REINCARNATED WITH THE BOOK OF SUPREME LAWS

TESTING THE THREADS

Elior followed the faint sound of laughter toward the village square. Children ran between the stalls, kicking up dust, shouting about who was fastest or who could climb the fence higher. Miren had come to call him from the stream and while h wasn't really interested in running around like a child " well I'm still a child" .he wondered within while looking at his small 6 year old arm "I wonder how long it would take for me to grow up again" he said with a sigh all the while walking towards the playing children

He spotted Lana spinning around with her arms wide, her laughter bright like sunlight, and Taron sitting cross-legged under a tree, arms crossed, frowning at the others. Elior’s feet moved of their own accord, carrying him toward the open space.

He clutched the pebble he had kept in his pocket, turning it over in his hand. It felt ordinary now, yet he knew it had obeyed him before. That thought alone made his small chest tighten with excitement.

“Elior, hurry!” Miren called from behind, waving him over. She didn’t look back to see if he was following.

He slipped into the group quietly, keeping a hand in his pocket around the pebble. Taron glanced up. “Finally decided to join?” he muttered, but didn’t move. Lana grinned and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the circle of children.

Elior allowed himself a tiny smile. He could play along, pretend to be normal. For now.

As the children argued over which game to play, Elior let his fingers brush the pebble. A faint warmth ran through his hand. He focused lightly, letting his mind trace the connections he had glimpsed before.

A thread stretched from his fingers to the pebble, then to the ground beneath his feet. Another to the tree near Taron. Another to the sun. They were quiet, patient, like the rules of the world had simply acknowledged him.

He tightened his focus. The pebble lifted slightly in his hand, then dropped back down. Nothing spectacular. No flashy display. But to him, it was enormous. The world had answered his thought.

Miren, standing near the edge of the group, froze. Her eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing. Only she had noticed, only she had seen the faint glow in his eyes when the pebble stirred. She felt it in her chest, a strange tickle of awe, but she didn’t know why.

“Elior?” Lana called, tugging at his sleeve. “What are you doing?”

He blinked, shaking himself. “Nothing,” he said quickly. “Just… looking at the ground.”

Taron scowled. “Stop daydreaming. If you cannot run, at least pay attention.”

Elior nodded. He ran with them anyway, short legs pumping. For a moment, he forgot the threads, forgot the pebble, forgot the quiet pulse he had felt. Just a child running with children.

But later, when the game ended and they all sprawled on the grass panting, he slipped the pebble out again. He focused again. This time, with a gentle push of thought, it rolled forward a few inches on its own. He laughed quietly.

No one noticed. Not Lana, not Taron. Only Miren’s wide eyes. She ducked behind a small barrel, peeking at him as if he had done something impossible.

Elior caught himself laughing too loudly and tucked the pebble back into his pocket. It was not yet the time for anyone to understand. He had touched the threads of the world, yes, but he had barely begun.

As the sun dipped lower, painting the village in gold, Elior helped gather stray sticks for the evening fires. He moved with purpose now, a little steadier, a little calmer. The threads hummed faintly under his awareness. He could sense patterns in the earth, in the grass, in the way the smoke curled from the chimneys.

And somewhere in the distance, past the forest line, he imagined something stirring. Nothing dangerous yet, only a subtle acknowledgment. Like the world had noticed him too.

For Elior, it was enough. A child’s game, a small pebble, and the beginning of understanding something vast and patient.

Tomorrow he would try again, testing, learning, slowly. The Law of Beginning whispered faintly in his mind. 0.1 percent, tiny but undeniable. A spark. A seed.

He pocketed the pebble and joined the others, laughing at something Taron had said. His eyes flicked once toward Miren, who looked at him with that same quiet awe.

Elior smiled softly. The world was bigger than the village. And he had already begun to touch it.