The Primordial Record

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Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 11/33,000

Strength : 716.7

Agility : 715.9

Constitution : 1100

Spirit : 280.7

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)

Passive : Decipher language (complete), Icy soul (level 4)

Records:

[CHAOS BLOOD]- level 1 [0/10,000]

REAVER – level 0 [0/5000]

Legendary Skill Gained: Chaos World Engine [3/3]

World Seed Level: Minor World

Chaos World seed Charge:

Seed One – 313,876/1,000,000,000

Seed Two – 308,776/1,000,000,000

Seed Three–765,665/1,000,000,000

Rift Rule Gained: Absolute Body [Locked]

Incarnation Path Unlocked

Path Gained: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]

Active Skill Gained :

World Soul Manipulation [Locked]

World Recreation [Locked]

World Merging [Locked]

Aspect Upgrade: Spatial Sight [(Tier 3) Spirit +50]

Bloodline Upgrade: Soul Reaver

Passive Skill Upgrade : Icy Soul → Ice-Fire Soul [(Level 6) Spirit +150]

Soul Point :1458.4532

Remark: Nascent Titan

Rowan doubted it was less than twenty-four hours since he left for that world, and he had obtained a transformation beyond his wildest dreams.

There was so much information on his updated status, that he did not even know where to start from, but seeing the many zeros beside his lifespan made him grin so widely he did not doubt that he resembled a clown.

What does it mean to have thirty-three thousand years of life, if he uses the historical events of his previous life as a time frame, that meant that he could have eaten with the Pharaohs, had a chat with Gilgamesh in ancient Mesopotamia, watched every rise and fall of human civilization, and he would be barely middle-aged.

He could watch the very mountain corrode into sand, and the years for him would have the importance of minutes.

What would such a life span mean for someone like him, who, combining his two lives barely lived a grand total of sixty years.

Going from Zero to tens of thousands in a few short moments was jarring, and his mind was numb trying to imagine the sheer scale of such a number.

He solely doubted any Dominator in this world had such an exaggerated lifespan at the legendary state, even Rift State or Incarnation State Dominators would be floored by his lifespan.

Theoretically, if he kept growing stronger, then his lifespan would turn every single enemy he is currently having to dust, he could just take a nap for tens of thousands of years. The surface world would have changed, ten times over.

"But my enemies are not just fragile Dominators, are they? Just the same way the Dominators are slowly becoming ants before my might, I am less than an ant before the Primordial keepers."

He tempered his excitement, this might seem like an extremely long time to him, but with the timescale of the truly powerful it was nothing, his mind was still too fixated on his mortal life, and gathering truly universal powers would take an extremely long time.

He pushed his focus to the rest of his Attributes, his mind working the numbers with surprising ease, as his enhanced Spirit made his thought flow to be smooth.

Agility made his perception of time to be extremely slow, and gave him more time to think with every passing seconds.

His Stats were expected, as he had calculated how much he would gain from reaching the Legendary State. His Constitution had surpassed the Rift State and was now in the realm of Incarnation!

Rowans Spirit growth never failed to surprise him, as it was an attribute he had never actively cultivated, but it’s uses to him were invaluable, perhaps it was because he used those skills involving Spirit far beyond their capabilities that they grew extremely fast.

He now saw a slight disadvantage concerning his ever-growing physique, that is he may never get to push his physical skills to the limit because he was too powerful.

What was the use of learning all the intricacies of waving around a sword, when a simple punch from you can level mountains?

Rowan slapped that silly thought away from his mind, he just fled from a being who could have turned him to dust. Disregarding his lifespan, if he was trapped by that creature and repeatedly killed, in due time, he would die a true death.

He sighed, aware that he was trying to run, when he should be walking, he should not be so eager to test himself against foes like that, but with his potential, he would inevitably get to that level.

From the interface of the Primordial Record, it was clear that skills could grow, and its might could exceed his imagination, with the right skills, it might be possible to fight someone far above your level.

Rowan was determined not to become lax in his journey towards power, he would use every available tool he had, until he had crushed all his enemies to dust.

He was aware that his seven-foot frame was just a facade, it held within, a boundless growing mountain, his Strength, and Agility dwarfed his previous self by a significant amount, and the world had now become extremely fragile to him.

If he were to live comfortably, he would have to build his home out of Adamantine or something similar.

The thought of that brought him joy, to be able to live and discover what this world had to offer him, to slowly learn and build, he wished for such a life, but not yet.

Not much time had passed since he awoke in this world, but the events that had occurred around him were branded into his mind.

He could still vividly see every laughter, he could still feel the goodwill of the souls who gave him everything, how could he look their children in the eyes without doing his possible best to tear down all those who caused them pain.

His blood began to boil, and the snakes were stirring, they were creatures with primal intensities. They held no fear or doubts, and they were relentless.

He calmed himself, everything would fall in its time, whatever experiment they performed on him, he doubted they understood what he had become.

The presence of a transmigrated soul brought about an intense shift in whatever laid down plan they had, that it would be impossible for them to correct them.

He had a new Title—Chaos Blood. Rowan wanted to find out the meaning via the Primordial Record, but it came out blank. Could the Record not access the meaning of this Title?

That was surprising, he had assigned a mantle of omniscience on the Primordial Record, but it seems there were some things it could not even access.

Rowan would like to think it was because he might be limiting this enigmatic black book in some manner.

Apparently, the Ascension to the Legendary State came with many unknown factors, and the most likely cause was the Legendary Ability that came from his bloodline.

He had a new title, and somehow all his pathways until the Incarnation state had been unlocked. He tried accessing the locked abilities, to see if he could glean their meaning, but he could not.

With his previous knowledge, he thought you had to select new bloodline abilities every time you broke through a state. But it seems like the ability he got from his bloodline was so powerful he could only utilize part of it in each state.

What sort of ability could be that powerful?

It pushed every successive abilities he might ever have to the side, it appeared to be powerful though, so he had no problems with the ability for now.

He had two box, he had yet to check, his Legendary skill and his Soul Seizer Bloodline upgrade. He still felt great apprehension from this skill, even though it was the true fuel behind his bloodline growth.