However, Rebecca Clark ignored the skeleton and Old Priest, walked straight up to William Carter, bent down slightly, looked him up and down, then exclaimed, “Huh, you really are alive!”

When it came to this question of being alive, William Carter had been confused for a long time. “Is it strange to be alive? Aren’t you?”

Rebecca Clark smiled faintly. “Being alive isn’t strange, but it’s very strange for a living person to appear here. We’ve lived here for over fifty years, and besides the three of us, you’re the only living person we’ve seen. Don’t you think that’s odd?”

Looking into the woman’s violet eyes, William Carter felt no tension at all. He smiled back and then asked, “So, what is this place?”

“This place… just think of it as a prison. After all, the three of us have been trapped here for over fifty years and can’t get out, so it’s not much different from a prison.”

As Rebecca Clark spoke, she shrugged, showing a slightly bitter expression.

“So, who are you, and why did you appear here?”

“William Carter, a not-so-outstanding student at Yangcheng Academy, who was inexplicably teleported here after a diligent cleaning session. If you’re asking me why… maybe because I didn’t clean well enough?”

Upon hearing the words “Yangcheng Academy,” Rebecca Clark’s expression became unusually serious.

“Yangcheng Academy? Just as I thought… What’s your dean’s name?”

“The dean? Samuel King, if I remember correctly.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Priest and the skeleton Old Thompson both cursed in unison, “That bastard!”

William Carter reacted quickly. “Are you three the big villains the dean locked up here?”

The skeleton Old Thompson snorted disdainfully. “As if he could lock us up?”

Old Priest Charles Reed chimed in, “Locking up Old Thompson is one thing, but there’s no way he could lock me up.”

Old Thompson: “Screw you!”

Rebecca Clark: “Shut up!”

Then Rebecca Clark said, “There’s no need to talk much about what happened between the three of us and Samuel King. It’s true that because of him, we’re trapped here… But the bigger question now is, why were you able to come in?”

Charles Reed also said, “Yeah, why could this kid get in?”

The skeleton Old Thompson was silent for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, “There’s something wrong with this kid! Look closely, he doesn’t have a trace of dream shadow on him!”

Charles Reed immediately leaned in. “What? No dream shadow? Could he be dead?”

But Rebecca Clark shook her head. “Of course he’s alive… There is a kind of living person who indeed has no dream shadow. Have you forgotten?”

Charles Reed thought for a while, then said in shock, “You mean a dreamless one? Are you kidding? Do such people really exist in this world?”

Rebecca Clark said, “If it exists in theory, then it’s not surprising to see one in reality. So, William Carter… have you really never dreamed before?”

William Carter was startled. “Yeah, how did you know?”

“It’s obvious… Didn’t the academy teach you? Anyone who has ever dreamed carries a trace of dream shadow, and a skilled Dreamweaver can keenly observe the dream shadow and deduce all sorts of information about the other person.”

William Carter shrugged. “Never taught, or if they did, I don’t remember. And before you, no one ever told me about dream shadows.”

Rebecca Clark said, “Normally, no one would bother to check someone else’s dream shadow, especially for a kid like you. The dream shadow is very faint and hard to notice, and even if you see it, it’s meaningless… Only Leonard Thompson, because of his racial talent, is more sensitive. You see, even I didn’t notice the problem before.”

“So, is there anything special about never dreaming?”

Rebecca Clark replied, “I’ve never seen a case in reality, but in theory, the dreamless are the most gifted Dreamweaver practitioners, progressing far faster than others. And among Dreamweavers of the same level, the dreamless have much more stable dream realms… In short, they’re a kind of genius.”

William Carter immediately recalled the dying Dreamweaver he’d met on the outskirts of Free City. Could it be that he’d noticed William Carter had no dream shadow, so… “But your situation is a bit different from the theoretical dreamless,” Rebecca Clark said, her violet eyes suddenly flaring with fire. “A dreamless person is simply born without dreams, which means they naturally have excellent dream control. But it doesn’t mean they can’t dream at all. Once they go through the Awakening phase of training, the dream shadow is bound to appear. Yet you’ve been studying at Yangcheng Academy—how could you still have no dream shadow? You… must be completely incapable of dreaming, right?”

“Exactly right.” William Carter couldn’t help but praise, “A month since school started, I’ve been stuck at the Awakening phase, progress always at zero. Lots of people say I have no talent for Dreamweaving and am just freeloading at the academy—truly, you understand me.”

“Most people in the world really don’t have much talent, but it’s rare to find someone who can’t dream at all. At least, you’re the only one I’ve met… And besides, if it was just poor talent, you couldn’t have been sucked into this space. There’s a very interesting secret hidden in you.”

Rebecca Clark made this judgment, while Charles Reed and the skeleton beside her fell silent, looking thoughtful. After a while, the skeleton moved the knife in his hand. “Should we dissect him to find out?”