The Primordial Record-Novel

374  Encounters In A Diner

With the state of his present bloodline, Rowan should be able to manufacture a hundred World Seeds per month, and this was while he was still slumbering, by the time he woke up, he would be able to increase its production to a much higher number.

What he needed most of all were all the Attributes he would be able to collect from seeding these worlds.

The last thing he did was free up more authority of his Astrolabe for Eva, it would be needed to deliver his World Seeds to the selected worlds. He had already reviewed the details of the determined worlds in the new galaxy, and he agreed that they were all great choices.

They had sufficient indigenous life and they were not being controlled by any of the local gods, if he could seed enough worlds, by the time he awakened, he would crush all the local gods. With his bloodline, he had no particular need for subordinates, and except he would find a unique god with interesting abilities, he considered every god as fair game and his prey.

As immortal beings every god had lived for an extremely long time, he would be doing the universe a favor by trimming out the excess fat from her body, except for specific situations, he deemed most gods to be useless, and their effects on the universe as a whole had never been positive.

Also, after tasting all the benefits he could collect from the death of a single god, he no longer cared for the souls of mortal beings.

He could feel an intense amount of power growing inside his body with every single moment, collecting Primordial Aether was still a surprise and Rowan kept a small part of it.

The unique power that the Mage World offered interested him a lot, as he felt it would serve his Knowledge Well chambers in unique ways.

Before he slumbered once more, he sent a burst of orders to his Reflection to try all it could to collect as many of those so-called Training Manuals, as he would be analyzing all of them.

He analyzed and made all his decisions in under ten seconds.

Rowan fell into slumber once more.

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Augustus Tiberius sat in a bustling Diner of a world he no longer bothered trying to remember its name. It would just be a variation of the word—dirt. Well with trillions of worlds in the universe, one was bound to run out of good names soon enough.

Still, he knew they were still in Empire-controlled Space. He would have said the fucking Abomination had a death wish, but till this moment, the retaliation of the gods was nowhere in sight.

Augustus was now a shadow of his previous self. His hair was white and patchy, and his face was gaunt, his cheekbone was prominent, and he appeared haggard, and he had aged, deep lines of worry and pain were etched on his face as if it was carved with a knife.

He watched the people around him eating and laughing, their voices carried in the air, and their tiny problems the only headache in their tiny minds.

"Can you believe Carlos is going to be marrying another wife, by the words! This will be his eighty-fifth wife!"

"Yeah… yeah, he is."

"Why do you have a distant look in your eyes, my dear husband, do you envy him?"

"Of course not dear, you are the only woman for me."

"I don't believe you. You do know I had many suitors who wanted my hand in marriage but I chose you."

"Jana, where is this coming from, let me eat in peace woman."

"Oh, I am now just a woman to you…"

For a moment here, Augustus began to envy the Mortals. Was it so bad to live a life as brief as a mayfly yet filled with the bliss of ignorance?

Yet the thought of him envying the mortals caused great rage to form in his chest and he almost choked.

No! They shall all die like ants, their bodies shall be consumed and their marrows sucked clean from their bleached bones, their screams shall reach the heavens, and…

"Here you go sir, please eat while it's still warm."

Augustus stopped his internal rant and his eyes turned to see a smiling girl of maybe fifteen, she had warm bread and broth with a cup of beer on a tray.

"I did not order for that, I have no money with me."

"It's on the house, sir. You looked like you needed a pick-me-up. As my grandma says, a full belly and a calm mind would solve any problem." the girl cheerily replied.

Augustus frowned and then slapped the tray away. "I don't need your fucking pity."

The diner went silent before a couple of burly men stood up, and one of them walked up to Augustus.

"Apologize to the little missus this instant fella and git… Bad-mannered folks like you are not welcomed." One of the big men yelled.

"Fuck off maggots," Augustus growled his temper beginning to rise. His brief moment of jealousy was all but forgotten, he stood up and his height towered over everyone here, the pressure from his body silenced the entire diner and even a child held in the arms of the mother peed his pants and began crying.

Augustus left his table with a growl and walked out of the Diner but he did not go far, he only stayed outside and rested by the wall, as he waited, anytime now the bells of hell would ring and this world would fall.

Why were the gods allowing this monster to consume worlds with no repercussions? Even though he knew the lives of mortals were meaningless to the gods, the Abomination had already encroached far past their bottom line.

He feared that if Lamia fully consumed this world then she would have enough power to no longer hide from the gods and instead, she might settle down. There were already signs of it. After all, her champion already had powers that could stand against a god, and not just any god, but a god of Trion.

That crazy bastard kept Augustus alive, and in every world they consumed he would gather children's books, and he would give them to Augustus to read for him.

It was a unique torture to be reading to an Abomination Champion about rainbows and unicorns and have it giggling and clapping like a child while absently eating an unlucky bastard.

This is all so fucked.