The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1512

Inside the time-dilation environment imposed by the Tower of Greed, time seemed to have no meaning as Rowan spent ten million years sending out his forces and observing the movements of the Primordials.

His time in the Nothingness and the many experiences he had in a time-dilating environment, where he spent many billions of years in various states, bolstered his mind to become used to the endless tides of time.

Rowan had sat here for millions of years, and he would still sit for millions more to come.

He watched and learned tactics, positioning, and the right methods to apply his forces against foes across multiple dimensions, and he tried not to think about the stupendous number of soul crystals that had been spent by him in all these years in order to keep this process running at its optimal direction. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

It was a good thing that the chaos and slaughter ongoing in reality was nearly matchless since the beginning of the Supreme Era and he could barely afford to keep the lights running as time streamed through his fingers.

His internal clock reminded him that a day had passed in Reality and Rowan felt that he had prepared enough, ten million years for a single day was a great exchange, there was no more he could achieve even if he had more time and so he unleashed his forces upon Reality.

The depths and breadth of Rowan's mind had grown, reaching levels that would make the previous him resemble a dull baboon rubbing two sticks together. His growth as a living dimension meant his mind did not have any constraint that bound every living thing inside of Reality, he had no limits to his growth and he had never stopped his development, not for a single moment.

From the moment he opened his eyes inside Trion and seized the broken remnants of the Primordial Record inside his shattered soul, his growth had never stopped and everything culminated into this moment where he was standing against the most powerful forces in all of Reality.

Rowan no longer needed luck to predict what would occur if given trillions of random events simultaneously ongoing in a single space, and was told to find the optimal outcome, his mind had transcended the universal level and became multidimensional and after watching the forces of the Primordials for ten million years, he used all his acumen, devoting it to this battle.

The events that transpired nearly broke his mind, but he did not stop his actions, despite the ridiculous nature of what he was doing, he was unavoidably growing.

A single day passed in Reality, yet inside this room another ten million years had passed, and the war came to an end. Rowan sighed and collapsed on his chair, looked in the air and he chuckled,

"Why did I expect any other outcome?"

All of his advantages, all of his brilliance, everything was placed on the line and he… lost.

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