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

Back at the underground base, Bell first repaired the durability of his pickaxe. The iron sword had reached its limit after unleashing four Shadow Strike shots, and it shattered into pieces beyond repair.

With a well-durable pickaxe, Bell also added five sets of rails and three minecarts to his inventory, as well as the compass he had bought earlier.

After doing all this, Bell set off immediately, riding the minecart again, and appeared on the outskirts of the bamboo forest in the first half of the night.

"All you need is a compass to determine your location and calculate distances."

Upon arriving at the outer edge of the bamboo forest, Bell, guided by his memory and the compass, memorized and marked the exit of the railway track outside the bamboo forest.

He kept walking and hurried from the outer edge of the bamboo forest to the white bone tower he had found earlier, which took Bell quite a bit of time.

Outside this bone spire, the adventurers who had previously appeared here are still there, and their numbers have increased several times over.

However, judging from the appearance of their camp, this group has not yet taken any action to explore the Bone Spire.

“Great, I still have plenty of time.”

Having arrived outside the White Bone Spire through the hole he had dug earlier, Bell glanced at the compass and estimated the distance from the outer edge of the bamboo forest to here.

After a simple mathematical calculation, Bell easily determined the location and approximate distance.

"To get from here to here, all we need to do is dig a tunnel, which isn't difficult."

Once the calculations were complete, Bell entered the Bone Spire and quickly darted to the sixth floor where the [Meteorite Iron Spear] was stored.

He took out a pickaxe and dug vertically down the floor, creating a small square hole that led directly from the sixth floor to the first floor.

"This thing is really heavy..."

Climbing onto the weapon rack, Belfer pushed the large gun with all his might, aimed it at the small square hole, and slammed it down.

With a whoosh, the large spear plummeted from the sixth floor and finally plunged into the ground of the first floor with a loud bang.

Then, Bell ran back to the first floor and laid the rails along the direction he had calculated. When he encountered obstacles, he simply dug them up and successfully laid the rails outside the Bone Spire.

"Place three minecarts and secure the meteorite iron spears on them..."

Bell's plan was implemented smoothly, except that pulling the meteorite iron spear out of the ground almost exhausted him.

He smoothly arranged three minecarts in a row, carrying the meteorite iron spear, like a train hauling cargo, and sent it out of the Bone Spire.

Bell dug straight down for a while, then dug straight forward, laying tracks as he dug.

After using up all five sets of rails, he had dug out nearly a hundred meters.

At this moment, Bell ran out of the excavated hole, activated the minecart outside the Bone Spire, sent his meteorite iron spear into the ramp, and retrieved the rails behind it.

The meteorite iron spear that was sent underground is unlikely to be found by anyone else in the short term. Now, it's time for Bell to deal with the last piece of loot in the Bone Spire.

This ancient corpse, which has endured for so long, is too large to be transported and taken away like the meteorite iron spear.

The adventurers discovered the place, and to avoid any further complications, Bell decided to set it on fire.

Chapter 93 The Power of the Poet Immortal

[Ancient corpses that have survived for generations]

Type: Strange Object

Description: The corpse of a powerful being who fell long ago. Over time, it has lost all its former characteristics, but the aura of time is etched within it. Perhaps for some, this will be a priceless treasure.

After losing the influence of two external factors, the body of the tomb owner reverted to its original state as a corpse.

But for Bale, this is undoubtedly a good thing.

A corpse should look like a corpse, lying quietly. It's better to be still and not wander around all day long. It's not good to scare people, or even the flowers and plants.

Standing beside the ancient corpse, Bell could sense that most of the death energy that had previously clung to the body had dissipated.

"Then, it's time to make the preliminary preparations for ignition."

Brandishing his pickaxe, Bell first knocked two large holes in the fifth-floor wall to allow air to circulate, quickly ventilating the confined bone spire.

At the same time, Bell was also using the excavated materials to wrap the ancient remains, forming a furnace-like structure.

"All the combustibles collected from the surrounding area have been thrown in; the cremation ceremony is about to begin."

Rub his hands together, and Bell jumped onto the ancient corpse. Flames rose from his body, quickly raising the temperature in the makeshift stove and igniting the flammable materials.

The raging flames surged upwards, but the ancient corpses within showed no reaction to being roasted by the fire; they only appeared somewhat oily from the heat of the flames.

"How come we've run into another guy who can't be burned? Are they all iron golems?!"

[○｀Д○

Bell was a little angry, puffed out her cheeks, and decided not to indulge this ancient corpse.

The magic flowing through his body was quickly mobilized, and Bell's mental power completely enveloped the furnace, condensing into a field—this was the preliminary preparation for Bell to chant his poetry.

Since his own flames were insufficient to break through the ancient corpse's defenses, he would then draw upon the imagery of fire depicted in the poems of the ancient sages.

"Of the millions of poems in the world, only one person can be called the Poet Immortal, whose poems flow effortlessly from his lips, possessing a magnificent and extraordinary style, untouched by the dust of the mortal world."

