As a world-renowned fog city, the sky in London is always gray for most of the time, especially at night, even the lighting range of street lights seems extremely limited.

In this dim environment, several stray cats were rummaging through the trash can in a remote alley for food tonight.

Sudden.

A series of dull red light shone over the unknown alley, disturbing the cats who were foraging.

The kittens were frightened and instantly fled around and hid in places they thought they were safe.

After the dull red light in the sky flashed a few times, the space where it was twisted like a piece of kneaded paper. Accompanied by the sound of cloth tearing, a figure covered in blood was squeezed out of the void.

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

The figure staggered two steps, reached out to hold the wall before barely standing firmly, and then looked around.

The surrounding buildings were very unfamiliar, but they made him feel a little familiar.

"Where am I running?"

Camelot looked at the familiar and unfamiliar buildings around him in confusion, with a little confused look on his eyes.

The styles of these buildings are neither like the Tmidon Magic Federation where they are, nor like other human countries, nor are they like elves, dwarves or other races.

It's a bit like the modern architectural style I had before traveling through time...

By the way! This is the architectural style before traveling through time!

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

This is a bad time, bastard!

If he was able to return to his original world before he was injured, it would be a big choice, but now he is seriously injured and the magic power in his body is almost dry, so he can't use magic to heal himself!

"Damn... Why should I throw me back to this magical world at this time!"

Camelot slowly slid against the wall and sat on the ground, feeling a little desperate.

...

Camelot is a time traveler. The reason for traveling is very ordinary. He was seriously ill and could not be cured and died on the operating table.

So when he opened his eyes again and found that he was reborn in a small baby in a sword and magic world, he was extremely grateful.

Not only can you live for a lifetime, but you can also get in touch with magic that once only exists in fantasy. No matter how you think about it, you will make a profit.

The place where Camelot was born was called the Principality of Lanster, and he was a member of the Tmidon Magic Federation.

The Tmidon Magic Federation is a joint force composed of multiple small countries. The leaders of each country are not kings, but magicians who have won the title of Great Magician. These magical parliament formed by the magicians who command small countries are the real power institutions of the Tmidon Magic Federation.

Under this social system, children of the Tmidon Magic Federation have been accustomed to receiving magic education since childhood, even if Camelot is just a civilian child born in the country.

Although there is no system that exists in many novels, and no special physique as a golden finger, the knowledge reserves of adult thinking and different systems mastered on the earth still make Camelot a famous magic prodigy at a very young age.

Camelot, who made his reputation, was soon recruited by the National Magic School of the Principality of Lanster and became a promising magic apprentice.

Camelot also seized the opportunity and frantically absorbed magic knowledge in school. He was rated as a three-textured magician at a young age.

In the Tmidon Magic Federation, magicians are divided into seven levels. In addition to the magic apprentice at the beginning and the magician who will no longer be rated in the end, magicians are divided into one to five lines from low to high.

The three-text magician can already obtain a considerable fiefdom and a noble title in the Tmidon Magic Federation.

But after reaching the Three-Seal Magician, Camelot seemed to have reached a limit, because he had neither a system nor a descendant of excellent bloodlines. As a civilian mage, being able to achieve Three-Seal Magicians is enough to make him a civilian idol.

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

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

With his unremitting efforts, Camelot finally advanced to the Five Wires bit by bit, and thus joined the Magic Parliament of the Tmidon Magic Federation...

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

The power of magic can make Camelot live longer than ordinary people. Even if he is over 200 years old, he still maintains his appearance as a middle-aged man, but his life span is indeed almost reaching his limit.

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

However, becoming a magician is no longer something that can be achieved by hard work. This requires more talent. Camelot, who was born in a civilian, is actually not good at magicians. It is almost impossible for him to become a five-text magician to be shocked.

What's more, Camelot's lifespan is not a few years left.

