Reincarnated as a bamboo rat, it begins its extreme survival struggle.

At least in terms of removing impurities, the cube-shaped furnace in front of Bell has surpassed all technological devices on Earth.

"Is this the irrationality of the magical world? I always felt that this furnace and workbench were products of some kind of rule, completely ignoring things like material loss. As long as they conformed to a certain operating logic, they could produce perfect results..."

After gazing at the stove and workbench for a while, Bell, who was completely clueless, overturned all the ideas he had come up with and, adhering to the principle of not thinking about things he couldn't understand, regained his happiness.

Damn it, they need to get a brain!

By arranging and combining the fired iron ingots on the workbench, four pieces of equipment appeared out of thin air in front of Bell.

Iron helmet, iron breastplate, iron trousers, iron boots.

When the best four-piece defensive set was placed in front of Bell, his inventory also changed accordingly.

To the left of the four-slot inventory, Bell's blocky 3D shape appears, followed by four slots for placing armor.

"Guards, prepare the general's armor."

In the unknown underground mine, Bell, with a touch of ritual, placed the four pieces of armor one by one into their corresponding boxes.

As the armor was placed, square gray iron armor also appeared on Bell's blocky three-dimensional shape.

"Why do I feel like nothing has changed about my body?"

After the armor was in place, Bell moved his body a few times and found that there was no trace of iron armor on his body, and he did not feel any obstruction as if he were being dragged by a heavy object when he moved.

Even after Bell stroked his fur several times, he couldn't find any metallic texture on his body. His white fur remained silky and flowing, very white, oily, and shiny, with a kind of beauty that wouldn't cause him heatstroke.

It was as if all the armor he put on the blocky 3D mouse didn't exist.

"Not sure, let's try again."

Sensing something was wrong, Bell shifted his body, mustered all his strength, and charged towards the stone wall beside him. Then, he leaned to the side, assumed a stance resembling an iron mountain lean, and slammed into the stone wall four times.

"The chicken nuggets are so delicious!"

After crashing into the Iron Mountain, Bell felt no pain. Instead, obvious white marks appeared on the stone wall beside him, and a few small pieces of stone fell down, as if he had collided with some hard material.

Recalling the sensation and sound of the impact, Bell was surprised to find that his armor would only quietly appear to protect him when he was about to be hurt.

Emboldened by this experience, Bell began to dart about, scratching himself with pebbles, banging his forehead against the rock face, and even attempting to break a boulder on his chest...

After struggling for quite some time, Bell realized he was unharmed, and then...

He tilted his head and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, with the Golden Bell and Iron Shirt armor, what worries do I have about achieving my great cause?!"

Although the durability of these armors is unknown, judging from the fact that they do not affect one's agility, do not add any weight, and can protect one, they are undoubtedly perfectly rated equipment.

Bell was already drooling with anticipation, imagining himself replacing his iron armor with a diamond suit, and then, while the diamond suit protected him, wrapping his body in a layer of top-tier defensive gear.

Having these two layers of equipment for protection isn't enough. Bell also needs to hire a super-strong shield warrior as his mobile meat shield. Anyway, since he's small enough, hiding inside the shield warrior's armor won't be a big problem.

"If possible, I would like to try to build something like Gundam in this world, and then have the Shield Warriors pilot it, layer upon layer, forming a thousand-layer cake defense."

As his abilities developed, Bell's ideas became increasingly outlandish. Adhering to the central principle of "stay put and don't be reckless," he cultivated his own steady way of thinking.

But the time for fantasy must eventually come to an end.

After forging an iron sword with the remaining materials, Bell put away the furnace and workbench used to complete the mission, and the whole mouse left the mine with light steps.

Before leaving, Bell even hung the oil lamp he had taken back, emphasizing civility, politeness, and returning what he borrowed, rather than trying to emulate someone like Cheng Long.

"Our family values ​​good manners."

Bale waddled back to Edu's tent. Before dawn, he slipped under the curtain and went inside, intending to rest for a while. But then he saw Edu propping himself up, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at Bell who appeared in the tent, and lazily greeted him:

"Mr. Bell, are you up this early?"

Looking at the dazed Edu, Bell wanted to reply, "Actually, I'm not asleep yet."

But after thinking about it, Bell didn't speak, suppressing the joy of the harvest in his heart.

After a brief conversation with Edu, Bell's fatigue from a whole night of activity also welled up in his heart, since he hadn't been able to relieve his fatigue by bathing in flames tonight.

He yawned widely and told Edu to remember to put him in his pocket if anything happened outside.

After doing all this, Bell curled up into a ball, ready to have a good night's sleep.

Edu responded, made a mental note of Bell's words, crawled out of the blanket, shook his clothes, and began to put on his outdoor gear.

