However, bad luck isn’t always on William Clark’s side. The sixth time, the Marrow Cleansing Fruit—when he saw the Marrow Cleansing Fruit, William Clark was already overwhelmed with joy. The effects of this thing were obvious. Since a second one had appeared, didn’t that mean its appearance rate wasn’t that low? And did it also mean that the “innate foundation” he’d randomly guessed at could continue to improve?

The seventh time, what appeared on the wheel was actually a golden sheet of paper, on which was written something so familiar to William Clark that he could practically recite it by heart. It was so familiar that he even started singing it out loud...

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are...”

William Clark: ???!

What is this?!

Can someone tell me what the heck this is!? I worked so hard in the middle of the night picking up so many bottles, throwing away so many bottles. Even the old man who recycles soda bottles isn’t as diligent as me, and in the end, I draw this thing from the lottery?

Thank goodness my own resentment can’t be turned into the system’s negative emotion income, or else I’d already be invincible by now!

William Clark was completely baffled. He felt like he’d already been greatly provoked—why hadn’t he awakened his ability yet? Was this system just here to mess with him?! That had to be it!

But looking further down, the lyrics seemed a bit different.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

Far above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

William Clark tried singing the whole thing, but the golden sheet of paper didn’t show any difference. He recited it seriously once, but nothing happened.

Even though the lyrics were different, no matter how you changed it, it was still “little star.” Holding that golden sheet of paper, William Clark felt a bit powerless to complain.

At that moment, Little Clark next door suddenly shouted through the wall, “William Clark William Clark, the snow has stopped!”

William Clark suddenly looked out the window.

Outside, after the snow, the sky was filled with starlight as brilliant as a river of stars. In the silent night, the silvery starlight shone through the clear glass window into the room, and the golden sheet of paper, illuminated by the starlight, burst into white, blazing flames.

The flames danced like the most intense and abundant moments of time. The golden sheet of paper turned to pure white ash in the fire, and the ash flew straight to the sapling in William Clark’s palm, merging with it.

William Clark suddenly felt that maybe if he sang this unusual version of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” again, something extraordinary might happen.

Chapter 7: Oddities

Since the last three characters on the golden sheet were “Long Song,” the hint was too obvious.

But if William Clark really had to sing this thing, he still felt a bit awkward. So after the golden sheet turned to ash and merged with the sapling mark in his palm, he recited it seriously once.

However, nothing happened...

William Clark gazed out the window in frustration for a long time before finally singing, “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are...”

As soon as he finished the first line, William Clark felt that the cold night air had become a little strange, as if it had become a medium connecting him to the vast starry sky above.

Invisible information spread from his singing into the dark air. The snow on the ground was lifted by the wind into a flurry, and the boundless, magnificent Milky Way seemed to flow like a true river of life.

This song, which seemed like a simple nursery rhyme, was actually opening a mysterious channel between William Clark and the starry river.

The snow had stopped, but in William Clark’s eyes, the stars in the sky suddenly poured down like a blizzard, drifting toward him.

The starlight fell as lightly as snow, delicate and exquisite, like the most beautiful artwork in the world.

The starlight passed through the cold air, through the thin, fading clouds, through the roof and windows, and finally landed on William Clark, then instantly melted away.

William Clark felt as if tiny points of light had appeared inside his body, rapidly converging toward a single point within him, finally meeting in his chest and opening up a vast star map within his body.

To be honest, William Clark was a little panicked inside. He hadn’t expected that the thing recorded on this mysterious golden sheet could cause such a commotion.

Although he had always thought he needed to cultivate and see a bigger world, when all this actually happened, he was still a bit flustered.

Because no one had told him what to do, and he didn’t know how to face what was coming.

William Clark stopped singing the nursery rhyme and shouted through the wall, “Xiaoyu, did you just see anything falling outside the window?”

Little Clark shouted back through the wall, “Don’t try to trick me, I’ve been watching the window the whole time—there was nothing at all.”

William Clark suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Since Little Clark said so, then nothing really had happened. So it turned out that others couldn’t see the starlight—it wasn’t something on the surface, but an inner energy.

If every time he sang, a river of stars appeared above his head connecting to the sky, William Clark figured someone would be knocking on his door soon... Compared to that, things like human-shaped mobile satellite positioning were nothing!