In the past two hundred years of becoming a magician, Camelot tried to use various methods to improve his talent. Although it had some effects, it was not enough to allow him to enter the realm of a magician in just a few years.

Unwilling to give up, he plunged into major libraries, searched through all kinds of secrets that were not true or false, and finally found a record of a certain elves that could be confirmed to be truly existing and helpful to him.

The information pieced together from numerous secrets is not detailed or accurate. Some information that seems to be made up and cannot be confirmed with conflicts with each other. What Camelot can confirm is that there is a treasure made of crystal fragments of the World Tree in the elves, which has the function of greatly improving magic affinity.

But the specific appearance of this treasure, its name, and its usage cannot be confirmed in the information pieced together, and only know that it will emit a gentle white light, giving people a feeling of being unable to help but want to get close to it.

Camelot, who had not had much time, used this elf treasure that he didn't know whether it existed as the last straw. He sold all his industries and bought a set of expensive magic equipment, as well as a large number of high-level invisible rings, space teleportation scrolls, defensive talismans and other magic props.

After that, he found a way to join the visiting delegation of the Tmidon Magic Federation, followed them into the capital of the Elf Clan, and found an opportunity to sneak into the treasure house of the Elf Clan.

However, while Camelot entered the elf treasure house, he was also discovered by the anti-theft magic inside.

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

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

Camelot, who was already seriously injured, no longer hesitated. He grabbed the stone and forcibly activated all his space props in the forbidden demon field of the elves clan, and tore a hole in the elves treasure house. Then he got in.

However, what people unexpectedly expected was that his space teleportation this time actually teleported himself back to Earth.

...

"Meow……"

The cat moans from the depths of the alley made Camelot, who had already begun to move his lantern, suddenly come to his senses.

"Damn! I almost died like this!"

Having all reached this point, Camelot certainly would not give up. He quickly mobilized the only magic power in his body and released a healing technique that was worse than that of a magic apprentice.

Although this healing technique was awkward, it made Camelot, who was already dying, regain a little energy. 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 magic power in this world flowed relatively slowly and was a little worse in quality. His current situation simply could not support him in absorbing enough magic power to release healing techniques that were enough to escape from danger of his life.

"It seems like I can only have a gamble..."

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

With the injection of magic, white light appeared again inside the crystal that had lost its light. Although it was extremely weak, it gave Camelot a warm feeling like his mother's arms, making his body gradually cold and cold due to excessive blood loss.

Camelot, who had already let go, frantically absorbed the magic power around him and poured them all into the crystals in his hand.

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

The situation of this treasure is somewhat 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 increases lifespan, enhances physique, enlightens wisdom and other gain effects.

However, most of this is aimed at natural magic. Although the magic of other systems has been improved, it is not much better than the methods he has used in the past.

To put it another way, even if Camelot successfully merges this natural heart, he cannot become a magician, because the highest level of natural magic has its exclusive title - the Great Druid.

"...Forget it, it's just a change of system. It's good to be able to save your life."

Camelot, who had no choice, could only comfort himself like this. Fortunately, the spells of the druids are not the same as those of normal magicians. Although they also have a series of conventional spells, they awaken different spells based on their personal affinity for various animals and plants in nature. Camelot does not need to worry about how to learn druid spells.

As Camelot continuously injected magic, the white light on the heart of nature became brighter and brighter. As the halo gradually expanded, the crystal gradually lost its entity and turned into a white ball of light, floating on Camelot's palm.

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

Just when Camelot felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, the light ball in his hand suddenly swelled suddenly, and then quickly contracted inward, quickly forming a round bead emitting gentle white light.

"Hahaha... If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune!"

Camelot, who was surviving in a desperate situation, was ecstatic and tried his best to hold the beads in his hand and send them to his mouth.

At this moment, a small gray shadow jumped out of some corner, flashed past Camelot, whose vision was blurred, and took away the beads emitting white light from his hand.

“Meow~”
Chapter completed!