Don't let his status as a third-rate adventurer fool you; he has all the essential details of an adventurer's life, clearly having received formal training.

It was while Edu was putting on his gear that Bell, who was about to fall asleep, saw his body, which was not covered by clothes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a row of rather dazzling feathers. Even in the dim light of the tent, the feathers reflect light as much as possible, displaying their vibrant colors.

Starting from Edu's right collarbone, the line extends down to his ribcage and across his entire back.

Within this area, Edu's body is covered in dazzling feathers.

"I almost forgot that this little guy is a demi-human, an anomaly among people."

Muttering something, Bell closed his eyes, buried his head in the soft fur on his stomach, and stopped looking at Edu.

He didn't care whether Edu was an oddball or not. Whether it was him or Edu, they didn't live under the scrutiny of others.

Chapter 30 The Visitor from the Dream

Edu picked up the ball-shaped bell and put it into the pocket that adventurers typically carry.

He stepped out of the tent, intending to find some work in the sparsely populated mine camp. Since childhood, Edu's mother had taught him that it would be difficult to survive without finding work to do.

Edu was lucky today. Several hunters who stayed behind at the camp needed to check and replenish the traps around the camp, so the hunters hired him at a low price to work as a porter and a warning device.

If the hunter's trap catches something like a bamboo partridge or bamboo monkey, the hard work of moving the catch is left to Edu.

Similarly, Edu must also pay attention to the sounds of small animals around him to warn the hunters.

“Mr. Bell, the wages offered by the senior hunters are quite good, enough for me to live on for a long time.”

Edu stroked Bell through the pocket and whispered something, which drew a burst of laughter from the surrounding hunters.

The hunters found out yesterday that Edu had a white bamboo rat by his side, which was round and looked quite cute.

The three hunters who hired Edu this time all liked him quite a bit. After all, Edu was a reliable guy, and he possessed the [Beast Language] skill, which was very suitable for the hunter profession.

"Kid, when you're a bit older, you can come to our Hunter's Guild to learn skills. Compared to the Warrior class, which requires strength, the Hunter class is easier to get started with and will allow you to better utilize your talents."

"Wang!"

The large dog beside the hunter barked excitedly, sticking out its tongue and grinning sheepishly at Edu.

When you start as a hunter, you will be taught animal training skills. Many hunters will keep a large dog as their animal companion. The hunter class also has many skills that work with animal companions, and there are even advanced classes that are paired with animal companions.

If Edu chooses the hunter profession, he will be able to utilize his talent for animal language.

But the hunters' advice did not affect Edu's determination to become a bard.

"We'll see then."

Chatting idly, Edu and the hunters left the camp. Bell, who was in his pocket, was fast asleep despite the bumpy ride.

Before sensing danger, Bell is like a cat that has fallen into a deep sleep, letting others squeeze and mold him without him even opening his eyes.

At this moment, Bell's consciousness had sunk into a dream.

Bell has now mastered the method to enter the dream world.

Entering this dream space doesn't require him to level up or absorb energy; he only needs to relax his whole body and enter the most soothing state to arrive in the dream world.

Surrounded by familiar cotton candy clouds, Bell once again arrived at his own island.

Fertile land uncultivated, a clear river flowing through the floating islands, and a mud-walled house that still looks quite simple.

Since there is no improvement in level or physical stats, the sign with the chibi-style Bell's head will not produce new building materials.

But Bell's purpose in coming to the Dream World this time was to test his abilities.

Upon summoning his own inventory, Bell discovered that the inventory and crafting functions could be used normally in the Dream World, but the items and resources previously stored in the inventory could not be brought into the Dream World.

"It's a pity that if I could bring materials from the outside world into the Dream World, I could build the Spirit Hut directly."

Shaking his head with a hint of regret, Bell floated to the edge of the fertile land and buried himself there.

As a survival-oriented player, Bell saw that this fertile land was not being utilized, and his farming spirit was burning brightly within him.

Regardless of whether he had any seeds, Bell buried himself in the soil, digging and carving, quickly dividing the uncultivated land into ditches and ridges, planning to transform it into a well-organized piece of land.

At the same time that Bell was cultivating the land, a small, blurry dot was slowly becoming clearer upstream of the river that stretched across the floating island.

"Ring ring ring~"

The melodious sound of bells reached Bell's ears when he was halfway through clearing the land.

Bell's little ears twitched a few times, and he raised his head, standing upright to look at the river in the distance.

A large sailing ship with three masts was seen slowly drifting down the river from the upper reaches.

When the large sailing ship got close enough to Bell's floating island, Bell was amazed by the sheer size of the ship before him; the slowly descending ship was six or seven times larger than Bell's floating island.

Keep in mind that Bell's floating island was at least half the size of a basketball court.

"What the hell is this thing?!"