The Primordial Record novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Cocoon Breaks (2)

Rowan could boldly say that he knew pain. His life had been filled with it. Yet, he had adapted.

Rowan believed the pain he had experienced made him pretty robust. He was a tough bastard. He would not have survived the Spatial corridor to that world if he was weak.

Rowan thought he knew pain. But not like this. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Now every scale had been thrown aside. This was pain on a level he never thought was possible. And he knew what worsened it was his spirit. It kept his mind clear and made him aware of every second of torture.

He had been very wrong. Power came with a price and upgrading an Omnipotent bloodline came with its own risk, especially in his case where his bloodline had been upgraded to the limits, it would grant him immense benefits, but it was also proportional to the dangers he would face.

In his last life he had made a scale, and called it his List of Glass. It would hold all his pains, and even though it was made from glass, it would never break.

He would not break!

This pain was great, but it, was nothing new, he had endured a similar amount of misery before, and as always, they always seemed insurmountable, yet he was still here, was he not?

He took the pain and pressed it into his list, as his mind trembled and threatened to tear itself apart.

He would not fall!

His body had become chaos, yet his will became like iron. He had once dragged himself from the jaws of death, and although he covered his scars with humor, the scars were still there. He used that experience to piece himself together from the pain.

How long he was in the state of near death was something Rowan could not tell, but slowly but surely, his senses returned to normal and surpassed the normal, and the understanding of his new bloodline increased.

A faint sense of knowledge flowed from Ouroboros, and he knew why he was in so much pain. He would perish in body and soul if he failed to keep his sense of identity as his bloodline was evolving.

Rowans physique was breaking through a threshold, and for his body to grow more powerful, It had to be broken down and a new foundation rebuilt. On this foundation, his successive transformations would grow upon.

His body slowly began to fill up inside the shell until he was back to normal, but that was just the beginning. For his growth did not stop.

He had not checked how many Stats he must have gained, but it must have been a lot because his frame could not fit this amount of power. He must grow. His development came with pain, but it was almost enjoyable.

And thereby a new dilemma came up, his shell was too small! It had expanded to its limits, but it was not enough for his present form.

His body strained against its hold, and he felt an intense sense of confinement. He must grow… The Shell that formed around him was not meant for an Empyrean the likes of the Three Headed Ouroboros. It was too small and would have never contained it growth.

Rowan knew his current bloodline was more tyrannical and if anything was going to give…

He felt the first tear in his shell. It was small, and it healed quickly, but his body had filled up that tiny space, and although the shell had healed, it was more spacious.

This pattern continued, until the pressure eased and he could fully express himself. His shell had grown, but now it was weaker. It had outlived its purpose, and would no longer produce Empyrean Essence because at this stage of his evolution he no longer needed it.