I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 165: Foundations of Home

The lake's reflection was glass-smooth that morning, disturbed only by the gentle swirls of soulwind drifting across the surface. From the high plateau overlooking the valley, the sunrise filtered through crystalline leaves in hues of gold and violet.

Isaac stood at the center of a wide clearing—bare earth beneath his feet, open skies above. The ground here had been chosen deliberately. Not for defense. Not for strategic value.

But because it felt… right.

[World-Integrated Vault – Rank EX]

Mode: Structural Deployment

Template: "Home" — [New Design Initiated]

A soft tremor rippled outward from his feet as the skill responded.

Gridlines of soullight formed over the terrain in a circular radius. Hovering projections of stone, wood, enchanted glass, and memory-etched material shimmered into place—no blueprints required. Isaac simply knew what each piece represented.

He could summon a fortress.

But this wasn't for war.

He breathed in. Focused.

"I want it to feel like a place people can return to."

The system adjusted.

The grid folded inward—and the foundation formed.

—

Lira arrived mid-construction, bouncing down the slope barefoot, hair tousled and eyes bright. "Is this it?" she called, skidding to a stop beside him. "The big base finally starts today?"

"Not a base," Isaac said calmly. "A home."

Her expression softened immediately.

She looked around as floor platforms arranged themselves in concentric layers, archways growing from crystal-bonded stone. "Do I get a room?"

"You get a wing," he said.

She blinked. "You serious?"

"You've earned it."

That was when Sylvalen joined them—elegant as ever, her long silver-platinum hair flowing behind her. She looked over the rising structure with a nod of appreciation. "This design… it's soulful. It doesn't feel like something you found in a ruin."

Isaac smiled faintly. "Because it's not. Every stone here listens."

—

They worked together that day.

Lira insisted on adding a large window in her quarters—one that overlooked the orchard and the lake. She wanted vines crawling up the frame and a sloped roof she could sit on "for dramatic sulking."

Sylvalen requested a personal meditation chamber with soft lighting, hanging chimes, and a mana-pool at its center. She also subtly ensured there was a space for books, research tables, and soulcrafting instruments.

Isaac simply wanted the central space to feel alive. A hearth that never extinguished. Quiet warmth in the walls. A kitchen that summoned stored food directly from the Vault. And an upper loft that opened to the sky.

No one argued.

They simply added, adjusted, and laughed together.

—

As the structure neared completion, Isaac stepped back and looked at it—not with pride, but with peace.

Three floors. Five wings. One heart.

Crafted from soulstone, reinforced timber, and memoryglass. Bathed in soft mana lines. The Worldseed Core accepted the structure fully, weaving it into the terrain without resistance.

This wasn't just a building.

It was a living extension of him.

Sylvalen stood beside him as the finishing glyph sealed. "Do you realize what this is?"

Isaac looked over. "Home."

She nodded. "And also a declaration. That you're not just passing through this world anymore."

Lira flopped onto the grass nearby and stretched. "I'm declaring dibs on the comfy chair. And maybe the west hallway too."

Isaac chuckled. "You're going to decorate it with target dummies and exploding fruit, aren't you?"

"I already uploaded blueprints," she said smugly.

Sylvalen raised a brow. "I'll consider installing a reading garden with no explosions."

Isaac smiled quietly, eyes tracing the balcony of his new world-facing loft. "Good. I want both."

—

That night, they stood on that same balcony beneath the stars. No grand threats. No looming trials.

Just the sound of wind and the crackle of a soulflame fire behind them.

Lira leaned against the railing, her hair glowing softly in the starlight. "We built a place where we can wake up tomorrow and still be safe. That's new."

Sylvalen added softly, "And it won't vanish when the next war calls. Because it's part of you."

Isaac didn't answer.

He didn't need to.

Because in the silence of the soul, something had finally taken root.

And its name was home.