On the contrary, no one refuted this unreliable statement; instead, everyone unanimously expressed their agreement by flooding the screen with messages.

Behind the screen, the pitiful Henry Clark had already cried himself unconscious in the restroom. On the campus celebrity list, aside from handsome guys and pretty girls, most of the names were academic overachievers—like those who had won top prizes in national competitions, or sophomores who had already passed the TEM-8 English test, Level 4 computer exam, and gotten their driver’s license, even boasting that they would challenge both the CPA and architect certifications at the same time.

No, please—if he ended up on the list because of this, not only would there be no honor in it, he’d become the laughingstock of the whole college. Just thinking about the teasing looks from his roommates made Henry Clark feel dizzy.

He wouldn’t even have the face to go to class then...

Damn it, who on earth posted his photo up there?

Henry Clark frowned in thought, but his memory was a bit hazy. He only vaguely remembered that he was snoring while sleeping, and then the two girls who were studying left.

But some people still turned a blind eye—for example, a certain guy who was having a blast playing mobile games with Bluetooth headphones was completely unaffected.

Could it have been him who took the photo of me?

Henry Clark played detective for a moment, but unfortunately his memory was too fuzzy. Besides, even if he figured it out, it wouldn’t help—he couldn’t even remember what that guy looked like.

The more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen. At ten o’clock that night, when the dorm lights went out, Henry Clark checked his phone one last time and sadly discovered that he was now only a short distance away from the last spot on the campus celebrity list.

He was about to make a strong debut on the list. Thinking about how he’d squeeze out an academic star and make it onto the campus celebrity list just because he drooled in his sleep, Henry Clark felt utterly hopeless.

Chapter 4: If You Want to Cultivate Immortality, Eat More

Of course, this was just a joke. With his strong heart, although he felt deeply embarrassed, there was absolutely no way he’d ever consider ending his life over something like this.

Still, as much as he told himself that, he couldn’t help but feel down. It looked like he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

If he’d known, he might as well have pulled an all-nighter with his roommates.

But now, Henry Clark was a bit hesitant. He didn’t know if his roommates had already heard the news. Compared to being laughed at by them in an internet café, it felt a bit better to suffer insomnia alone in the dorm.

Before he could finish this thought, the sound of steady snoring reached his ears... In less than five minutes, Henry Clark had already fallen asleep.

This was really strange. After everything that happened today, even if he didn’t stay up all night, he definitely shouldn’t have fallen asleep so quickly—Henry Clark wasn’t the type to be carefree.

But that’s how it was. Not only did he fall asleep in seconds, he even had a dream. In the dream, he once again saw those cultivators who could ride clouds and mist, soar through the sky, and travel the earth. Talismans, magical treasures—everything was so incredible it defied belief.

He also saw a young farm boy who, by chance, obtained an ancient thread-bound book. When he opened it, clear words appeared before his eyes—it was an introductory cultivation technique...

When he woke up, he felt refreshed, but Henry Clark’s expression was a bit confused. Dreaming while sleeping wasn’t unusual, but for a dream to feel so real was a bit unbelievable.

Especially when he thought about his earlier experience in the library—he’d dreamed of cultivation twice in a row now. Since when did he become such a fantasy-obsessed kid?

Could it be that, deep down, he was still dreaming big, wishing to soar through the skies and ride a sword for thousands of miles?

How embarrassing. Isn’t this the kind of thing only elementary school kids fantasize about? How could he be so childish?

Luckily, no one knew. Henry Clark covered his face. But then again, the dream was just too vivid—he could still recall every single character engraved on that so-called cultivation technique.

Since it was an introduction, it was very simple. It said: If you want to cultivate immortality, eat more.

Cultivate immortality... eat more? What the heck?

Henry Clark was completely baffled. What could cultivation possibly have to do with eating?

Cultivation might be imaginary, but in online novels, it had a complete system. Although every author’s settings were different and their focus varied, in every novel, cultivators never needed to eat. Well, in the early stages, they still needed mortal food, but after reaching a certain level, they could live without eating.

What really helped with cultivation were rare treasures and magical pills. He’d never heard of anyone cultivating by eating regular food.

Wait, what was he rambling about? It was just a dream, and here he was analyzing it—wasn’t that just making his fantasy obsession worse?

Henry Clark held his forehead, feeling like he was being ridiculous.

A dream was just a dream. He should believe in science. So he pushed the whole thing to the back of his mind.

Ding-dong!

A notification popped up on the campus network. Henry Clark checked his phone and saw that the news he’d followed yesterday was getting more and more popular, even pushing the freshman orientation topic to the back.

Henry Clark immediately had a bad feeling...

With a nervous heart, he clicked in to take a look.

Although a day had passed, the students’ enthusiasm hadn’t faded. The comments were full of lively and cheerful emojis.