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

Now, Bell has a lot of close combat techniques in his mind, especially those using long weapons.

Originally, Bell could only fiddle with the iron sword back and forth.

Now he can directly perform the Dragon Dance and unleash a deadly thirteen-shot combo with a backhand.

"But I still don't like spearmen. Spearmen have always been unlucky. I don't want to be a spearman who can't even choke on water."

After making a comment, Bell regained his composure. The temperature inside the fireplace was still rising, and Bell's fluffy fur was slowly curling up under the heat of the flames.

The flesh of the ancient corpse disintegrated, and its huge and deformed bones gradually cracked under the scorching heat of the flames.

An indescribable aura emanated from the cracks in the bones.

"My spiritual power can't grasp these auras!"

Using his "Fire-loving Wisdom" to absorb all kinds of information, Bell encountered for the first time information that he could sense but could not capture.

This thing is like an ordinary person trying to grasp flowing water with their palm; you can touch and feel it, but when you try to hold on tight, the water will slip through your fingers.

This aura was very faint, but it always gave people an irresistible feeling, like...

"time."

Having been calcined to this point, the aura of time within the ancient corpse was extracted.

The traces of time accumulated in the ancient corpse over this long period of time are priceless treasures of this body.

“These remnants left over from the past cannot be contained by mental power; they must be anchored.”

Very few items can bear the marks of time; it is not the case that the more valuable or precious an item is, the more likely it is to bear the marks of time.

Conversely, even the most ordinary objects without any magic can acquire the aura of time after a long period of sedimentation, just like ancient corpses, which have been through the ups and downs of history.

But Bell doesn't have that kind of thing either.

The ring on the tail does not have the ability to attach traces of time.

"It seems that the only thing in my body that can resonate with the traces of time is my own flesh and blood."

After quickly examining himself, Bell discovered that he possessed something within him that resonated with the remnants of time—his own blood.

More accurately, it's the magical characters in one's own blood, that complete "Chang Ge Xing".

This poem, which contains imagery of the passage of time, wraps these remnants of time within magical characters, guided by Bell.

Although he didn't know for the time being what these remnants of time could do for him, Bell had a feeling that they would be of great use.

"It seems I can use these remnants of time to aid my next magical inscription."

Originally, Bell didn't have a plan for the next magic inscription, but after the time remnant appeared, a strange inspiration suddenly popped into his mind.

Once he finishes his slumber, Bell will be able to use these remnants of time to complete an extremely dangerous magical inscription.

As the burning in the furnace gradually came to an end, and with the continuous release of traces of time, the bones of the ancient corpse were also collapsing at an accelerated rate, eventually turning into a pile of ashes.

These ashes

It shimmered with a soft glow, and you could tell at a glance that it was something good.

[Refined and concentrated high-grade bone meal]

Description: Bone meal, the final product of ancient corpses after calcination, is rich in various rare substances. Just 500 grams can triple the yield of ten acres of land. Extraordinary plants can improve their quality by absorbing the energy in the bone meal. Ordinary plants, after being cultivated with this bone meal, have a chance to transform into extraordinary plants.

The effects of high-grade bone meal are extremely potent. If it were presented to the life skills experts in the Agricultural Guild who have spent their entire lives farming, they would definitely be willing to bleed a lot of money to obtain it.

If Bell is willing to lend a hand, at the very least, he can use this bone powder to enter the Agricultural Guild's bottom-level secret vault and exchange it for the hidden treasures there.

Pick up the bone powder on the ground. There are about 20 pounds of bone powder here. For a body the size of an ancient corpse, the output is excellent.

"Not only bone meal in the real world, but also bone meal in dreams has the same effect."

During the burning of the ancient corpse's bones, some light spots were also released and sank into Bell's consciousness.

That's bone powder material that can be used in the Dream Realm, but the quantity is not as much as in the Material Realm; it's only enough for two uses.

"But this is already a huge profit."

Shaking his head and swaying inside the furnace, Bell was in a pretty good mood.

A purple glow is now appearing on the horizon; the sun is about to rise.

Bell quickly retreated from the wrecked bone spire and crawled into the tunnel where the meteorite iron spears had been transported, dismantling the railway and finishing up as he went.

The matters in the Bone Spire have been completed, but Bell cannot rest now.

