The Primordial Record novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374 Encounters In A Diner

With the state of his present bloodline, Rowan should be able to manufacture a hundred World Seeds per month, and this was while he was still slumbering, by the time he woke up, he would be able to increase its production to a much higher number.

What he needed most of all were all the Attributes he would be able to collect from seeding these worlds.

The last thing he did was free up more authority of his Astrolabe for Eva, it would be needed to deliver his World Seeds to the selected worlds. He had already reviewed the details of the determined worlds in the new galaxy, and he agreed that they were all great choices.

They had sufficient indigenous life and they were not being controlled by any of the local gods, if he could seed enough worlds, by the time he awakened, he would crush all the local gods. With his bloodline, he had no particular need for subordinates, and except he would find a unique god with interesting abilities, he considered every god as fair game and his prey.

As immortal beings every god had lived for an extremely long time, he would be doing the universe a favor by trimming out the excess fat from her body, except for specific situations, he deemed most gods to be useless, and their effects on the universe as a whole had never been positive.

Also, after tasting all the benefits he could collect from the death of a single god, he no longer cared for the souls of mortal beings.

He could feel an intense amount of power growing inside his body with every single moment, collecting Primordial Aether was still a surprise and Rowan kept a small part of it.

The unique power that the Mage World offered interested him a lot, as he felt it would serve his Knowledge Well chambers in unique ways.

Before he slumbered once more, he sent a burst of orders to his Reflection to try all it could to collect as many of those so-called Training Manuals, as he would be analyzing all of them.

He analyzed and made all his decisions in under ten seconds.

Rowan fell into slumber once more.

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Augustus Tiberius sat in a bustling Diner of a world he no longer bothered trying to remember its name. It would just be a variation of the word—dirt. Well with trillions of worlds in the universe, one was bound to run out of good names soon enough.

Still, he knew they were still in Empire-controlled Space. He would have said the fucking Abomination had a death wish, but till this moment, the retaliation of the gods was nowhere in sight.

Augustus was now a shadow of his previous self. His hair was white and patchy, and his face was gaunt, his cheekbone was prominent, and he appeared haggard, and he had aged, deep lines of worry and pain were etched on his face as if it was carved with a knife.

He watched the people around him eating and laughing, their voices carried in the air, and their tiny problems the only headache in their tiny minds.

"Can you believe Carlos is going to be marrying another wife, by the words! This will be his eighty-fifth wife!"

"Yeah… yeah, he is."

"Why do you have a distant look in your eyes, my dear husband, do you envy him?"