Reborn With A Technology System In A Fantasy World-Chapter 50: Beautiful.

As Professor Toren pointed to the long table at the back of the Rune Making Hall, the students rose, everyone walking to get a share of their tools.

The table had everything a Rune Smith would need — runic papers, carving tools, stone tablets, inks, and all. But Adrian went for what they were told to get, reaching out for a runic paper among the lots on the table.

But before he could grasp it, a hand darted in, snatching the sheet with a deliberate jerk. Adrian froze and his brow furrowed.

’They’re plenty of papers here. What’s the deal?’ he thought, but didn’t look up, suppressing his emotions and moving to grab an ink and quill.

But just about he could maintain contact once again, the same hand shot out again, shoving his aside to claim the inkwell.

Adrian’s patience snapped. ’This is no accident.’

He turned, ready to confront the idiot that was hell bent on annoying him.

His eyes locked onto a familiar, arrogant sneer, and a wry smirk curled his lips. Fabian. His brother stood there his face twisted with disdain.

"You," Fabian hissed in a low but venomous tone. "What the hell are you doing here? How are you alive?"

His questions confirmed his role in the assassination attempt, but Adrian didn’t care.

His eyes didn’t linger on Fabian for up to second before he turned without a word, grabbing another runic paper and ink from the table’s abundant supply.

He walked back to his seat with measured steps, leaving Fabian glaring at his back.

Whispers followed — Fabian’s friends, no doubt, peppering him with questions — but Adrian tuned them out.

’He’s irrelevant to me,’ he thought, settling at his table, the paper and ink before him like a challenge waiting to be tackled.

By the time everyone had their tools before then, Professor Toren stepped to the center and clapped.

"Runes are constructs," he began. "They’re drawings etched with purpose. When mana flows through them, they awaken, binding power, amplifying force, or unleashing effects."

He paced, his boots tapping against the floor, and gestured broadly. "Runes aren’t just for Mages. Knights, smiths, even common folk can use them with magic crystals to channel mana. A crystal is a spark for those without the gift, making runes universal."

He held up a 1-Star Magic Crystal. "With this, anyone can activate a rune. But crafting them? That’s where the art lies."

Toren moved to the board, chalk in hand. "All advanced runes are built from basics. They are the elemental runes: Fire, Earth, Wind, Water. These are the roots, the foundation of every complex construct."

He drew slowly, the chalk scraping softly. The Fire Rune was a jagged spiral, its lines sharp like tongues of flame licking the air.

Earth was a solid square, intersected by blocky lines, unyielding as stone. Wind flowed in a single, graceful curve, twisting like a breeze.

Water was a series of wavy lines, rhythmic and fluid, like ripples on a lake.

"Each gives a core property," Toren said. "Fire for energy, Earth for stability, Wind for speed, Water for adaptability. Every rune you’ll ever craft traces back to these."

Adrian’s eyes narrowed, the runes sparking recognition. ’They’re simpler than mine, but familiar,’ he thought. His System knowledge was heavy with advanced runes, but these basics felt like pieces of a puzzle he’d already solved.

’Maybe I can map them to what I know,’ he mused, his fingers twitching to draw. Toren continued, his voice firm. "To craft a rune, every detail must be perfect. Line ratios, curve angles, stroke thickness. A single flaw, and the rune fails. Or worse, it backfires."

He touched the Fire Rune on the board, and a pulse of mana flowed from his fingers. The rune blazed red, a small flame flickering above it, casting dancing shadows. The students gasped with wide eyes.

Toren smiled faintly, withdrawing his hand, and the flame vanished. He placed a magic crystal on the rune, and it glowed again, the flame reappearing.

"Mana or crystals both work," he said, removing the crystal. "You’ve seen it. Now, start with the Fire Rune. I’ll guide you."

The students bent over their papers, brushes dipping into ink, the hall filling with the soft scratch of quills and the occasional huff of frustration.

’This is too easy,’ Adrian thought, dipping the quill in the ink. His hand moved with unnatural precision and in a single, fluid second, he drew the Fire Rune, its lines sharp, the spiral perfect, the angles exact.

’I knew it,’ he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. He moved to another part of the sheet, drawing the Earth Rune next. Its blocky lines formed effortlessly.

Wind followed and then Water was last, all of them completed with barely any effort.

’This is nice,’ Adrian thought, leaning back to admire his work. He couldn’t pull a magic crystal from his [Inventory] as that would draw too many questions, but the runes were still flawless without them.

Still, he wondered why they’d start with something so basic. These felt like trivial experience from what he knew.

Glancing around, he saw the other students struggling and Toren going around the hall to offer them assistance.

"Slow down," he told one. "The spiral needs balance." To another, "Your angles are off. Start over."

He encouraged them in a patient tone. "Don’t rush. It’s impossible to master in one go. Keep trying."

The students nodded, their faces tight with effort, and bent back to their papers, quills scratching. Adrian watched, his own runes a stark contrast to the mess they were attempting. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

’They’ll catch up eventually,’ he thought, but he was already leagues ahead.

Toren reached Adrian’s table, ready to offer corrections, but stopped dead. He picked up Adrian’s runic paper, his eyes widening as he studied the four runes.

Each was perfect. Their lines were exact, their curves were precise and the ratios was flawless.

He channeled his mana into them and they all began to glow strongly with their elemental properties.

The glow was very bright and sharp, even more fierce than the ones he had drawn and everyone already had their eyes on Adrian’s table.

He didn’t care about all that, as all he did was stare and then he muttered a single word:

"Beautiful."