The Primordial Record novel Chapter 788

Chapter 788 I Will Carry Your Dreams

?In this eye Cornelius thought he saw the past and the future, he saw a million worlds and lived a million lifetimes on each of them. He saw great cities and expansive ruins that spanned an entire world and the vision kept on coming.

Although this vision felt real, it also felt unreal, and it was impossible for him to differentiate which of these sentiments was correct because he instinctively knew that both sentiments were correct.

When it seemed that Cornelius was being dragged towards the heights of madness and beyond it, the eye spoke.

"ALL WHO ARE WORTHY SHALL WITHSTAND MY GAZE FOR THE SPAN OF SIXTY SECONDS… ACHIEVE THAT FEAT AND YOU SHALL BECOME A MINOR GOD…"

"ALL WHO ARE WORTHY SHALL WITHSTAND MY GAZE FOR THE SPAN OF THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX SECONDS… ACHIEVE THAT FEAT AND YOU SHALL BECOME A MAJOR GOD…"

"ALL WHO ARE WORTHY SHALL WITHSTAND MY GAZE FOR THE SPAN OF NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE SECONDS… ACHIEVE THAT FEAT AND YOU SHALL BECOME A HIGH GOD…"

The voice boomed in the plain and inside their consciousness at the same time with a language that they should not have understood but they all did. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

No one here doubted these statements, there was a certain truth inside of it that was as certain as the sun rising and setting. This eye that made them feel less than ants, less than dust held the power to shatter the heavens and would speak nothing but the truth.

No, it felt as if it went even beyond that… what this eye spoke of would always become the truth!

Even on the brink of madness, this knowledge scared him.

Cornelius opened himself up to the possibility that he could become a god. In the entirety of Trion there were only seven gods, was it possible that he would become one of their number? Every wish he had ever wanted would be granted, he could finally fight for his freedom, and he could finally get his revenge for the countless years of torture. But would it come so easily?

"BE WARNED, YOUR LIFE WOULD BE FORFEIT IF YOU FAIL THIS RITE OF ASCENSION. PLEDGE YOUR SOUL TO THE EYE OF TRUTH AND ARISE."

A set of mysterious Runes appeared inside Cornelius's head, and he grasped the meaning even though the Runes were far too complex for him to understand.

It simply conveyed the fact that he was submitting the entirety of his being to The Eye of Truth, and in return, if he had the tenacity to fight for it, he could become a god.

Cornelius did not waste a single second in contemplating if he was willing to submit himself to the Eye of Truth. As a slave, he had never been given the chance to ever choose for himself, and if the opportunity of choice was presented to him to become a god he would take it, no better chance would he ever come across in this lifetime or ten thousand more lifetimes.

He accepted the contract, idly noting that no one here had rejected it.

"PREPARE YOURSELVES… YOUR REBIRTH BEGINS."

The eye above blinked again, and it transformed from silver into purple. Because the eye was so massive, the change was incredibly startling. Starting from the center of its pupils, the color spread out and the heavens and the earth turned to the color purple.

Even their bodies turned purple.

Inside his head, Cornelius thought he heard a whisper, "Do you know the true color of the soul?"

The force that held them in the air was reversed and they all slammed into the ground with bone-crushing force creating minor pits with their bodies. Cornelius groaned before what seemed as if an entire planet slammed into him.

Cornelius had lived through three thousand years of agony on Trion, endured what others would call the stuff of nightmares, and lived through where others had gladly killed themselves to escape. He could boast that he had understood every form of pain that could be inflicted on a person, whether physically or mentally.

What he was experiencing now placed all his previous knowledge of pain to shame.