Chapter 1 The Man Who Survived a Disaster

As a world-renowned foggy city, London's sky is always gray most of the time, especially at night, when even the lighting range of street lamps seems extremely limited.

In this dim environment, several stray cats are rummaging through the trash cans in a remote alley for tonight's food.

Suddenly.

A series of dull red lights flashed above this unknown alley, disturbing the cats who were looking for food.

The kittens were frightened and fled in an instant, hiding in places they thought were safe.

After the dull red light in the sky flashed a few times, the space in which it was located twisted like a crumpled piece of paper, accompanied by a sound of cloth tearing, a bloody figure was squeezed out of the void.

"Ahem... I finally escaped..."

The figure staggered two steps, stretched out his hand to hold the wall to barely stand firm, and then looked around.

The surrounding buildings were very unfamiliar, but he felt vaguely familiar.

"Where have I run to?"

Camelot looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar buildings around him in confusion, his eyes a little confused.

The style of these buildings is neither like the Termiten Magic Federation where he is, nor like other human countries, and it is even less likely to be the architectural style of elves, dwarves or other races.

It is a bit like the modern architectural style before he traveled through time...

That's right! This is the architectural style before traveling through time!

Camelot's mouth opened slightly, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

This is the wrong timing, bastard!

If it was before he was injured, he would have been able to return to his original world, but he is now seriously injured, and the magic power in his body is almost dry, and he can't use magic to heal himself at all!

"Damn...Why do you want to throw me back to this world without magic at this time!"

Camelot leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the ground, feeling a little desperate.

...

Camelot is a traveler, and the reason for traveling through time is very ordinary, that is, he got a serious illness, couldn't be cured, and died on the operating table.

So when he opened his eyes again and found himself reborn as a baby in a world of swords and magic, he was extremely grateful.

Not only could he live another life, but he could also be exposed to magic that once only existed in fantasy. No matter how you think about it, it is a win.

The place where Camelot was born is called the Principality of Lanster, which is a part of the Termiten Magic Federation.

The Termiten Magic Federation is a coalition of many small countries. The leader of each country is not a king, but a magician who has obtained the title of Grand Mage. The Magic Council composed of these magicians who lead the small countries is the real power body of the Termiten Magic Federation.

Under this social system, children in the Termiten Magic Federation are accustomed to receiving magic education since childhood, even if Camelot is just a civilian child born in the countryside.

Although there is no system that exists in many novels, and there is no special physique as a golden finger, but with adult thinking and the knowledge reserves of different systems mastered on Earth, Camelot still became a well-known magic prodigy at a very young age.

Camelot, who had made a name for himself, was soon recruited by the National School of Magic of the Principality of Lanster and became a promising magic apprentice.

Camelot also seized the opportunity and madly absorbed magic knowledge in school. At a young age, he was rated as a three-mark magician.

In the Termiten Magic Federation, magicians are divided into seven levels. Except for the magic apprentices at the beginning and the magicians who were no longer rated, magicians are divided into one to five-mark magicians from low to high.

A three-mark magician can already obtain a large fiefdom and a noble title in the Termiten Magic Federation.

But after reaching the three-mark magician, Camelot seemed to have reached a limit, because he had no system and was not a descendant of an excellent bloodline. As a civilian magician, being able to achieve three marks was enough to make him a civilian idol.

However, Camelot was unwilling to give up. Whether it was the inexplicable self-esteem of a time traveler or the pursuit of magic that he had been fascinated with, Camelot still did not relax after obtaining the noble title and territory.

In addition to occasionally completing the tasks assigned by the Federation and obtaining research funds and materials, Camelot has been studying magic in his own territory.

With his unremitting efforts, Camelot finally advanced to the five-pattern level little by little, and thus joined the Magic Council of the Termiten Magic Federation...

Although at this time, he was already an old man over 200 years old.

The power of magic can allow Camelot to live longer than ordinary people. Even if he is more than 200 years old, he still looks like a middle-aged man, but his life span is indeed reaching its limit.

Camelot, who is already a candle in the wind, is not afraid of death, but he still can't let go of the mystery of magic. He wants to go further and see the scenery after becoming a magician.

However, becoming a magician is not something that can be achieved by hard work. It requires more talent. Camelot, who was born a commoner, does not have a good magic talent. His ability to become a five-pattern magician has already shocked everyone. It is almost impossible for him to become a magician.

Moreover, Camelot only has a few years left to live.

In the two hundred years since he became a magician, Camelot has tried various methods to improve his talent. Although there are some effects, it is not enough for him to enter the realm of magician in just a few years.

Unwilling to give up, he plunged into major libraries and searched through various secrets, whether true or false. Finally, he found a record of a certain elf treasure that was verified by many parties and confirmed to be real and helpful to him.

The information pieced together from many secrets is not detailed or accurate. After removing some information that seems to be made up and conflicting and cannot be confirmed, Camelot can only confirm that there is a treasure made of crystal fragments of the world tree among the elves, which has the function of greatly improving magic affinity.

