The Primordial Record novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 Clash of Titans (3)

Even the threat of his fading lifespan was easier to bear for at least he could see it, although he ended up misunderstanding the numbers, but at least he survived.

But if he were to grasp something he could not properly comprehend, he would have to make sacrifices and push his mind to perform tasks he had never done before, he had to evolve to become a player as a pawn.

So, he played the game.

Ever played a role so well, you became the thing you played as?

It was an important distinction to note that, while the memory of the prince was still blurry, he was sure there was a reason for that… His own, however, was not.

It could be argued that habits and characters are created from memories, and if you carefully scrutinize the life of the reincarnated Rowan, you would find that he had little reasons to fight for those around him.

At the moments before his transmigration, he had given up on life, the future was a bleak prospect, with nothing on his horizon but endless backbreaking work, and of him dying in a small corner, with his corpse probably left to rot for weeks, before the smell drive people to bury what was left.

He really had such a fatalistic mindset, where he saw no satisfaction in life, but Rowan accepted this part of him. He did not deny his warped worldview or hypocritically claim he was perfect when he was not.

Not only that, but he simply made a list—Called it, The List of Glass. Inside he kept all the sh*t that would break his spirit, he kept all his pains and suffering and just… continued with life.

He had been hurt terribly, physically and emotionally, he had been broken, betrayed, and he just kept it inside the list. Every day, he would arise at the break of dawn and continue with his existence until the sunset.

He did not complain or argue with the card life had dealt him, he had tried that before, and it did not work, complaints only brought him pain, so he just kept carrying on as best as he could, and as far as he knew, it was him against the world, either he breaks or the world does.

His memory returned to the moment he unlocked the Ouroboros Bloodline, the vision of an Empyrean tearing apart a planet, and although he did not admit it then, he suspected it was his world.

The Primordial Record could only create a Record for something intrinsically connected with the life of its host, or in his case, the death of its host.

So, in a manner of speaking, his previous world broke first before Rowan did.

This strange world would not break Rowan, and so, with the tiny snippets of information he gathered, he began building a mental folder of those times when he felt he was not in control of himself, and as his spirit increased it became easier for him to spot and understand those moments.

He played along, and slowly came to become the role he was playing, and he would have fallen off, if not for his weird soul which kept him in balance.

The first time the Third Prince held him, and he began to cry, he had felt the leash around his neck, when he awoke and Maeve told him about the world of Dominators, he had felt the leash tighten, when the infestation of the Abominations started, it tightened again….

When he was given the Axe…

The hopeful cries of the people…

Maeve's care and devotion…

The valiant spirit shown by those who had lost so much…