The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 106: The Whisper of the Rune

Klaus stood frozen, his breath shallow, his gaze fixated on the dark rune etched into his palm. It pulsed faintly, as if it had a life of its own, a silent yet powerful reminder that something far more sinister now lurked within him. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his mind spinning with questions, fear gnawing at his every thought. The runes had vanished from his body, only to leave behind this singular mark—an enigma wrapped in darkness.

He squeezed his hand into a tight fist, trying to block the rune from view, but the presence of it burned beneath his skin. The sudden and complete absence of Greed weighed heavily on his heart, like a companion who had abandoned him in the most critical moment. His thoughts ran wild—what had really happened during the blackout? Where was Greed? And what in the name of everything had this cursed egg done to him?

The silence that filled the room was suffocating. Klaus turned away from the mirror, his fist still clenched, and made his way back toward the bed. His movements were slow, tentative, as if at any moment the walls around him might close in. Each step felt like walking through water, the weight of uncertainty dragging him down with every breath.

He paused near the edge of the bed, his gaze falling once again on the black egg. It sat there in the corner, as still and lifeless as it had been moments ago. Klaus crouched beside it, his heart pounding in his chest. The egg’s dark surface no longer pulsed with the ominous energy it once held, yet its very presence unsettled him. Was this thing responsible for what had happened to him? Was it the reason Greed had disappeared? He reached out hesitantly, his fingers hovering just above the surface, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch it.

Suddenly, a whisper curled through his mind, soft and indistinct like the rustling of leaves in a distant forest. Klaus froze, his hand recoiling as the voice grew clearer, more defined. It wasn’t Greed’s voice. This was something else.

*"You are not alone."*

Klaus staggered backward, his heart racing. His eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of the voice, but there was no one there. His chest tightened as the whisper continued, slithering through his thoughts like a serpent.

*"The bond has shifted. I remain within."*

The voice was smooth, almost too smooth, like silk sliding across his skin. Klaus backed away from the egg, his body colliding with the wall behind him. His breathing became erratic as he tried to process what was happening. This voice, this presence—it wasn’t Greed, but it wasn’t entirely foreign either.

"What… what do you mean?" Klaus managed to mutter, his voice hoarse.

*"You are marked, Klaus. The rune has chosen you."*

The words sent a shiver down his spine. Klaus glanced down at his palm, the dark rune now visible again as he opened his fist. It pulsed gently, as though it was in sync with the voice, with the presence that had replaced Greed.

"What do you mean chosen? What are you?" he demanded, his voice trembling.

The voice chuckled, the sound low and predatory. *"You thought you were bound to one power. But each fragment has always been more than they seem. Greed was merely the beginning."*

Klaus’s heart raced, fear and confusion mingling together in a storm of emotions. He pressed his back harder against the wall, as if the cold surface could anchor him to reality. "Where is Greed?" he asked, his voice sharper now, more desperate.

The voice hummed softly before responding. *"Dormant. For now."* It paused, as if relishing the tension in the air. *"The runes have awakened, Klaus. Greed’s silence is only temporary. The true power lies within the rune itself, waiting for you to unlock it."*

Klaus’s mind spun. He had spent so long battling to control Greed’s influence, trying to harness its power without letting it consume him. And now, this voice was telling him there was something even darker, even more dangerous, lurking beneath the surface? His hands shook as he stared at the rune, the intricate lines twisting and spiraling in ways that seemed both beautiful and terrifying.

"I never asked for this," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

*"You didn’t need to. The rune chose you, just as you chose the path you now walk."* The voice was calm, almost soothing in its certainty. *"You have felt its power, Klaus. The strength that surges through your veins, the vision it offers. But you have only tasted a fraction of what it can do."*

Klaus clenched his teeth. "I don’t want this power if it means losing myself."

The voice grew quieter, more insidious. *"You fear losing control. But tell me, Klaus—didn’t you feel alive when the runes burned through you? Didn’t you feel the rush of their energy, the freedom that came with it? What you fear is not the power, but your own desire for it."*

Klaus’s breath hitched. The voice wasn’t wrong. There had been a moment—just before the blackout—where the pain had given way to something else. Something that had made him feel more alive than he ever had before. But that feeling terrified him. He had seen what power could do, how it could corrupt even the best of people. And he refused to become a slave to it.

"I won’t let it control me," Klaus whispered, his voice shaking.

The voice laughed softly, as if amused by his resolve. *"We shall see. But know this—the rune is not your enemy. It is a tool. A weapon. One that can make you stronger than you ever imagined."* Read exclusive chapters at empire

Klaus closed his eyes, his mind racing. He needed time to think, to understand what this new presence meant. He needed to find Greed, to restore the balance that had kept him grounded for so long. But deep down, he knew that things had changed. The runes had shifted, and with them, so had his fate.

Taking a deep breath, Klaus pushed himself off the wall. He couldn’t stay here, wallowing in fear and uncertainty. Whatever had happened, he would face it head-on, just as he had faced every other challenge in his life.

With one last glance at the black egg, Klaus turned and left the room. The voice in his mind was silent now, but its presence lingered, like a shadow waiting to emerge. The rune still pulsed in his palm, a dark promise of the power that lay ahead.

And as Klaus stepped into the dawning light, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a far more dangerous journey.