The emotions were brewing in his mind, and before he could even speak, the magic in Bell's body entered a state of jubilation, drawing even the magic of the surrounding environment involuntarily.

The world sensed the emotions left in the poems by the poet Li Bai and was willing to cooperate in bearing his power.

Bell recited Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu, No. 14," which is not a well-known work among the poems created by the "Poet Immortal," nor is it a first-rate work that sings praises to heaven and earth for all time.

It was simply a poem written by Li Bai spontaneously after witnessing the hard work of a group of smelters in Qiupu.

The scene of ancient smelters singing while working is nothing compared to celestial palaces, cosmic mysteries, and the sun, moon, rivers, and seas.

But the poet was Li Bai, the immortal poet whose fame has lasted for eternity, and that's no exaggeration.

"The furnace fire illuminates the heavens and earth, red stars scatter amidst purple smoke. On a moonlit night, a shy young man's song stirs the cold river."

Li Bai's poetry is characterized by its magnificent and unrestrained style, elegant and fresh tone, and rich in romantic spirit. It achieves a unity of content and art, and is thus known as...

"The banished immortal".

(Pay attention! Time to review your Chinese language knowledge!)

In the original world, Bell's Chinese teacher always said that Li Bai's poems had the artistic charm of "his brushstrokes startled wind and rain, and his poems moved ghosts and gods to tears."

But in this world where poetry possesses extraordinary power, the praise for Li Bai's poetry goes beyond just its artistic charm.

In Li Bai's poems, he dared to compare the fire of the smelter's furnace to the heavens and earth, and even ordinary sparks and burning smoke were given a magnificent image.

Bearing the magic of poetic imagery, it is constantly activated, and after reaching its limit, it collapses inward, releasing extremely terrifying energy.

After reciting the twenty-character quatrain, the temperature inside the furnace where Bell was located suddenly soared, and the originally orange-red flames condensed and compressed, turning into incandescent light that was too bright to look at with the naked eye.

Bell, positioned in the furnace, could even touch the solidified, almost liquid flames and feel the ever-increasing temperature.

Even the extremely high fire damage reduction granted to Bell by the [Fire-Loving Wisdom] skill couldn't make him ignore the ever-increasing temperature.

Σ(⊙▽⊙“

Bell was astonished, because he could sense that the power of the poem was still increasing, and now only the images of "the furnace fire illuminates the heavens and earth, red stars scatter amidst purple smoke" were taking effect.

The terrifying temperature and the liquid-like flames melted away the tough skin of the ancient corpse and continued to devour the withered muscle tissue below, reaching all the way to the bones.

As the effects of poetry continue to grow, Bell anticipates that the bones of this ancient corpse will not last much longer.

Because the second half of the poem begins to exert its power.

"On a moonlit night, Hao Lang's song echoes through the cold river."

The image of metallurgical workers shouting slogans as they worked by the furnace under the moonlight seemed to appear within the intensely incandescent flames.

They chanted their names, and the indistinct yet powerful singing reached Bell's side, absorbing and refining the magic he released, which was then fed back to Bell himself.

The first half of the poem is about igniting the power of the flame, while the second half is about giving back to the singer, completing a cycle and continuously strengthening the power of the flame.

"If this ancient person were really alive, perhaps he could have truly reached the end of his career as a bard through poetry."

The sheer power of those twenty characters is astounding; even Bell couldn't help but marvel at how this man, standing at the pinnacle of poetry, was truly a celestial being descended to earth.

Focusing his mind, Bell, amidst the flames, endured the intense heat surrounding him and channeled his spiritual energy into the fire.

[Fire-loving Wisdom] is operating at full power, constantly collecting and summarizing the information extracted from the ancient corpses.

Bell was like a mouse-shaped computer, constantly inputting and analyzing data.

The first information to emerge from the ancient corpses was memories and experiences of close combat, those moves that had been practiced countless times and could not be forgotten even after becoming corpses.

Bell's [Lancer Apprentice] level is fading rapidly as a large amount of combat experience floods into it. The experience gained from the corpses is not as powerful as that from the tomb owner's legacy tablet.

Without the support of a inherited will, these experiences are insufficient to shake Bell's individual will, but similarly, they cannot instantly transform Bell into a "gun master".

After the ancient corpse was burned into a skeleton, Bell, who had gained a lot of combat experience, finally saw the constantly changing stats in his body stabilize.

The [Lancer - Apprentice] rank has also transitioned to [Intermediate Lancer].

I'll have a lot to write now that it's published, so I'll be writing all night. There are probably three more chapters to go, and if I get home early after dinner, there will be even more.

Sending you all (heart emoji)

Chapter 94 Remnants of Time

"In the end, he was reduced to a spearman..."

Bell, amidst the flames, pouted as he watched himself transform from a spear apprentice into a proper intermediate spearman.