He wandered around the hall for a while and soon found another door. This time, upon entering, it was a bedroom.

After strolling around the bedroom for a bit, without encountering anything novel, William Clark returned to the hall once again.

Soon, he also found a basement in a corner of the living room floor, filled with all kinds of liquor, and a large dark red wine barrel. The air was thick with the aroma of alcohol.

After wandering for a short while, he more or less figured out the situation here.

“This is just an old European-style manor.”

William Clark returned to the hall, feeling that he was about to wake up.

People who are dreaming can always sense when they are about to wake up.

“While I still have some time, I’d better go check out the last room—the study.”

He didn’t delay and headed straight for the study from the hall.

He strode into the study.

The first thing William Clark saw was a rosewood low table placed in the center of the room, with a stack of gray-covered books piled on top.

Next to the books was a silver-gray candlestick, right beside a large, half-opened tome.

Curious, he leaned in and saw that the open pages were densely packed with tiny, fly-sized characters, each one extremely clear, but unfortunately, he couldn’t recognize any of them.

“So clear?” William Clark was a bit surprised.

He skipped over this book and let his gaze fall on the other bookshelves.

The shelves were packed tightly with all kinds of books.

He casually reached out, pulled one out, and flipped through it. It was also filled with dense, tiny letters, completely unrecognizable.

“It doesn’t look like Xilin script, but more like ancient Grein script…” William Clark frowned deeply. He had seen this famous script in ancient books on TV.

The ancient Grein script, along with hieroglyphics, cuneiform, and ancient Xiguang script, are four parallel systems, known as the oldest writing systems in history.

He had already learned about the origins of this script in many extracurricular books back in middle school.

Among these four ancient scripts, hieroglyphics and ancient Grein script are the easiest to recognize, with the most distinctive features.

So he recognized it at a glance.

“This is funny. I can actually dream of ancient Grein script in my dream…” William Clark found it a bit amusing and carefully examined the book in his hand.

But what surprised him even more was that much of the content in this book, with its combination of images and text, gave him a fresh sense of unfamiliarity.

“Logically, things you see in dreams, even if they’re unfamiliar, should still carry a sense of familiarity… but this kind of strangeness…” William Clark started to feel that something was off.

He was just about to carefully copy down a passage and record it to check after waking up, when a sudden wave of intense dizziness surged through him.

“Time to wake up…” he realized.

Chapter 7

The morning sunlight slanted in through the window, falling on the desk and casting a pale yellow reflection.

William Clark lay silently under the covers, eyes open, his expression calm. Only a faint trace of regret lingered in his pupils.

“Wait, that’s not right!” He suddenly snapped awake, quickly sat up straight in bed.

Swish.

William Clark threw off the covers, got out of bed, and pulled out paper and pen from the drawer.

After a flurry of soft scratching sounds, a line of handwriting was clearly recorded on the white paper he placed on the desk.

A line of ancient Grein script.

William Clark stared intently at the line of text he had just written from memory. It was the cover and a line of text from the book he had just forced himself to remember in his dream.

The black Grein script on the white paper looked like a row of tiny metal fragments—sharp and scattered, yet neatly arranged in a line.

Looking like fragments—that’s the most typical feature of Grein script. This is also the key reason why William Clark could instantly recognize its characteristics.

“Interesting…” William Clark pursed his lips.

In his previous life, he worked in a profession that required exceptional sensitivity to writing. Now, facing an unknown script again, a long-lost passion in his heart began to burn.

“I didn’t expect that the Grein script from my dream could actually be recorded, and it even looks pretty authentic.”

Rubbing his chin, William Clark fell back into his old habits.

He planned to try translating it.

“Grein script. As long as I search for each word online, translating it shouldn’t be too hard. It might be impossible for an ordinary person, but for a professional like me who’s been studying ancient languages for five or six years, it’s really not a problem.”

William Clark composed himself and carefully folded the paper away.

He was very curious—what would this Grein script, memorized from his dream, turn out to be once translated?

“This is the first time in my life I’ve formally encountered this script, and I didn’t expect it to be in a dream. I just hope it doesn’t turn out to be a bunch of gibberish when I translate it.”

William Clark tucked the paper away, got up, and started getting dressed.

Another day of daily life was about to begin.

After having breakfast at home, he changed into his school uniform, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and leisurely headed out the door. Then he took the slow-moving bus and made his uneventful way to school.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened—classes, breaks, lunch, more classes, more breaks.

Even after school in the afternoon, nothing special happened.

William Clark focused on reviewing his materials to prepare for the upcoming weekly quiz. Only when he had some free time did he take out that slip of paper with the Grein script, breaking down the phrases one by one, planning to look them up online.