The Primordial Record novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Archimedes

He quickly scrutinized the surrounding mountain face, and seeing a particularly large crevice, used his telekinesis to push himself towards it, and landed without any issues.

He sighed a little in frustration, even though he was in a hurry, it should not mean he should be careless, he did not know how far the flash of light or the explosion carried, although it was very brief, he was out in the open.

Giving himself the mental equivalent of a slap, he turned towards the mountain walls and opened his Mental Space once more, instead of pushing tons of Aether into the Rune, he tried to hold back.

Rowan had noticed a bad habit of his, due to his unlimited stamina and essence, he never had to consider his expenditure, that would have to change for now, as he guessed control over his powers would become more necessary the stronger he becomes.

If he lacks control, he would be nothing but a rampaging cataclysm. His rate of growth was too fast, and if he did not learn proper control, the thought of the destruction he would be capable of would be nightmarish.

A small example of what he was capable of should be currently happening, he was sure if any other being had been cursed with the Flesh of Madness they would be dead by now, but he did not die, and his body had spawned monstrous creatures beyond number.

A Dominator that had developed their bodies to his level over the course of decades or centuries would have better control over their physique than he could.

If he had proper control over his body, he should be able to properly suppress the Flesh of Madness. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step, he was willing to start the journey of proper control of his powers.

Creating a red flame on his left hand with only a part of his physical essence, even with only that minor expenditure, his body began to squirm, as if there were countless snakes under his skin.

He waited for a while, and after he was sure he had the curse under control, he began melting his way through the mountain, and in a short while, he had created a wide cave about thirty feet across, he blazed his way deeper, and after about fifty meters in depth, he stopped. This should be good enough.

He could experiment with his powers without being too flashy with it. Not attracting attention was a priority. Before freeing himself from the curse, he must be low-key.

Rowan scrutinized the cave he had just made. The red flames had melted the rocks smoothly, and the cave looked like the insides of a ceramic bowl. He was not concerned if the air circulation down here was bad, for he was sure his flames did not need oxygen to burn.

Rowan sat down cross-legged and entered his Mental Space, deciding properly to understand its properties, before making reckless attempts.

He did not know how the Mental Space of others would resemble, but he was sure he was the only one who had a giant blank face. The face resembled a gray petrified stone, and if his Mental Space was supposed to be the size of a small pool, the Petrified face had stretched the Mental Space until it was the size of a lake.

His body must be doing many things to keep his mental and physical state in one piece, else he did not know how he was even surviving.

He looked around the Mental Space, where he could see his various Ability Runes floating around, and he only needed to think about the particular ability and it would glow.

The Ability Rune for Flesh Light resembled a bloody beating heart that had been cut in half by the middle. It rotated slowly inside his mental space and exuded a low heat.