A gruff man's voice came from the other end, tinged with menace: "Kid, my shop may be small, but it's always tasty and hygienic. What's the meaning of your bad review?"

A bad review?

Henry Clark was dazed at first, then his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Could it be that what just happened wasn't an illusion, nor a nightmare he had?

He immediately fell into a stupor.

"Hey, kid, say something." The voice on the phone grew even harsher. "Even if you leave a bad review, at least give a decent reason. You actually said you found a ring in the food..."

The uncle was exhausted too. Not to mention the two hundred words, the bad review with pictures was way too eye-catching in the comments section—so beautiful it was almost tragic. As someone with severe OCD, he just couldn't accept it. He prided himself on being a culinary master with a 100% positive rating.

Henry Clark silently hung up the phone. He was in no mood to chat with the other party right now.

It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't an illusion.

A bolt of lightning seemed to flash through his mind. He froze for a moment, then Harry Clark picked up his phone again, opened the food delivery app, and found the small restaurant he had just ordered from. Sure enough, there was a bad review with an extremely artistic style below.

Pictures and text—there was no way to ignore the ring in the photos.

Seeing is believing. So it wasn't a dream; the ring really existed. Where had it gone now? Could it really have merged into his palm, just like in his memory?

"Damn it, did I get out of bed the wrong way this morning? Otherwise, how could something like this happen?"

Henry Clark muttered to himself. He had thought about going to the hospital for a checkup, but he'd most likely be treated as a lunatic.

Fortunately, he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

Feeling restless, Henry Clark decided to go out for a walk.

His roommates hadn't come back yet. Maybe a stroll would help him feel a bit better.

The campus was large, but there weren't many people around at this time. The semester had just started; most upperclassmen didn't have classes, and there weren't many freshmen on campus yet.

The scenery at the school was nice. Nowadays, universities all had vast campuses, and the landscaping was on par with parks. The buildings were well arranged, the greenery abundant, and it was all very pleasing to the eye... But no matter how beautiful the scenery, after a year, anyone would get tired of it.

As a sophomore, Henry Clark had already explored every corner of his alma mater, and he was even intimately familiar with the roads of several nearby universities.

So, though he said he was going for a walk, there wasn't really anywhere new to go. After wandering for a bit, he headed to the library to study.

That's right, to study. Compared to the grueling days of senior year in high school, college life was relaxed, but there were still exams to pass—like the CET-4 English test and the Level 2 Computer test. If you couldn't pass, not only would it be hard to find a job in the future, but even submitting an offer could get you looked down on. Whether you could get your degree at graduation would also be a big question.

Although Henry Clark was only a sophomore and still had plenty of chances to take these exams, it was better to prepare early. If he could pass CET-4 now, his chances of passing CET-6 in the future would be much higher, which would definitely be an advantage when job hunting.

Henry Clark wasn't a top student, but he understood how hard it was to find a job these days, so learning more skills as soon as possible was a must.

Compared to finals season, now was the golden time to go to the library—no need to fight for a seat.

You could even take up three seats by yourself and lie down to read if you wanted... Of course, that's only if you weren't afraid of your classmates' strange looks or didn't feel embarrassed.

Henry Clark wasn't that thick-skinned, nor was he that bored. He took out his English book and started reviewing.

Learning a foreign language is simple, but also tedious. The most direct and straightforward method—memorizing vocabulary.

...

"Strange, did I open my English book the wrong way today too?"

Henry Clark's face was full of confusion. He wasn't a top student, and his language talent was just average, but he prided himself on having a decent memory. Usually, he could memorize dozens of words in half an hour, but today—he couldn't take in a single one.

He'd been sitting for so long, yet hadn't memorized a single word.

How odd.

With such low efficiency, there was no point in continuing. Henry Clark closed his book, ready to leave, but just then, a wave of drowsiness hit him.

His head drooped—faint? No, he fell asleep, and soon, the sound of snoring could be heard.

Luckily, there weren't many people in the library at this time. Although two girls shot him looks of disgust, they just switched to another reading room. If it had been finals season, Henry Clark's behavior would definitely have sparked public outrage, and he might even have been challenged to a real-life PK.

...

"Huh, did I just fall asleep?"

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Henry Clark looked a bit dazed. He hadn't pulled an all-nighter at an internet café recently, so why did he suddenly get so sleepy?

He checked his phone—only half an hour had passed. Where he'd just been sleeping on the desk, there was a conspicuous puddle of drool.

Henry Clark felt a bit embarrassed. Drooling in your sleep wasn't unusual, but drooling this much made him want to find a hole to crawl into.

It had to do with the dream he'd just had.

In the dream, he became an immortal, able to fly and travel anywhere. There were talismans, magical treasures, and endless delicacies.

Every dish was incredibly delicious. As an immortal, he ate to his heart's content. Maybe because he ate so happily in the dream, he unconsciously drooled all over the place while sleeping.

Chapter 3: Sudden Disaster