Reborn in the Survival Adventure Game-Chapter 42: Town Hall and Paper

Morning light spilled over the village, warming the roofs and trees. Caelen stood in front of his house, arms crossed, eyes focused on the clearing near the farms. That's where the new project would begin.

He had been thinking about it for a while now. A town hall. A proper place for meetings, plans, and even just sitting together during rainy days. It would make their village feel more real. More official. And with the golems and his magic, it was finally possible.

He turned and called the stone golems. They marched over slowly, solid and quiet.

"Time to get to work," Caelen said, pointing to the trees. "[Command: Chop trees.]"

The golems walked off toward the forest without hesitation. Zira and the kids followed to help carry the logs. They couldn't cut trees like the golems, but they could gather branches, stack wood, and direct where the golems dropped it.

Caelen turned to Garin. "We're on brick duty."

"Good," Garin said, rolling up his sleeves. "I like smashing rocks."

Caelen grinned, then crouched down and pressed his palms against the ground.

[Earth Magic: Create Stone Bricks]

Chunks of stone rose up and neatly shaped into bricks. One after another, they formed quickly, stacking beside him in even piles. Garin grabbed them and began lining them up, shaping the base of the future building.

By noon, the golems returned, arms full of logs. Zira and the kids followed, sweaty but smiling. Everyone took a short break under the shade, drinking water and sharing a small lunch of roasted vegetables and dried meat. Spirits were high.

After the break, they started the frame of the town hall. Wooden beams were placed and nailed together. Zira worked skillfully, moving fast despite the heat. The kids passed nails and small tools, their eyes wide with excitement.

By sunset, the base was ready, and the wooden frame was standing. It wasn't much yet, but it was a beginning.

Day 1 – 20% done.

The next morning, they got right back to work. Caelen made more bricks with magic while Garin mixed clay to hold them together. Zira reinforced the beams and checked for weak spots. The kids painted little signs and helped organize tools.

By afternoon, the walls were halfway up. Zira stood on a wooden ladder, hammering nails while Caelen passed up beams from below.

"You're getting fast," she said, glancing down at him with a smirk.

"Blame the golems. They set the pace," Caelen joked.

She laughed, and for a moment, it felt less like work and more like fun.

Day 2 – 50% done.

On the third day, they started the roof. The kids brought up shingles, and Caelen worked alongside Zira and Garin to place them. The building finally looked like a real structure.

The golems helped lift heavy logs. Their strength saved hours of work.

By the end of the day, the town hall had walls, a doorframe, and most of a roof. It was almost complete.

Day 3 – 80% done.

On the fourth day, they added final touches. Zira carved simple patterns into the doorway. Caelen built a wide front step out of flat stone. Garin made a sign from old wood: "Town Hall" in clear letters.

By evening, it stood tall and proud in the center of the village. Their biggest building yet.

Day 4 – Town Hall Complete.

Everyone clapped and cheered. Even the golems stood by the doors like guards. The kids ran inside, spinning in circles on the wooden floor. It echoed with laughter.

Caelen looked at their work with a deep sense of pride. "We really did it."

Garin nodded. "Looks better than I imagined."

Zira crossed her arms and smiled at Caelen. "You're turning into a real village chief."

He blinked. "Huh?"

"Don't worry about it," she said, looking away quickly.

Later that day, after the excitement settled, Caelen sat on a wooden bench beside his house. He watched Garin play with the kids, showing them how to chop onions without crying.

He had another idea.

"I want to make a gift for Garin," Caelen said aloud.

Zira, nearby, tilted her head. "What kind of gift?"

"A cooking book. Something to write recipes in."

She smiled. "He'll love that."

Caelen nodded and opened his screen.

[Google: How to make paper]

The answer came quickly:

Step 1: Break wood into pulp

Step 2: Soak pulp in water

Step 3: Spread pulp on a screen

Step 4: Let it dry in the sun

He gathered soft wood pieces and crushed them using a big stone. It took a while, but he finally had a rough pulp. He soaked it in water for an hour, then used a flat board with holes to spread the wet pulp. Under the sun, the pulp dried into thin, uneven paper.

Not perfect, but usable.

He made a few sheets and bound them together with thread.

"Garin!" he called.

Garin ran over. "What is it?"

Caelen handed him the paper book. "For your recipes."

Garin stared, wide-eyed. "You made this?"

Caelen nodded. "Yeah. Now you can write them down."

Garin held the book like it was treasure. "Thank you... This is amazing!"

He hugged it close and smiled so wide it almost reached his ears.

Zira watched from behind. "You're good at this," she said softly.

"At what?"

"Making people happy."

Caelen rubbed the back of his neck, a bit flustered. "I just... do what I can."

She smiled. "And that's why it works."

They stood side by side as the sun lowered behind the hills.

Their village was growing. One building, one meal, one book at a time.