The Primordial Record novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412 Bloodline Upgraded

The changes in his Primordial record made Rowan begin to wonder if he could communicate better with this enigmatic treasure. He knew the book had a form of sentience, and with this change, he felt that the Singularity had merged with him better than before.

Rowan looked at the pages, it was two colors, red and green, but Rowan felt that a true merger between him and the Primordial Record would make the book possess more colors, after all he had three bloodlines, and it would seem only one of them had truly merged with the book.

Nevertheless, it did not stop him from attempting to communicate with it. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

Rowan touched the cover of the book and closed his eyes, he searched for that connection he had with this book that seemed to transcend the limits of time and space.

He felt it. It was hazy and hidden behind endless layers of cryptic information that felt incredibly dense. Even with all his current computational capabilities it would take him hundreds of millions of years to understand a fraction of it.

This was the Primordial Record! Rowan was inside it, and it was a rare glimpse of what sort of treasure this Singularity was.

He sensed a general sensation of amusement from it.

"What are you?" Rowan whispered in awe.

There was a shift, and Rowan's mind went blank. When he came to, he instantly understood the Primordial Record had attempted to communicate with him, but due to his current powers were still not enough, he blanked out as his mind was overwhelmed.

'When would I be able to finally understand this level of power?' He thought.

Knowing it was futile to delve more into the Primordial Record, he asked a burning question that he felt only the Primordial Record would have the true answer to,

"Who is my father?"

He waited for a while and received no response from it, and then he felt a sensation of disgust, anger, fear, and bloodlust.

Rowan paused, he had discovered that the method the Primordial Record used in its communication with him appeared to be with emotions. The two emotions he felt were separated and distinct.

The feeling of disgust and anger seemed to come from a vast array of people, almost like an entire world having a collective sensation of disgust and anger towards one person alone, and he knew who that was directed towards.

They were all directed towards his father. For he recognized the other two sets of emotions of fear and bloodlust, as he had felt it not too long ago. It was from his father.

What conclusion he could draw from this cryptic message was simple yet profound. There was someplace outside the universe that was so threatening to his father that he had felt fear, and not just any sort of fear, it was an intense mind-numbing fear, like the sort that a prey felt before a predator.

This was all the information he needed going forward. It was not what he had hoped for, but it was an aid to him nonetheless. He kept the emotions that his father felt inside his heart.