinations as anyone else.

But the king’s death couldn’t stop his heirs from weaving his Wish Power into the nation’s machinery.

Perhaps the genius king could master such power. But his descendants? No one knew.

As expected, his legacy backfired. His heirs constantly "spoke without filter" on the political stage. The nickname "Scandal Nation" spread across the world.

The country trembled. Yet in crises, its people always stood firm.

Generations later, the nation weathered every storm, proving the late king’s foresight.

It renamed itself "Sincerity" to honor that great ruler.

Now, the "Scandal Nation" moniker no longer meant its leaders blurted inconvenient truths due to inherited powers.

The land had cultivated a uniquely enlightened custom: embracing raw authenticity as beauty.

Within the law, revealing one’s true self invited no discrimination. Its cultural and speech freedoms ranked unmatched among human nations.

Nestled on humanity’s frontier, pioneering thrived here. State-led colonization plans left other nations trailing in the dust.

Sincerity became the world’s greatest melting pot of high-intelligence species, embracing all—including non-humans.

In short: no matter who you were, you could survive here.

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Following Miss Poppy’s instructions, my best move within Sincerity’s borders was reaching the nearest frontier city: Bao.

I couldn’t farm. I lacked survival skills for this world. My only option was manual labor in a city, building stability slowly.

Bao City was barely ten years old—desperate for migrant workers. Jobs wouldn’t be scarce there.

Such a brutally practical suggestion. So practical it felt like stepping back into my old world.

I recalled isekai novels where protagonists instantly embarked on adventures, flexed power, and gathered harems. Yet—

I, Seventh Ju, finished high school at seventeen. After bizarre twists, I’d become a laborer. (Soon.)

…A tear-jerking setup.

But I didn’t hate it.

Wish Power might propel me to greatness in some field. But that strength wouldn’t be mine.

For sixteen years, I’d mastered only books and exams because I believed I could conquer challenges built into the system.

If this world’s built-in challenge was physical labor? I’d conquer that too.

This was my way. Living recklessly off others’ wealth wasn’t the life I wanted.

Time to go. Destination: Bao City.

I had nothing left to fear.

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*(Intelligence transferred to Dossier Volume)*

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Dressed in coarse local fabric, walking on roads of unknown material—firm yet yielding—I trudged through near-wilderness all day.

By plan, the dozens of kilometers should’ve taken me from dawn to dusk to reach Bao.

I couldn’t read this world’s script. At crossroads, I matched symbols from Poppy’s notes to choose paths.

I owed Poppy another debt of gratitude. Without her meticulous prep, I’d have been lost in the wilds forever.

Food and water were plentiful. But after passing two farmers leading mules that morning, I’d seen no one else.

The village I left was beautiful. Too remote.

I glanced up. The sun’s black portion had passed its midpoint—past 6 PM by this world’s timekeeping.

Poppy described Bao as a city built into terrain: three walled sides, one moat for defense against wild creatures.

I stood on tiptoe, straining to see ahead. No man-made structures in sight.

*Oh no… Did I take a wrong turn??*

*Impossible! If copying answers can’t get full marks, what were my sixteen years of schooling for!?*

Proof: half an hour ago, the road widened from single-cart to double-cart width.

The city had to be close. I’d just walked too slowly. Time to hurry.

The winding road bent sharply. For the third time since departure, I spotted other humans.

A group in long travel coats approached—seven or eight figures, hoods pulled low, bodies wrapped tight.

Only their mouths and noses were visible.

I hesitated, then stepped aside to let them pass.

They ignored me completely, as if used to such deference.

I watched them vanish into the distance.

Seventh Ju: …

Seventh Ju: …………

Seventh Ju: What was that…? Same style as Poppy’s outfit. Different colors and patterns, but…

My mind spun wild theories. Were those the people causing Poppy trouble?

—*Snap!*

I slapped myself hard, banishing the thoughts.

I’d chosen to trust Miss Poppy. I wouldn’t act on half-truths about her.

Like choosing survival over searching for my parents after the earthquake—I’d accepted separation. I’d stick to that choice.

Past the bend, the landscape opened wide.

A four-meter-high stone wall erupted from the jungle, towering before me.

Massive, irregular boulders formed its spine, gaps sealed with rubble and concrete-like mortar.

The wall stretched right to left—then plunged seamlessly into a bottomless trench.

Beyond doubt. This was the destination. Bao City. Frontier settlement of the Realm of Sincerity.