All Chapters of REINCARNATED WITH THE BOOK OF SUPREME LAWS: Chapter 31
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THE FIRST RUNE
He picked up the old brush he had kept on the table for writing " Maybe this will be able to draw runes on paper" .The tip was slightly worn, but it was good enough. He dipped it in ink, then held it between his fingers as he focused inward.He guided a thin thread of Primordial Essence into his arm. It ran down to his wrist, then seeped carefully into the brush.Immediately the brush changed.The ink shimmered faintly. The wooden handle felt lighter. A soft warmth pulsed along the bristles. Elior’s heart skipped a beat.He placed the brush on the paper and began to draw the first curve of the Life Rune.Halfway through the stroke, the energy inside the brush wavered.The paper burst into flames.Elior yanked his hand away as ashes drifted upward like black snow.He stared.Then blinked.Then exhaled shakily. “So that is how it works.”He grabbed another sheet.Attempt two.He copied the shape in his mind, drawing the curve more gently this time. A little too gentle. His energy outpu
LOOKING FOR A CARVING KNIFE
Elior sat at his table for a long time after the Life Rune glowed on paper allowing his energy to return and his head to stop this unnatural stinging then he started again this time trying to create it on wood He tried a few more variations, dipping the brush into ink and tracing curves directly onto the carved wood of the bird he had brought back from the forest.Nothing.The ink ran across the surface, pooling and soaking, but it refused to respond to his essence. No glow. No warmth. The rune remained inert. He frowned, tapping the bird with the tip of the brush. “So it needs something else…” he muttered.He stood abruptly. His eyes flicked to the kitchen. Maybe a knife. A small, sharp tool could channel energy if it had the right surface. He grabbed the first kitchen knife he saw. Simple steel. Heavy in his hand.Elior focused inward, sending a pulse of Primordial Essence from his Celestial Heart down his arms and into the knife. The metal shivered briefly as if responding, and th
FINDING A SUITABLE TOOL
The morning sun spilled over the village rooftops, painting the streets in warm gold. Elior walked along the cobbled paths with an easy step, his mind buzzing with thoughts of runes and Primordial Essence. He felt light, almost exhilarated, as if every cell in his body thrummed with anticipation.“Elior!” a voice rang out from a nearby bakery.He turned and saw the baker’s wife waving from the doorway, a tray of fresh bread in her hands. The smell of warm dough and sugar floated toward him, making his stomach rumble.“Come and eat with us!” she called, her smile bright and inviting. “We just finished a new batch. You must try it!”Elior raised a hand in greeting, his eyes glinting with cheer. “Thank you, I already ate at home! But the bread smells wonderful!”The baker’s wife laughed lightly, a sound that carried warmth through the morning air. “Next time, then! Don’t be so shy, come and visit us.”“I will,” he called back with a grin, waving before continuing on his way.The monkey o
THE CHIEFS URGENCY
Elior made his way through the middle of the village, the sun high in the sky, shining down on the cobblestones and casting long shadows from the timbered houses. Villagers went about their chores, children laughed as they chased each other, merchants called out their daily goods, and the occasional dog barked somewhere behind a wooden fence. The air was warm, carrying the scent of bread from nearby bakeries and the faint aroma of herbs drying in the sun.And yet, none of it mattered to him. His thoughts were fixated, like a magnet pulling his attention to a single urgent thread: the golems.Ahead, he saw the chief standing near the fountain at the heart of the village, speaking quietly with another villager. The chief’s presence commanded attention even in a casual conversation. His posture was straight, his voice measured but firm. Even without addressing Elior, the aura of authority was palpable.The moment the chief noticed him, a small smile appeared. “Isn’t this Elior?” he said
THE RUNIC BLADE OF ESSENCE
The sun had begun its slow descent by the time Elior left the central square. The village had returned to its calm rhythm after the scouts’ report came back clean. The golems had not moved toward the village, nor had they left any fresh signs of presence. Their trail led deeper into the mountain forest. That meant the danger, while real, was distant. It could be years before they resurfaced. Perhaps even longer.The chief did not hide his relief when Jorin returned. His shoulders eased for the first time since Elior had spoken to him. Even so, the concern never fully faded from the man’s eyes. Elior noticed that much. The chief’s heart carried the weight of the entire village. Even a distant threat pressed heavily on him.Elior walked along the village path, the monkey sitting comfortably on his shoulder. The gentle evening breeze brushed his cheeks, carrying the smell of earth and the faint sweetness of drying herbs. Soft golden light shone across the rooftops and fields, giving ever
