Born in Blood Chapter 44: Blood Weaving

Revel gathered his books to give Liam as howork. It totalled to twenty-three, and each book was about 4 inches thick.

That fact didn't annoy Liam in the least. He always loved reading books in his first life, even on topics that might have seed mundane or boring.

"Co whenever you're ready, just let know beforehand. I'll be here most of the ti."

Liam nodded.

"Oh, and what's the na of the inscription thod?" Liam asked. Calling it the 'inscription thod' wasn't convenient.

Revel pursed his pale lips, then grinned.

"Blood Weaving."

Liam humd in approval, stored the books into his ring, then headed back ho.

Of course, he attempted to ask for the spells Revel had made, but the man chuckled and didn't say anything.

'Being shaless doesn't work on this maniac, I guess.' Liam realized.

The next two weeks passed quickly.

Liam's lessons with Rogan had been going well, and the forr had gotten past the first few stages of forging – thanks to his new ntal prowess.

It wouldn't be long until he started using the forging technique.

The biggest problem for him was keeping the blades stable – since, if he didn't perfect the foundations, the whole thing would fall apart.

An excessive usage of 'Ora' was required in those steps – which was used to purify the tals – but since Liam didn't have a core, his usage of it was obviously limited.

In addition, Liam had started to learn the vampiric tongue. Its alphabet and writings were quite similar to the Japanese language, even its pronunciation was alike with minor differences.

Revel had taught him the concept of inscriptions and the most basic of its knowledge. The man was beyond impatient – and his tongue was vile – but his thods of teaching made up for that.

In essence, inscriptions consisted of three crucial parts. The 'aning', 'link', and 'ink'.

To invent an explosive spell, for example, the inscriber had to take into account the amount of 'Ora' that went into the user's core, the strength of the explosion, its size, when it could detonate, and other factors that might affect the spell's performance. These were called 'anings'.

The inscriber would then create a series of 'links' between these anings, using special writings and diagrams to express them.

Such writings were made from a special 'ink' that contained the anings themselves.

Blood weaving, like the na suggests, used refined blood as its ink.

These links would create a circuit between the writings, which allowed the spell to function – If made correctly, of course.

The complexity of the inscriptions would vary depending on the desired effect, with more complex spells requiring more intricate circuits and a deeper understanding of the topic.

This was partly the reason why Rank-1 spells and martial arts were so simple – and similarly weak. They didn't require much to make, and they served relatively simple functions.

Obviously, these three elents were endlessly deep – not to ntion there were many more aspects – and learning them would take multiple lifetis.

Thankfully, cultivators had long lives.

Besides that, Liam had spent all his money on buying pills during that two week period – both for himself and Rogan.

They swallowed his savings up by heaps, but calming his paranoia was worth every penny.

He didn't use them, though, and saved the pills for when he attained the Rank-2 Psionic Rune.

All the while, his body was steadily approaching the peak of the middle-stage – his healing properties growing slightly stronger.

It ca to a point that Lloyd had to use most of his strength to keep up during their duels.

Alternating between the trio was strange, but Liam had sothing important to learn from each one of his teachers.

Besides that, there was the addition of the three space rings Liam stole from his pursuers – containing a total of 300 'Ora' Stones.

Each one contained a Rank-2 martial art attuned with their specific elents – Whip was a fire elental, Hamr used wind, and Broadsword used earth.

Unfortunately, the martial arts were useless to him. He didn't have his elent yet, and didn't use any of their specific weapons.

The space itself was much more useful, since he got a total of 15 square ters to store more items.

'I'll save the martial arts for now. Maybe I'll be able to sell it sowhere else.'

Eventually, the ti ca for Liam to reveal his awakening.

He entered the underground guild and entered the armory.

Ava gave him a warm nod as usual.

Liam spared the pleasantries and cut to the point.

"I'd like the second Psionic Rune please. I'm sure I have enough rits for it."

Ava stared at him for a few seconds in silence, before raising a brow.

"Why? You won't need it for another two years at least."

Liam nearly clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"I've already completed the first rune."

Ava's eyes widened in disbelief.

Before she could pressure him, he took out his Psionic Rune and pushed it against his forehead – expressing no discomfort or pain.

Ava was stunned. Liam stretched out his token, which she slowly grabbed – her shocked eyes still stuck on him.

She fumbled around with her desk montarily, before taking out the second Rune.

The rock was hexagon-shaped, glowing faintly blue. It was slightly bigger than its predecessor, and on one of the sides, an ancient number rested – which Liam presud as two.

Liam's ntal energy lted around it and couldn't get close to the Rune all.

'I wonder how long it'll take to reach Rank-2.'

Liam suppressed a smile.

He hastily grabbed the rock and token, then stored them.

His rits had gone back considerably, from 525 to 35, but it was worth it in his eyes.

As Liam left, Ava instantly took out a Jade and called David.