After a long, steaming shower, Kael stepped out, the warmth clinging to his skin as he grabbed a dark towel and began drying off. With practiced ease, he moved over to the mirror above the sink and started cleansing his face, methodically patting in the serum he had bought weeks ago.
His reflection stared back at him clear skin, sharp jawline, and ethereal features that sometimes caught him off guard. The face of someone who looked carved out of moonlight and starlight, as if the gods had taken extra care.
> "Ever since I got to this world," he muttered while patting under his eyes, "I've been keeping up with skincare way more than I ever did in my old life."
He chuckled.
> "I think the original owner of this body was obsessed with looks. Honestly… maybe if I took better care of myself back home, I wouldn't be dead right now."
A faint smile crossed his lips half amusement, half bitterness.
Then his eyes drifted down toward the satchel placed on his desk just beyond the bathroom door.
Inside it, resting patiently, was the Book of Origin and the Ritual Ink.
His expression darkened slightly with focus.
> "Now that I have them, I'll need to summon instead of create. Creating a realm from scratch would take a decade's worth of divine calculus. Not worth the effort… yet."
He straightened up and began reviewing the mental checklist, repeating it silently with sharp clarity.
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1. Open the Book of Origin to a blank page the white void, symbolizing untethered possibility.
2. Use the Ritual Mana Ink to draw a Runic Circle of Genesis it acts as an anchor, planting a dimensional seed into the multiverse's weave.
3. Inscribe the key pillars:
Realm Name: Its true metaphysical name, which would stabilize its anchor.
Dimensional Coordinates: Symbolic encoding of its cosmic location, e.g., "Between the 7th Pulse of Æther and the Dreaming Void."
Law Sets: Define how the realm functions time dilation, mana density, metaphysical laws.
Access Protocols: Who or what could enter "Only meta-beings attuned to Source Frequencies may cross."
4. End with a Signature Rune a metaphysical IP address that would broadcast the realm's beacon across creation.
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Kael exhaled slowly, running a hand through his damp hair, the water trailing along his fingers like a whisper of tension.
> "Yeah... creating one is too much of a pain right now."
> "Summoning one that already exists?" His smile curved darkly, "Much easier... and far more chaotic."
His eyes returned to the mirror for one last look.
> "Alright then, pretty boy," he said to himself with a mocking grin. "Let's go open some doors we'll probably regret."
He stepped out of the bathroom, the quiet creak of the floorboards following him as he approached the Book of Origin.