The Primordial Record novel Chapter 990

Chapter 990 Nemesis

Rowan did not know if there was Karma or a cosmic sense of balance in reality. Before he would have argued that such a thing was ridiculous, where was cosmic justice when the strong slaughtered the weak in great numbers, where was karma when the blood of the innocent in the hands of an average god or Archmage ran into the billions, where was the divine retribution when for many minor eras, slavery, and other unmentionable atrocities had prevailed over much of reality.

There was none, only one universal rule and that was the strong dictated the flow of reality. From the beginning of time, the strong ruled and suppressed others without consequences. Rowan had also enjoyed this benefit, but now he had begun to wonder… was anyone ever free of consequences? Were there certain unknown invisible rules bounding all of existence that strive for a balance amongst all things?

If something like that existed, how would they bound a rule breaker like him?

His Berserker Technique was largely useless to Rowan at his present level, yet his Berserker Cloning ability that was born from this technique had managed to create beings that had souls, even weak mortal creatures without thoughts or power had souls, why did his Mother fail to develop one?

His mother was not young, she had lived for many Eras, there was time for her to develop a soul, but she had not. This could not be a weakness of Elura's power, for even a mortal could effortlessly gain a soul, how much a weaver of Aetheriul like his mother?

There was nothing in the bloodline of Miracles that had the power over souls and Elura could not control which of her creations could gain a soul. Not all sapient creatures had souls, but a majority of them did, and for the majority of those in reality it was impossible to know what created souls inside of a sapient being, Rowan sturdy of the soul was among one of the greatest in Reality already and even he was sometimes stumped.

Was there something with such an overall grasp of reality that in order to cause him pain had held back his mother the ability to gain a soul?

Anyone who could do such a thing must have had power that was at least at the levels of a Primordial. The power levels of those at the Primordial Level were mostly shrouded in fog, even till this moment, Rowan could not tell how many Primordials were in existence, were they five, seven, or more? Were there other beings like the Primordial Ouroboros with power equal to Primordials that were hidden from reality?

There had to be, if there was a second Singularity, anything was possible.

Rowan sighed, all of these speculations could turn out to be useless, perhaps he was just decrying one bad day after a thousand years of good ones, yet he could not deny that there were certain patterns that he had begun to detect after living for a while.

Despite all his powers, his growth had not been smooth, there were certain… setbacks that despite his influence over luck had still blocked his path. His thousand-year wish could not give his mother a soul, perhaps his impossible wish could do so, but a minor era would have to pass before that happened, that was still too distant in the future.

One of his consciousness pillars brought out a line of thought that he had placed to the side. Nemesis Stones, and its lesser variant Nemesis Slates.