The Primordial Record novel Chapter 2184

Chapter 2184: Think Of It As Giving Birth

In silence, the Incarnations poured energy into him, and Prime began to scream as he forcefully began pulling out the construct from his eyes.

Trillions of runes were pulsing from his two hands and traveling through his fingers into the construct as Prime attacked it with everything he had and everything the Incarnations had to give him.

Every Incarnation here had seen the door to the fifth layer of their Origin, and this meant they had enhanced their essence and energy even though they did not push their way to the fifth layer.

Nevertheless, it made the energy they were pouring into Prime extremely powerful and dense, giving him the strength to be able to enhance his body and knowledge.

With a scream that shook this layer of the Eternal Tower, Prime pulled out everything he had and pulled the construct out of his eye.

The construct extended for more than fifteen feet into his head, wet and slimy, and it was screaming, although there was no sound.

Coiling like a snake, the construct attempted to strike back at Prime, in order to bore back into his head, and he was too weak to block it, but it was a good thing that he was not alone, and the Incarnations froze this construct in the air, its slimy proboscis an inch from his eye.

Prime chuckled and watched with hate as the construct was compressed by the Incarnation and kept aside; all of this would be material for Eos to investigate when the time was right.

From the void in his left eye, a sudden blast of power blasted out of it, and Prime groaned as he braced himself. The pressure of the future had been building behind his head for a long time, and now that the path was open, blasts of power were shooting out of his head, carrying arcs of pale purple lightning that shot out for millions of light-years as multiple shockwaves erupted from his eye, and Prime could no longer hold back his scream of pain.

The hands of the Incarnation pressed down on his shoulder to stop him from shaking himself to death and controlling the pressure inside his head.

What was happening inside Prime was that his entire Origin had been shredded into a million times a second. He held control over the four layers of time, but the fifth layer of time was being pushed through his body.

It was as if he were a six-inch snake being forced to swallow an entire planet. His Origin was stretched and destroyed, and only his incredible regeneration, boosted by every Incarnation here, was keeping him alive.

"Think of it as if you are giving birth," Primordial Laughter whispered in Prime’s ears, and Prime stopped screaming for a moment and shouted, "Fuck You!!! Ahhhh... this hurt."

Primordial Laughter and the rest of the Incarnation rolled their eyes. Prime had always held himself in a dignified manner, and they were glad that he was beginning to emerge from his shell; however, it was a shame that he had to suffer so much for him to reach this place that should have naturally come to him after a while.

The words from Primordial Laughter distracted Prime a bit from the pain, and he endured for hours until a small purple orb flew out of his eye, and Prime collapsed to the ground, utterly spent.

After a while, his recovery ability gave him back his missing eye, and he looked at that purple orb that had expanded to the size of a sun. Prime called it back to him, and it drifted back to him, settling on his palm.

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