The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 326 These Voices In My Mind...

Eva picked up another Tome, the one she used as her diary, and she began to write:

The First Year of the Creator Slumber.

Current population and Distribution:

Mortals: 20,124 [Male 9,980. Female 10,144.]

There have been 145 childbirths this year, and due to my intervention they possess a higher capacity for processing Aether by 0.8 percent, with further enhancement via selective breeding and Aetheric infusion in the works. In three generations, a suitable result is expected.

Plan for Energy Absorption Bloodline can be found in ARC–4456.

Profession: Due to limited lifespan, spirit and weak physique, mortals are not suitable for battle, reconnaissance, or resource gathering and management without investing a disproportionate amount of resources for little benefits; however, the bonding plan is a great reason to enhance the mortals as the results should be a unique combination that require further research.

A thousand of the mortals have been selected as Scribes, which are responsible to managing two percent of the information I evaluate. This vocation of Scribe was created to be used as a reward to bolster the devotion of the people, and not for operational efficiency.

The rest have been tasked to building a home for themselves, and they intend to construct a city in your name, it will be completed without any assistance from angels and with the plans, they drew up, it would take them twenty-four generations to achieve it, but the task fills them with drive and ambition, and they all do this for the chance of your praise and a way to give back.

I intend to monitor the performance of each generation and select specific mortals for the varied profession I am drawing up.

I have noted that being exposed to issues on the galactic level tends to leave the Scribes in a state similar to that of fanaticism, as the scale and reach of your power humbles them all. This was an unintended benefit, but not a desirable trait for Scribes, but such a world view would be slowly weeded away in time.

With the equal balance of elements in Erohim Palace and the massive amounts of Aether your presence generates as you draw them into you, sustenance is not an issue for them as plants develop hundreds of times faster, and the store houses were filled within eight months.

Various domesticated animals have been gathered from all the nearest worlds, solving the needs for balanced dietary concerns for the mortals.

A plan for breeding of Dreadbeast is underway, but it has seen little progress, for the Mortals are still too weak to handle such faculties.

They have all proceeded to worship you under the name of Erohim, I decided not to discourage them from this notion to breed a deeper level of bond between them and you, and if you are to be seeding thousands of worlds, then you will become a figure with a thousand name and faces, they would serve as a valuable sample to understand the relationships between mortals and gods, and so far, the results have been promising.

Except for elite members of the population in each planet selected, you shall be a god known by a million names, at least until you achieve total omnipotence.

Your handmaiden Diane has been showing promising potential, and I would be moving her to higher positions of Authority.

Angels:

Population and Distribution: 84

Potential Sovereign: 2

Potential Archangels: 53

Potential Angels: 29

As the arms of the Creator, their foremost task is to find suitable worlds, and at this time, 56 Suitable Minor Worlds have been located in the Cerulean Galaxy, far from any known powers.

The planet contains indigenous populations with potential, that are listed in detail in ATC-1223. At this time, there is no effort to make contact with the single Major Power in this galaxy, as the big push to infiltrate the world would begin in the Third Year, but first it is necessary to secure at least three thousand worlds before the Creator's awakening.

Contact with local gods has not been initiated, but intense studies of their abilities are under way, this report can be found in GOB–2211, but initial assessment is most local gods are far weaker than the gods of Trion, which should be expected, for the gods of Trion should have abilities related to Empyrean Bloodline, the reason for their push to become a Supreme World is now clear.

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These voices in my mind…

Driving me mad…

Does a reflection in the mirror know it is fake? If that reflection can think, does it now truly exist as it own being and not a shadow that can be dispelled with a little light?

When the Runes the Third Prince used to investigate Trion while searching for souls touched Rowan whose control over the realm of Soul was absolute, it allowed him to touch a part of the Third Prince's mind.

It was a tiny part, barely a fraction of a fraction of a fraction, but it showed him the beginning.

At first, he was confused at what he saw, he only knew that it was old, but his encounter with his mother made him understand certain truths, and when he reviewed the memory in his mind once more, he understood it a little more.

The way it began was strange.

He saw a nothingness that existed for an impossible length of time, then there was a voice, "BE." and then, there was a spark.

Light bloomed and countless worlds and stars were born, and some worlds were so large they gathered up all the surrounding worlds and consumed them. A universe was born, and it was like a baby with its cries blasting out into the unknown, pushing away the nothingness to distant reaches.

But outside of all this was a feeling of a hand grasping for something, even during the nothingness, it was grasping, like a hand trying to catch light in his palm.

For countless years beyond reason this hand grasped and caught nothing, even until every light faded from the universe, even until turning to darkness the hand still grasped.

The cycle repeated itself, and as the universe turned to nothingness, the hand waited, and then a new universe was born, and the hand grasped and released. This universe died and another began, and so it went on.