The Primordial Record

Chapter 1580: Gate Of Madness (3)

Rowan did not fully understand a Primordials’ mindset, but he could grasp a bit of their motivation, and he knew that at the center of it was power or something that was extremely close to it.

As ninth-dimensional entities, they had the right to call everything but themselves mortal because only ninth-dimensional beings were truly immortal. They had transcended the concept of life and death, and such a state as weakness or decay was alien to them; they were essentially perfect.

It was a mystery where perfect beings such as them would still possess the hunger to consume Reality or contain the depraved desires of Chaos. Did Reality corrupt these beings, or were they always like this?

Technically, without reaching the ninth-dimensional level, Rowan could make himself immortal by creating worlds and then seeding them with his Intent.

His talents made such a loophole possible, and he could essentially create infinite worlds and seed them with his intent. This was simply one method he could use. He still had many ways to extend his lifespan infinitely, from spells to using his Origin Land as the base of his soul. He would never have to fear the touch of death, but that did not mean that he was equal to the Primordial when it came to the issue of true immortality.

Many things could shape an entity’s mindset, and Rowan could not tell what sort of environment Limbo was that could foster creatures as powerful as Primordials. It was one that should be extremely strange, and he feared that he might never know the answer to this question unless he was able to enter Limbo.

Primordial Chaos seemed to be an entity that never knew the concepts of life and all the intricacies that came with it before he came to Reality, but whatever he had found here had twisted the mind of this being; he was like a drug-addicted sociopath with no inhibitions and his cravings taken beyond the maximum level. His appetites were insatiable, and Rowan wondered if the cause of this was because of the concepts that had been stolen from Reality, distorting their minds because they were trapped inside of it, or if the original body of this Primordial was equally twisted.

Rowan could handle hate, even stupidity, but craziness was a different ballpark. This Primordial could do something unexpected at any moment, and he would not be able to anticipate it or create a suitable response.

Regret flooded his mind; Rowan felt he had already picked the wrong candidate to ally with. However, he quickly pushed aside this mindset. Even a single leg of an elephant was bigger than an entire mosquito, and Primordial Chaos was his only option for now. His other choice was still a bit… unreliable.

He should not be bothered that Primordial Chaos was insane; what matters is how he could properly manage their relationship until both of them descended into battle.

Rowan knew that Primordial Chaos could not wait to consume him instantly. Still, something held him back, and no matter how he tried to sugarcoat it, the insanity of this Primordial was not enough to distract Chaos from his ultimate prize, and Rowan believed that the award must be the soul of Reality.

This competition was far more fierce than was let on the surface, and no matter what he was, this was a prize that no Primordial would ever give up. Rowan’s only problem was that he did not know the importance of this unknown power to the Primordials. He could speculate, but he could never be sure that he had the correct answer, and this could throw off his entire plan.

Rowan let nothing show on his face or demeanor as the mouth of Primordial Chaos that lacked lips came close to his ears. Rowan ignored unearthly buzzing and crunching sounds arising from the countless monstrosities eating this Primordial as he listened to his voice, which was barely above a whisper,

“It is a shame that you were not born earlier, when this Reality was young; then you would have seen so many truths, and your unique Will would have reached levels that may have reached the Primordial level. There were others then, but they wasted this chance. In those days, we did not have much of a choice, you see; in order to draw the eyes of the inhabitants of Reality, we had to reveal a lot to them. Except for one, none were worthy of this gift.”

Rowan knew that the words of Primordial Chaos were two-sided. Knowledge was fine and good, but too much of it, or if it was too high level, would simply lead to corruption. If he was born at the beginning of Reality, he doubted he would have all the tools he needed to comprehend what a Primordial would show him fully.

Everything that he was now was built on a foundation of relentless refinement, where his wisdom and acumen grew with experience. He had evolved from a mortal all the way to an Origin being, and Rowan doubted he would have his sanity intact if he had instantly become an Origin Being the moment he transmigrated into the body of Rowan Kuranes and fused with his soul.

Knowing how duplicitous these entities were, they would have shown him the truth without holding back when they fully realized that the truth would not set him free; instead, it would place chains on his shoulders, and his Will would be empty, easily crushed under the weight of entities who fully comprehended the ninth dimension.

However, what Primordial Chaos had just said had unwillingly solidified one of Rowan’s pressing assumptions about the past.

He knew that the Primordials were invaders in Reality, but he did not know if there was any sort of life inside of Reality before the Primordials came or if all life was fostered by them. There was a Primordial Life and a Primordial Soul, who was to say that all life did not come from them.

This was a simple distinction, but it was incredibly important for Rowan. If the Primordials created all life, then it meant that Rowan’s task ahead could no longer be achieved. It did not matter how much he struggled in the future because everything he could be was already known and enforced by the Primordials. Like a fish wishing it could fly, it would not matter how big he grew; without wings, he would never touch the sky.

Only a power fully outside their control could create any sort of chance for him, meaning that they could manipulate life inside of Reality but could not change its intrinsic quality. To weaken Reality, they could clip the wings from a bird, but as long as the bird was meant to fly, there was a chance it would regrow its feathers.

This was Rowan’s hope.

All of these thoughts flashed through his mind as Primordial Chaos continued speaking. Rowan thought he could barely discern a hint of glee within his tone, but that could be from the enjoyment of experiencing all of the pain flooding his body,

“Yet, of the many truths we showed them,” Primordial Chaos said, “what I am about to tell you now is not known to any of the first inhabitants of Reality because they were not worthy of knowing this truth. I believe the word to accurately judge their character would be naivety.”

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