The Primordial Record

Rowan did not know if there was Karma or a cosmic sense of balance in reality. Before he would have argued that such a thing was ridiculous, where was cosmic justice when the strong slaughtered the weak in great numbers, where was karma when the blood of the innocent in the hands of an average god or Archmage ran into the billions, where was the divine retribution when for many minor eras, slavery, and other unmentionable atrocities had prevailed over much of reality.

There was none, only one universal rule and that was the strong dictated the flow of reality. From the beginning of time, the strong ruled and suppressed others without consequences. Rowan had also enjoyed this benefit, but now he had begun to wonder… was anyone ever free of consequences? Were there certain unknown invisible rules bounding all of existence that strive for a balance amongst all things?

If something like that existed, how would they bound a rule breaker like him?

His Berserker Technique was largely useless to Rowan at his present level, yet his Berserker Cloning ability that was born from this technique had managed to create beings that had souls, even weak mortal creatures without thoughts or power had souls, why did his Mother fail to develop one?

His mother was not young, she had lived for many Eras, there was time for her to develop a soul, but she had not. This could not be a weakness of Elura's power, for even a mortal could effortlessly gain a soul, how much a weaver of Aetheriul like his mother?

There was nothing in the bloodline of Miracles that had the power over souls and Elura could not control which of her creations could gain a soul. Not all sapient creatures had souls, but a majority of them did, and for the majority of those in reality it was impossible to know what created souls inside of a sapient being, Rowan sturdy of the soul was among one of the greatest in Reality already and even he was sometimes stumped.

Was there something with such an overall grasp of reality that in order to cause him pain had held back his mother the ability to gain a soul?

Anyone who could do such a thing must have had power that was at least at the levels of a Primordial. The power levels of those at the Primordial Level were mostly shrouded in fog, even till this moment, Rowan could not tell how many Primordials were in existence, were they five, seven, or more? Were there other beings like the Primordial Ouroboros with power equal to Primordials that were hidden from reality?

There had to be, if there was a second Singularity, anything was possible.

Rowan sighed, all of these speculations could turn out to be useless, perhaps he was just decrying one bad day after a thousand years of good ones, yet he could not deny that there were certain patterns that he had begun to detect after living for a while.

Despite all his powers, his growth had not been smooth, there were certain… setbacks that despite his influence over luck had still blocked his path. His thousand-year wish could not give his mother a soul, perhaps his impossible wish could do so, but a minor era would have to pass before that happened, that was still too distant in the future.

One of his consciousness pillars brought out a line of thought that he had placed to the side. Nemesis Stones, and its lesser variant Nemesis Slates.

Rowan first came across the Nemesis Slates when in Jarkarr, a Transcendental treasure that records the number of beings an individual has killed. It was an interesting treasure, but it was not that compelling, its powers were nothing but a gimmick, at least that was what he had thought before he learned of the Nemesis Stones.

For a higher dimensional power to gain access to a lower dimension like a universe, they needed to gain access to a Nemesis Stone linked to the universe. Without a Nemesis Stone, they could not propagate their bloodlines in the lower universe.

This restricted the higher dimensional powers to flood a universe with their bloodlines and influences, but perhaps there were other silent purposes to these Nemesis Stones that were not advertised.

Was there a higher variant of the Nemesis Stone, and if that was the case, what did it govern, all of reality?

Nemesis in itself was an interesting word, it meant many things, none of them good. The inescapable agent of someone's or something's downfall. An Archenemy…

Could Nemesis exist? If it did then why was there not much mention of it? I need more information on this subject, Rowan ultimately decided.

He knew that every mortal he had killed, every life he had cut short was not truly gone, others may see him as a monster, but he was just harvesting soul energy from the dead, their Soul Origin was safe, free to reincarnate a new soul in the present or later in the future, in a weird manner, Soul Origin equaled the playing board, giving all the chance to be immortal.

He did not know if there was a limit to how much Soul Energy could be created by an individual's Soul Origin, but it was most likely nearly infinite, so given enough reincarnation, an individual would be able to become Immortal, but it was a shame that none of them were usually aware of their past lives.

Knowing that he was distracting himself with these thoughts Rowan straightened himself, sorrow would not help him, his mother was gone, and without a soul, there was nothing he could do to save her. Or was that the truth? He had many methods he could use now and in the future.

A weird flame went alight in his heart and he suppressed the urge to look into those lines of thought, it was almost heretical, and even if he wanted to pursue it, he would need more power than he had at this time, which should not take long the way things were going, he had completed his foundations and nothing was holding him back from pushing for higher dimensions and finally challenging the true rulers of reality, even Nemesis itself if it existed, which it most likely did.

He had already completed the Nine Supreme Circle's manifestation, which meant he was technically at the 9th Supreme Circle, just as he had wished to do when he began his journey into the Land of Miracles, the only thing he needed to do was to activate and complete it.

At that time, his three Primordial Bloodlines would technically reach their limits, and his only path forward would be to climb the dimensions. The power that he would control when his nine circles were completed would put his present body to shame, plus all the techniques and abilities he would unlock.

It would almost be hard to define how much stronger he could become by then, and he had everything he needed to complete his entire Supreme Circle in a moment. Placing him in the same ranks as God Emperors, Demon Kings, and Tower Masters.

Rowan did not care how others would have gone about activating and completing each of their Supreme Circles, for him it was easy, he had the Primordial Record and Soul Energy.