The Rebirth of the God of Law: The Lord of the God Realm

Dawn of Rebirth

On the edge of the magical continent, there was an inconspicuous little village. In a dilapidated little house in the village, Carl slowly opened his eyes.

A splitting headache forced him to frown, and memories of past lives flooded his mind. Those memories contained the glory and splendor of his time as the pinnacle of the Continental Divine of Magic ten thousand years ago, fierce magical battles, and a persistent pursuit of ever-higher realms. And amidst these fragments of memory, a mysterious ball of light stood out. It emanated a strange power, as if it held the key to a breakthrough, but the image was fleeting, too fast for him to examine it.

Carl looked at his tender hands, feeling the almost negligible magic within him, and a complex mix of emotions welled up within him. He understood he had been reborn. In his previous life, he had stood at the pinnacle of the magical continent, yet he could never break through to a higher realm. The feeling of helplessness and unwillingness remained vivid in his mind.

"In this life, I must break through the bottleneck and enter the realm of gods." Carl vowed secretly, with a determined light in his eyes.

Outside the hut, sunlight streamed through the dilapidated windows, casting patches of light onto the ground. Carl stood up and looked around. The simple furnishings inside revealed the owner's poverty. His parents had died young, leaving him alone to struggle in the world.

Carl felt a pang of grief at the memory of his parents. Although they didn't possess powerful magical powers, they had given him endless love. Now that he was reborn, he must become powerful enough to make his parents proud.

Carl walked out of the hut and into the village square. Several children were playing and laughing there. Seeing Carl, one of them ran over and asked, "Carl, do you want to play with us today?"

Karl shook his head and said with a smile: “No, I still have things to do.”

The child ran away disappointed and continued playing with his friends. Carl watched them, feeling a surge of emotion. He had once been as carefree as these children, but now he shouldered a heavy responsibility.

He found a quiet spot in a grove on the edge of the village, sat down, and began to sort out his thoughts. The memories of his past life were like a treasure trove, containing countless precious magical knowledge and combat experience. He needed to sort through these memories and formulate a plan for his future.

Just then, a voice sounded behind him: “Karl, what are you doing here?”

Carl turned around and saw an old man standing there. The old man's name was Erwin. He was the elder of the village and the only one who knew some magic. He had always been very caring towards Carl and often taught him some simple magic knowledge.

“Grandpa Erwin, I’m thinking about my future.” Carl stood up and said respectfully.

Erwin walked up to him, looked into his eyes, and said, "Kid, there's a maturity in your eyes that doesn't belong to your age. Is there something on your mind?"

Carl hesitated for a moment, then told Erwin about his rebirth. Erwin was surprised after hearing it, but soon regained his composure.

"Child, your destiny is destined to be extraordinary. Now that you are reborn, you must seize this opportunity and achieve your goals." Erwin said.

Carl nodded and said, "I will, Grandpa Erwin. But I don't know where to start."

Erwin thought for a moment and said, "Your magic power is still very weak. You need to improve your strength first. I can teach you some basic magic knowledge and training methods, but you must remember that magic training requires patience and perseverance. Don't rush for success."

Carl looked at Erwin gratefully and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Erwin. I will definitely work hard on my training."

From that day on, Carl began his arduous journey of training. Every day, he would rise early and go to the woods to practice magic according to the method taught by Erwin. Although his progress was slow, he never gave up and always persevered.

During his training, Carl encountered some difficulties and challenges. Once, while attempting to cast a spell, he accidentally triggered a backlash of magical energy, nearly injuring himself. But he didn't give up. Instead, he carefully analyzed his mistakes, learned from them, and continued to strive.

As time went on, Carl's magical powers grew. He learned more and more magic spells and mastered some combat techniques. He began to seek out weak magical creatures in the forests surrounding the village to train in combat, constantly improving his strength.

Yet, Carl harbored a lingering worry. He knew he had been reborn alongside his nemesis. In a previous life, they had been sworn enemies, locked in a fierce battle for supremacy over the magical continent. Now, reborn into the same era, their encounter was destined to continue.

"I must improve my strength as soon as possible, otherwise I will be unable to fight back when I meet my nemesis." Carl thought secretly.

In addition to his training, Carl also helps the villagers with whatever he can do. He uses his magic to help the villagers cure diseases and drive away wild beasts, winning everyone's respect and love.

As the days passed, Carl gradually grew up in this small village. His strength grew stronger, and his faith grew stronger. He knew that his future was full of challenges, but he was not afraid, because he had the memories of his past life and a strong soul to support him.

"One day, I will stand at the pinnacle of the magic continent again, break through to a higher realm, and enter the divine realm." Carl looked into the distance, his eyes full of anticipation.