THE ENDLESS TIDES OF TIME
The sun rose slowly over the village, casting soft golden light across the rooftops and cobblestones. Birds sang from the trees, and the smell of fresh bread drifted lazily from the baker’s shop. Yet, amid all this peace, there was one small figure moving with steady purpose, his eyes focused, his movements precise.Elior, now ten years old, had changed in subtle ways. He walked with a maturity that belied his age, his limbs strong, his shoulders slightly broader, his gaze sharper than before. The monkey perched on his shoulder, alert and attentive, occasionally chirping or leaping to the ground to investigate a passing insect. The village around him bustled, yet he moved like a shadow, quiet but purposeful, absorbed in his own thoughts.For the past few years, this had been his life. Each morning began the same: rising with the sun, eating a modest breakfast, and then retreating to the small space he had carved out for himself. There, on a wooden table, lay his tools: paper, brushes,
THE VILLAGE STIRS
Elior left the stream with slow, measured steps, his palms cool from the water and his mind steady from another carved rune. The scent of wet earth and river grass trailed behind him as he walked toward the village. A soft breeze ruffled his hair, carrying faint traces of smoke from cooking fires. In these quiet moments, his essence flowed calmly, humming beneath his skin like a low current.Yet the closer he got to the village center, the more he sensed it—an unusual restlessness in the air. Voices carried farther than normal. Footsteps moved quicker. Even the children’s laughter felt sharper, too loud for an ordinary afternoon. Something had stirred the villagers today.The monkey on Elior’s shoulder perked up, ears twitching.Elior slowed his pace.He had learned to trust his instincts. The Book of Laws had not revealed new pages, but it had sharpened his perception over the years, making him more attuned to shifts in the environment. And right now, something in the rhythm of the v
DAY OF RECKONING
The first light of dawn stretched across the village, brushing the rooftops and cobblestones with soft gold. Mist clung to the stream near the village edge, drifting lazily into the air. Birds chirped as if unaware of the day’s coming upheaval. Yet in one small courtyard, a boy moved with measured precision, completely focused on the task at hand.Elior crouched over a block of driftwood, the twin essence knives lying beside him. With careful, deliberate strokes, he carved intricate runes into the wood, each curve and line glowing faintly as it accepted his Primordial Essence. The hum beneath his skin pulsed with each completed symbol. By the time he finished a small Life Rune, he felt his essence nearly drained, every thread of energy spent in perfect harmony with the carving.He exhaled, calm and deliberate, and drew in new energy from the morning air. It was automatic now—an effortless rhythm honed over years: drain, replenish, refine. By the time the sun peeked over the tallest ro
THE INVESTIGATION IN THE FOREST
The echoes of the explosion still rattled through the village when the four sect delegations moved as one. Robes swirled, essence flared, and every elder’s expression hardened into a mask of focus. Without a single glance back at the villagers, the elders streaked into the forest, leaving a trail of displaced leaves and humming energy in their wake.The chief followed immediately, steps deliberate, face set with concern. Age lined his features, but his body moved with a rare grace, fueled by experience and urgency. He did not hide; his presence was a steady, open beacon of authority and intent.None of them noticed the quiet figure slipping through the shadows at the forest’s edge.Elior.He pressed himself against the thick trunks, his essence entirely suppressed. Not a whisper of power betrayed him. His steps were silent, measured, like water tracing a rockbed. He stayed far enough behind to remain unnoticed, yet close enough to observe every detail: every flicker of aura, every rip
THE BATTLE IN THE FOREST
The forest trembled under the weight of their approach. Each step the golems took pressed the earth, cracked branches, and sent low, grinding vibrations through the roots of trees. The air itself seemed heavier, charged with the low, ancient hum of Primordial Essence. Even the wind carried a tinge of static, vibrating against the leaves like a low warning.The sects formed a line. Four groups of practitioners faced the forest’s edge, eyes narrowed, bodies poised, energy coiling around them like snakes ready to strike.“Stay calm,” the Willow Heart elder instructed, drawing precise wind sigils in the air. Celestial Wind flared softly around him, silver-white currents slicing through the foliage, humming in harmony with the rustling leaves. “They are intelligent. We will not attack recklessly. Read them first.”The Azure Mountain Sect leader cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing like breaking stone. “Talk won’t work with these things. Let them step closer, and I’ll show them the force