The Primordial Record novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 Archimedes (4)

Rowan did not know how to describe his feelings accurately, to find himself in the endless immensity of space from the small prison of the Nexus almost felt like an illusion.

The universe before him was like a painting, and the heavenly bodies it held were precious memories that had been carefully drawn on its canvas.

Sometimes it was impossible to describe a sensation thoroughly alien to you, whatever he was feeling presently, he had never felt it before. And he found something new about himself at this time… That he was beginning to love this feeling.

The prospect of being in one place, then another in a blink of an eye was a concept that would never get old to him. Life for him had turned into a series of picture books, and anytime he blinked, a new page was turned and he appeared somewhere new.

Every blink was a new world, and he wanted to keep his eyes open long enough, so he doesn't miss anything because they went by so fast.

It was at this time that he began to feel something besides fear, anger, remorse, and a need for revenge. His life recently has been characterized by nothing else but negativity. Monstrous events after another occurred on a regular basis, and he was sure he was already partly insane.

Sitting on this table and seeing creation arrayed in front of him in this manner brought out a sense of purpose inside him that he feared he had been lacking all this time. Of course, he needed to take his revenge, he wanted to escape that invisible chain wrapped around him, but…

He wanted to be here!

The thought was like lightning in his brain, if he was capable of crossing planets or other realms with any of his abilities, he would do so. It was impossible not to not want to feel the vastness of the universe, sitting here and seeing just a small corner of it.

He wanted to walk across all of creation. He wished to explore all the sights, he yearned to taste the finest of food and wine, he desired love, connection, family, simply put, more than everything, he did not want to just exist, he wanted to live. Truly experience life and all the joy and sorrow that comes with it.

With an extremely long lifespan, what was better to do with it, than to spend it in that manner. His desires caused him to raise a hand towards the stars, and he found himself as if he were grasping at all the worlds in front of him, he clenched his hand into a fist, it appeared as if he was taking hold of all of creation in his grasp.

That desire was echoed by the Legendary Skill he had—World Engine. The desire to collect and convert worlds.

He found himself laughing, and even though the voice coming from his mouth was not his own, he did not find it disconcerting. He was an Empyrean, and he would see far stranger sights and perform far stranger deeds.

At this time, maybe Rowan did not fully understand it, but he had come to fully accept his existence, and he did not just want to survive, he wanted to thrive!

What sort of sights would he see? He was extremely determined to pursue this goal. Anyone who stood against him, he would crush!!!

At the end of the day. I'm just trying to become a tourist. How disappointing Rowan.

"Now, isn't this an interesting sight?" A calm male voice broke him out of his reverie. The language spoken was Medan. Obviously, this language should be used outside Trion as well, although it was said the language was created by God King Golgoth, somehow Rowan doubted it.

Rowan swept his senses across the table, and was unsurprised to see that the four "statues" had reanimated. The one who resembled a kind old wizard had a smile on his face and all the gems and knick-knacks he had on his long flowing white beard glittered. He wore a flowing blue robe that had various magical runes embedded in it.