The Primordial Record

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Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 11/33,000

Strength :110/ 3170

Agility :107/ 3089

Constitution : 550/4948

Spirit :585.8

Class: None

Title: Plane walker, Chaos Blood

Aspect : Spatial Sight (Tier 3)

Berserker (Tier 1)

Skills:

Enrage (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Vortex (Level 10— Mortal State Completed

Bash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Dash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Smash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Combo Attack (Level 10— Mortal State Completed)

Flesh Light — Level 2

Bone Fire — Level 2

Passive : Decipher language (complete), Ice–Fire soul (level 6)

Records:

FIVE [CHAOS BLOOD]- level 2 [11,180/15,000]

REAVER – level 0 [0/5000]

Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine [5/5]

Chaos World Engine [Minor]

Engine One – 865,225,788/1,000,000,000

Engine Two – 1,897,645/1,000,000,000

Engine Three–458,001,876/1,000,000,000

Engine Four – 1,767,665/1,000,000,000

Engine Five – 0/1,000,000,000

Rift Rule: Absolute Body [Locked]

Incarnation Path Unlocked

Path: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]

Path Skill Gained :

World Soul Manipulation [Locked]

World Recreation [Locked]

World Merging [Locked]

Condemned: Flesh of Madness (Suppressed)

Soul Point : 80.5563

Remark: Nascent Titan

He had left the Nexus with only ten Soul Points, but now he had 80 Soul Points, and he did not think he had been asleep for an extremely long time. Remembering the screams and the monster his body brought, he knew conflicts waited ahead.

He was sure he was only out for only an hour, yet he had gathered these many points, although he was not sure whether he could assign all the blame to his curse, he was sure it was still a major part of it.

Although he was at the Legendary State, his Attributes were at the Incarnation level, and his unique constitution made his physique far superior to the normal Incarnation State Dominators.

The Attributes for each state were easy to demarcate. Mortals fall between 0–10, so the limit a mortal could raise any attributes was 10 points, anymore and their power would consume them, death or mutation was the result.

Legendary Attributes fall between 10–100, there were rumors of extreme Legendary beings with attributes as high as 150 points, but those were considered monsters and outliers. Yet, Rowan’s lowest attribute—Spirit, was five times that amount.

Rift State Dominators had attributes that fall within 100–1,000 points, Dominators in this State became compelling because in addition to their stats, there was also the Mental Space they now had was able to supercharge their techniques.

Incarnation State Dominators Attributes were between 1,000–10,000. These were monsters, but Rowan had shredded through General Augustus with the help of Envy, although there were many reasons why the General was not at his peak form as he was utilizing a lesser pathway, it was an unquestionable fact that at the Legendary State Rowans ability was at the peak of the first Circle—Incarnation.

That was even without the help of his most powerful weapons, the Ouroboros Serpents, in the Legendary State, their Attributes should be far higher than his own, as with every growth in his bloodline, their abilities grew far more than his own.

His Attributes had recovered a little. Rowan understood his recovery ability was astonishing, and with sufficient time, his body would naturally cleanse itself of this curse, but it would seem that to a creature that had an extremely long lifespan like him, he was always lacking a lot of it.

Yet, what surprised him was the Energy value of the first Ouroboros Serpent, it had far surpassed the rest of the Serpents and had nearly completed the one billion energy value required to make the first world engine.

The Third Ouroboros Serpent Energy value was to be expected, as it had almost eaten everything inside the Nexus, and except for small remnants, the Nexus had been picked clean.

What did the first serpent eat? A quick memory search revealed the reason. It was inside the lake! Rowan had sent this Serpent to eat the bones blazing with energy, especially a single corpse that was at the very bottom.

He had done it, without putting much thought into it, he only wanted to deprive Lamia of any advantages those bones might give her, as he did not forget that she might be his enemy, turns out he had been right on all counts.

But, he had picked the jackpot and Rowan was sure that only that single corpse was responsible for ninety-nine percent of the Energy gathered by the first serpent, whatever that being was before, it must have been truly powerful, for its corpse alone had nearly completed the Minor Chaos Engine.

If Lamia could hold such a corpse with her, then he would need to reconsider the threat she poses, and scale her up to the same level of danger his father and the Order of the Broken Eyes possess.

Rowan touched his chest. He no longer had any heartbeat, there was only a slight thrumming that emerges from his body, and you would have to listen very closely to hear it. It was the long-drawn in breath of his Serpents.

From the moment of their birth, his Ouroboros Serpents had never breathed out, they always inhaled.

He missed his babies, if he had the full range of his powers, none of those monsters born from his blood would be alive right now, they would be nothing but Energy for them.

The Ouroboros Serpents had evolved once more, with wicked long spikes that glittered like diamonds running down their spine. They slept while providing his body with sustenance to keep the Flesh of Madness in check, but he could sense their unrest and anger.

He mentally assured them that soon, they shall be free once more.

He closed his page, which was the seventh and turned to the sixth page, what he first saw remained the same. A quill and a bowl.

He did not know what bird the quill feather was from, but it was black with silvery veins that decorated it, the tip was slanted and sharp.

The bowl was an earthen bowl that had the same coloring as the quill feather, and it was currently empty.

The title of the page was as interesting as it was confusing. It read: Origin.

Rowan attempted to pick up the quill, maybe drag it out of the page, but he could not.

There was no description of its uses or purpose, and he had no time to experiment with this new function. If its use was not readily apparent to him, he would have to forfeit whatever utility it might have.

He was at war, and he needed every available weapon in his arsenal, but he did not have any clue on how to use the current page. Possibly, the fifth page would hold the process.

Rowan began to lift the page mentally, but it was stuck because it was very heavy, after straining for a while, he felt a mental chiding from the Primordial Record and understood that he was still too weak to use more than his page at the moment.

You little tease. Rowan smirked, so it’s look, but don’t touch, eh.

This new find made it all the more important to move at speed. His enemies had methods to carve out pieces of the Primordial Record, no doubt they had studied the Singularity for a long, and something about him being able to fuse with it, gave them the opening to plunder portions of the Primordial Record and influence it.

His Aether had sufficiently recovered, and he focused on his Flesh Light Rune, he pushed Aether into the Rune, while visualizing a robe around his body. Rowan’s body was immediately enveloped by red flames, before it expanded rapidly, and he lost control of it.

The ledge and a considerable amount of snow were simply melted away, and Rowan found himself in free-fall, his body bounced off against the side of the mountain and pushed him farther away from it.