He also had to dig a tunnel to the railway outside the bamboo forest so that he could send the meteorite iron spear back to his secret base.

This gun, weighing over 400 pounds and unable to be stored in the inventory, was the only way Bell could transport over long distances.

"Unbearable."

They dismantled and dug along the way, laying tracks only after creating a new road. Bell worked on this until nearly dawn before finally delivering the meteorite iron spear to the site where the railway had been laid.

To pinpoint the exact distance of fifty meters underground, Bell spent considerable effort to accurately place his meteorite iron spear onto the railway tracks.

"Finally, I can rest."

After letting out a huge yawn, a completely exhausted Bell collapsed in the minecart.

Three minecarts in front of him carried meteorite iron spears, while his own minecart was suspended far behind.

The mine cart creaked and groaned forward at a not-too-slow pace. Bell indicated that he wouldn't be coming back to the bamboo forest for the next week or two.

"I'm home safely!"

After a journey of more than an hour, Bell successfully returned to his underground base.

The iron golem remained in the pit enclosed by the iron fence. After Bell returned, it still looked at him with a dim-witted expression, turning towards Bell's direction.

Even after Bell put down the materials and left, it stared blankly at the stairwell where Bell had left, and it would take a long time before it moved again.

"Phew, finally I can relax."

Once on the ground, Bell let out a long sigh of relief.

He jumped out of Edu's kitchen and found Edu, who had just returned home from grocery shopping, in the living room.

Upon seeing Bale's return, Edu expressed some surprise, as the Bale before him was quite different from the Bale he remembered.

"Mr. Bell is back! Hey?! You've gotten so tanned!"

"What? It's gotten so dark! What happened to me?"

Bell was a little confused by Edu's question. He wondered if his secret of being a nigger had been exposed.

Chapter 95 Unfamiliar Faces in Cangxing City

"Mr. Bell, your hair..."

With a puzzled look on Bell's face, Edu pointed to the hair on his body.

Bell's once pure white and soft fur is now curly and charred, with many parts of the fur turned into charred clumps.

These are hairs that were burned off by the extremely high temperature flames when the ancient corpse was being calcined in a furnace.

A poem by Li Bai could raise the temperature of the flames to the limit that the "Fire-loving Wisdom" could withstand. Even Bell himself felt that he was about to lose his temper from the heat, and the hair on his body fell down prematurely.

Belle, who used to be incredibly soft and fluffy and felt wonderful to squeeze, has now lost weight and looks a bit strange.

Previously, Bell had been engrossed in digging tunnels underground, so exhausted that he didn't notice his fur had turned into this state.

Looking at his shattered fur all over his body, Belle estimated that it would take quite some time to get back to his fluffy state.

"Uh... this was burned by fire. Kids, don't play with fire, or you'll wet the bed at night."

Will Mr. Bell still get burned by the flames?

Edu was quite surprised that Bale could be roasted like that.

Since he had seen Bell, Bell had always been surrounded by fire, constantly diving into it. So much so that Edu had never imagined that Bell would be harmed by the flames.

"The flame temperature is too high, that won't work either. Are you going to cook?"

"Yes, we'll have stewed beef today."

Edu went into the kitchen and started gathering the newly bought ingredients, while Bell crawled into the stove, lit a fire for Edu, and then fell fast asleep on a large piece of firewood.

Bell needs a good rest. He'll take a nap by the stove, have a nice lunch, and then go back to sleep.

He relaxed completely and slept until sunset, just before nightfall, when he finally woke up.

With his eyes open, Bell saw Edu opposite him, gathering magic power on the bed. He would seize every spare moment to cultivate, and his level of effort surpassed that of many others.

"With your level of dedication to work, if you don't get distracted by things like romance, and keep working hard until you're thirty, you'll be able to achieve great things even without my help."

Bale has seen Edu's efforts.

He not only diligently inscribed magic, but he also studied the notes of bards, recorded the usage of different magical instruments, and repeatedly experienced the poetry, experimenting with how to sing it to achieve better results.

Even without Bale, Edu, if he maintains this drive, could still achieve great things in the future.

However, his low starting point and less-than-stellar talent might prevent him from making any further progress in his life.

Many adventurers are like this: after striving to a certain stage and then failing to make any further progress, they lose their spirit and eventually choose to give up.

"But with me leading the way, this little guy can maintain this momentum and continue charging forward for a long time."