The Primordial Record

Chapter 808 Limbo

Rowan could barely comprehend the nature of this new earth with his weakened consciousness. It was also the reason he could not stand, the gravitational force of all of reality compressing into this relatively small area would make a black hole resemble a gentle breeze.

A god or an Archmage would not be able to even survive a billionth of a fraction of the gravity of this new earth. Only Rowan\'s supreme physique, borne out of three completed Primordial Bloodline allowed him to exist… Except for him, everyone else was dead, becoming a part of the new earth.

It was no wonder the Primordials did not accept this child, his birth would wipe the slate clean, and whatever dominion they had built over the Eras would be gone. In a single move, he became the most dreadful creature that has ever existed.

It would seem as if his awareness made him aware of what his body was pressed against, and he began to hear their screams. From people, gods, plants, mountains, rivers, stars, black holes… The cries came unending because, in this new earth that was created, even death was no more.

The name of this place came to his consciousness with such a great impact, that it cracked his skull— It was called Limbo.

It preserved the last cries of everything that had ever existed because even memory and silence were dead.

All of his creations, everyone he had ever known, loved, or hated would be gone in the blink of an eye, leaving a reality where only Primordials and Rowan existed, with Limbo below them that was carrying the last cries of everything.

Rowan went insane. But it was only for a short moment. His present state made insanity a warm blanket that he could not hide under for long before the full weight of the deaths crashed upon him again.

Above Limbo where this infant stayed was what Rowan could only describe as nothingness. There was no form or meaning to it, and he was beginning to recognize this place as what existed before even Time was born.

However, the endless vitality emerging from the infant was so terrifying, that a new reality was beginning to be shaped from this nothingness. Was this perhaps a reset?

That endless vitality combined with the nothingness and the cries of Limbo, and something new was being created. This had happened before, but Rowan did not notice it because he was focused on other things.

Rowan knew that this reset was not something simple, whatever reality that would be born from what comes next would be drastically different from what came before.

Perhaps there would be no more universes, gods, or mortals… No more planets or suns, no more life as he recognized it, just something warped into a new form that would be so unrecognizable it would drive the current living beings of this universe mad if they saw it.

Whatever this new reality that was to be created, Rowan instinctively knew that it should not exist. It was just wrong.

The first reality came from nothingness, born from the Primordials, but this one would be born from the death of the previous reality, the cries of Limbo, and the vitality from the infant that was outrageous. This combination would create a reality that was nothing but evil and horror incarnate.

If Rowan could know this, then perhaps the Primordials would understand it more clearly. There was no way they would allow something like this to come to pass.

The battle began once more, and the baby died. He was powerful, but he was too young, and in battles of this level, power did not mean anything. Perhaps the true decider of this conflict was numbers.

If the baby was an eternity, then five primordials against him, were five eternities that could crush his singular eternity.

This reality ended and another one began with the cry of the child. The Primordial Record repeats the future for Rowan to see.

The same thing happened, the baby did not have the chance to heal or grow and he was killed… every time.

Although Rowan tried not to focus on the battle, this was easier said than done. The powers and the concepts used by Primordials were just too advanced, it broke his mind again and again…

The Primordial Record did not stop repeating this failed future where this child was born and was slaughtered, and Rowan suffered the consequences.

Madness after madness assailed him, and even though he could escape if he allowed himself to die just like everyone else, he would be free, but Rowan rejected that path, knowing allowing this body of his to die was conceding to the wishes of the Primordial Record.

This body of his was the only way he could use to fight against the future the Primordial Record wanted.

He held on… Rowan fought for life until he had forgotten the reason why he was fighting… His consciousness should have ended a long time ago, but he held on…

Rowan was grateful for those periods of forgetfulness, even though they did not last.

In the 102,411,234th time the Primordial Record showed him the potential future, it was different, the baby did not fight for survival, he immediately retaliated when he saw the Primordials emerging, and he killed one of them before he was torn to pieces.

Rowan wished he had not heard the death cries of a Primordial. It stayed with him for so long, bringing a discomfort that was indescribable.

In the 504,768,990th time as the Primordial Record repeated the future, he saw another deviation in this one, the baby took the same action of attacking, but this time he ended up not killing any Primordials before he was butchered.

1,003,456,789— killed two Primordials

1,998,774,331— Killed one Primordial

5,339,000,221— killed three Primordials

Even with Rowan\'s seemingly infinite patience, he was getting weary, no matter how many times reality resets, he still lost, his greatest victory came with the deaths of three Primordials, but he still ended up dead in every scenario.

Surviving through all these realities had not been in vain. Rowan\'s mental strength had evolved to a level that he found it had to describe.

If his consciousness had been mist before, now it was diamond. He had grown in suffering like no other, and fear was nothing but a rapidly fading memory.

Rowan gathered his strength and called out to the Primordial Record,

"Why do you show me a future that I inevitably lose? I see no path beyond death in either path you have shown me."