Ten-star apprentice: the first four stars don’t bring any obvious effects, just a bit of physical strengthening. But once you reach five-star apprentice, it’s a whole different story—the benefits of cultivation start to show. At the five-star apprentice level, the body’s skin, nourished by vital energy, becomes as hard as iron, and both strength and speed increase significantly.

Brian Cooper was at this level, while Henry Carter was only a one-star apprentice. The gap between the two was like heaven and earth!

Henry Carter’s deskmate was a boy named William Grant. He got along pretty well with Henry Carter, and nudged Henry Carter with his elbow, trying to wake him up. But Henry Carter just lay there motionless, sleeping like a dead pig.

Can’t even wake him up? William Grant was a bit dumbfounded and gave a wry smile. Bro, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but you’re sleeping so soundly, there’s nothing I can do.

At this moment, Henry Carter was still trapped in a deep dream. Countless divine patterns bombarded his sea of consciousness, as if they were about to burst it open. In the dream, Henry Carter saw his sea of consciousness changing bit by bit, radiating golden light, with countless mysterious divine patterns flowing within.

Could it be that the red sea of consciousness that had troubled him all along had changed?

But the sea of consciousness is divided into red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—seven colors. As for a golden sea of consciousness, he had never heard of it. Henry Carter’s sea of consciousness was still mainly red, but now there was a faint trace of gold.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted in his sea of consciousness, as if it was about to shatter.

“Ah—!”

Henry Carter, who had been sleeping, suddenly woke up in shock, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. His head was still throbbing with pain. Rubbing his temples, his face still showed lingering fear. Staring blankly at the familiar classroom before him, Henry Carter slowly came to his senses.

At that moment, because of Henry Carter’s loud shout, all the students stared at him in astonishment!

This guy Henry Carter is really something else. It’s one thing to sleep in Grace’s class, but to have a nightmare and shout out loud?

“This is just too much!”

“Impressive!”

They were all puzzled. Henry Carter had always been well-behaved in class and never did anything out of line. What was up with him today? Was he trying to get Grace’s attention with this stunt?

“Sigh, Henry Carter is in trouble again!”

Some kind-hearted students still felt sorry for Henry Carter. They saw Brian Cooper’s darkened face. As Grace’s self-appointed protector, there was no way Henry Carter would escape a beating this time!

The schadenfreude laughter and sympathetic sighs from around him all poured into Henry Carter’s ears, but he paid no attention. His eyes were vacant, his brows tightly furrowed, as if enduring great pain.

Hundreds of thousands of divine pattern fragments of knowledge were rampaging in his mind, as if his head was about to burst from the overload. Only when the chaotic knowledge in Henry Carter’s mind gradually settled did the emptiness in his eyes regain a bit of clarity.

“What was that towering mountain in my dream? What’s happened to my sea of consciousness?”

“Why did I fall asleep? Why did I have such a dream?”

A look of disbelief flickered in Henry Carter’s somewhat dazed eyes. After this long dream, his state of mind seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

At this moment, Miss Grace, who was teaching, also stopped. She was very composed—even when Henry Carter was sleeping, she tolerated it. But she couldn’t tolerate a student shouting and disrupting the class.

“Stand up!”

Grace’s crisp voice carried a hint of sternness as her gaze fell on Henry Carter.

Henry Carter realized Miss Grace was calling him and hurriedly stood up.

“What’s your name?”

Grace looked at Henry Carter, her elegant brows slightly furrowed, a bit displeased. She enjoyed teaching these students and had prepared this lesson with great care, but she hadn’t expected a student to sleep in her class. Sleeping was one thing, but to cry out and interrupt her lesson?

“Henry Carter!”

Henry Carter slowly raised his head, as if still not fully awake, a bit confused, and answered instinctively. Some information slowly surfaced in his mind: Grace Hamilton, a standout in the South Star Academy’s genius class, ten-star apprentice, about to become a martial artist, the goddess of South Star Academy, and our substitute teacher!

Looking at Miss Grace’s long hair, exuding a faint fragrance and a soft purple sheen, Henry Carter finally woke up completely. So we’re in class!

“This kid, still not awake!”

Miss Grace looked at Henry Carter. He was slightly taller than her, a bit thin, but rather handsome, with deep eyes that revealed a calm and steady temperament.

Sleeping openly in class and even shouting out loud—even with Grace Hamilton’s good temper, she couldn’t help but be a little angry.

Although Grace was only a substitute instructor for Class Three, she had always been diligent and never gave up on any student, even if Henry Carter was recognized as a hopeless case. If a teacher ignores you, that means they’ve truly given up on you. If a teacher is willing to teach you, it means they haven’t! But Henry Carter was really hopeless—he even slept in class.

“Henry Carter, come up to the podium.” Grace Hamilton looked at Henry Carter and said.

Chapter Three: Divine Ability Forbidden Technique?