In the magic world of sword and magic, opportunities and dangers coexisted.
Countless travelers traveled here, and most of them died at the beginning of the journey.
Allen knew the danger and activated the corpse touching system. With the greatest care, he swore to be the only surviving traveler.
"Ding Dong, the system has detected corpses. Host, shall we start to collect corpse data?" 
"Collection!"
"Ding Dong, the data has been collected successfully."
"Congratulations, host. You have got the Intermediate Mage of talent."
To protect his own life, he gradually climbed to the top peak!
Allen: "About the reborn magic world, the story of how I screwed up so bad..."

Travel Through the Time: Start with the Duplicate Talent

"Hey, did you hear anything?" The bricklayer over there began to mutter again.


"Yes, it's... It's a little bit like... It's... It's... It's..." "You've been thinking about it for a long time, but you can't think of a good metaphor."


"Is it a little like the sound of stepping on sand? Is it the sound of stepping on the sand when we went to pick up mud clams by the river?"


"It seems so. The feeling of sprinkling sand..."


Slowly, Allen's cultivation method went into the third, the fourth, the fifth... The kaolin slowly approached the middle of the pile, and impurities of various colors were squeezed out from it and covered the surface of the pile.


However, when they mixed together, they turned ugly brown-gray, and it was difficult to distinguish them at night.


Chapter 330 The Problem of Raw Materials