But what this treasure looks like, what is its name, and how to use it cannot be confirmed in the pieced together information. It is only known that it will emit a gentle white light, giving people a feeling of wanting to get close.

With his time running out, Camelot regarded this unknown elf treasure as his last straw. He sold all his property and bought a set of expensive magic equipment, as well as a large number of high-level invisible rings, space teleportation scrolls, defense spells and other magic props.

After that, he found a way to join the visiting group of the Termiten Magic Federation, followed them into the capital of the elves, and found an opportunity to sneak into the elves' treasure house.

However, when Camelot entered the elves' treasure house, he was also discovered by the anti-theft magic inside.

The elf guards arrived quickly, and Camelot frantically threw out various magic props to block the elf guards, while searching for the mysterious treasure in the treasure house.

Finally, when he was about to collapse, he found a completely transparent irregular crystal stone, which emitted a gentle white light that made people want to get close.

Camelot, who was already seriously injured, no longer hesitated, grabbed the stone, and forcibly activated all his space-related props in the forbidden magic field of the elves, forcibly tore a hole in the elf treasure house, and then he dived in.

However, what people didn't expect was that his space teleportation this time actually teleported himself back to Earth.

...

"Meow..."

The cat's cry from the depths of the alley made Camelot, who had already started to walk around, suddenly come back to his senses.

"Damn! I almost died like this!"

Having come to this point, Camelot certainly wouldn't give up. He quickly mobilized the remaining magic power in his body and released a healing spell that was even worse than that of a magic apprentice.

Although this healing spell was lame, it restored a little spirit to Camelot, who was already dying. He began to try to absorb the magic power in the air, but he didn't expect that he could actually sense the existence of magic power.

However, compared with the other world he traveled through, the flow of magic in this world was relatively slow, and the quality was also a little worse. His current situation could not support him to absorb enough magic to release the healing technique that could save his life.

"It seems that I can only take a gamble..."

Camelot tremblingly took out the elf treasure that he had exchanged for his entire fortune and his life from his robe, mobilized the small amount of magic he had just absorbed, and injected them into it.

With the injection of magic, the crystal that had lost its light once again glowed with a little white light. Although it was very weak, it gave Camelot a warm feeling like a mother's embrace, making his body, which was gradually cold due to excessive blood loss, feel much more comfortable.

Camelot, who had already given up, frantically absorbed the magic around him, and then poured them all into the crystal in his hand.

With the slow injection of magic, Camelot also received feedback from the crystal itself.

The situation of the treasure is slightly different from the content recorded in the data. It is indeed made of crystal fragments of the world tree, and it does have the function of greatly improving magic affinity, and even has a series of buff effects such as increasing lifespan, strengthening physical fitness, and enlightening wisdom.

However, most of these are for natural magic. Although other magics have been improved, they are not much stronger than the methods he has used before.

In other words, even if Camelot successfully integrates this natural heart, he cannot become a magician, because the highest level of natural magic has its own title-Archdruid.

"... That's all, it's just a transfer, it's good to be able to save my life."

Camelot, who has no choice, can only comfort himself in this way. Fortunately, the spells of the druid system are not the same as those of normal magicians. Although they also have a series of conventional spells, they are more based on the individual's affinity with various animals and plants in nature. Awaken different spells, so Camelot doesn't have to worry about how to learn druid spells.

As Camelot continued to inject magic power, the white light on the Heart of Nature became brighter and brighter, and as the halo gradually expanded, the crystal gradually lost its substance and turned into a white ball of light, floating on Camelot's palm.

Camelot was already exhausted at this time. Although the ball of light in his hand became brighter, he felt that his vision was getting darker and his body was getting heavier. However, he could only stare at the ball of white light on his right hand. According to the feedback from the Heart of Nature, he had to wait until the ball of light shrank into a round light bead before he could swallow it.

Just when Camelot felt that he could no longer hold on, the light ball in his hand suddenly swelled, and then quickly contracted inward, quickly forming a round bead emitting gentle white light.

"Hahaha... If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later!"

Camelot was overjoyed to be saved from a desperate situation. She used her last bit of strength to hold the beads in her hand and bring them to her mouth.

At this moment, a small gray shadow came out of nowhere, flashed past the eyes of Camelot whose vision was blurred, and took away the white-light bead in his hand.

"Meow~"

Before Camelot lost consciousness, what she heard was a meowing sounding like a milky cat.

I have opened a new book, I hope you will support me.

I didn't plan to post it now. I mentioned it in the group before. Something happened to the elder in the family. I originally planned to go out of town to visit him at the end of the month.

As a result...you all know my luck. Something happened a while ago, and the plan was postponed. I am not sure when I will go to other places. If it continues to be postponed, I don't know how I can publish the book. I might as well do it now. Sent out.

But to be on the safe side, I will keep updating once a day for the time being, and wait until I have more manuscripts saved.