The Primordial Record

One day, he hopes to find monsters that smelled nice. Just to balance the board a little. His Ouroboros Serpents did not count, for they had no scent.

Rowan deliberately reduced his speed, so he could observe Circe in action. The area she was standing was beginning to be covered by a dark cloud, and her form was being visibly hidden from plain sight by it.

She stood on a slab of blue ice that was being held aloft by the wind, and she was raining down lightning and spears made of ice down below. Shards of ice harder than steel began to rotate in a mini tornado, and she sent it into the middle of the horde.

An area more than two hundred feet in diameter turned into a blender, as she eradicated at least a thousand rats in a single move, before she focused on the front of the horde.

The amount of devastation she was raining down below was palpable, and Rowan gave a small sound of appreciation because while she was throwing around plenty of destructive forces, it was all in a fairly controlled manner.

She had stopped releasing massive Area of effect spells and was now focused on precise execution.

She was protecting a guy, who was running for his life, Rowan assumed that this was Rico, he appeared injured and was clutching his side; the first thing Rowan noticed about him was not just his face twisted by fear or the tears and snot dripping from all the orifices of his face.

He was a fairly handsome guy, with black hair, but his face had been twisted to resemble the wrong side of a baboon ass*ole by his fear and tears.

Rowan also noticed the outlandish clothes he was wearing. He had a bright scarlet jacket, that had a collar that was so large it spread out behind his head, his clothes, and shoes were garishly designed, and precious stones decorated all of it.

He was holding a cane that was heavily decked out to resemble an artist worst nightmare, with dozens of heavy jewels that were placed with no reason except maybe because of their large sizes, and Rowan was sure he did not need a cane to walk.

What sort of person wore clothes like this?

He was also a Legendary State Dominator, and Rowan wondered how someone as weak as him would be outside during such a crisis.

He was so filled with fear that he did not realize at first that Circe was now above him and blocking the creatures from reaching him, and when he realized that he was being saved he began to laugh, and he stopped running.

"Get them Circe, those bast*rds hurt me really bad, don't they know who I am? Let them pay… Kill them slowly, and I want to watch!" The cry from Rico was as shrill as an alcoholic mother of eight coming back from a nasty four day bender.

Rowan appeared behind the gentleman, and he turned, his face only reaching below Rowans chest, and he looked up until he could see his face, "Who the hell are…"

Rowan knocked him out by flicking his forehead, and he collapsed with a little moan. Looking at the skies, he mouthed at Circe, "You should thank me later."

Circe growled and drew in an impressive amount of Aether, sucking away all the dark clouds in the air and cupped them inside her palms as if she were holding a massive egg, from those she began crafting large slabs of ice that fell down like meteors, and they blocked the charging rats for a while, but it was enough time for her to fly down unobstructed.

She seized the collapsed guy by his neck and brought him up, her face colored with disgust when she saw his current state, "we need to go, I detected several Incarnation State Rodents coming from behind that are rapidly catching up."

"No, you go ahead." Rowan said, "I will delay them for a while, make sure everyone properly packed and moving, I will catch up. Our time just ran out"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I am… Now go on, before this … guy, wakes up. We have no time for you to follow his instructions and kill them slowly."

Circe shook her head in exasperation and threw him over her shoulders, "Be safe Erohim, I counted four of them." She zipped back into the skies as the first of the rats chewed through the ice.

It was not a considerable one, only the size of a dog, he exploded its head with a little kick and looking ahead, he inferred he had maybe two seconds before the flood hit him. It was more than enough time to make changes.

Rowan called up the Primordial Record to see how much of his strength he could unlock by spending the Soul Points he had gathered. He planned to kill everything here, and he needed as much insurance as possible.

PᖇᎥᗰᗝᖇᗪᎥᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᑕᗝᖇᗪ

Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 11/33,000

Strength :110/ 3270

Agility :107/ 3139

Constitution : 550/5148

Spirit : 737.4

Class: None

Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood

Aspect : Spatial Sight (Tier 3)

Berserker (Tier 1)

Skills:

Enrage (Level 1 — Refined State)

Vortex (Level 10 — Mortal State Completed

Bash (Level 2 — Refined State)

Dash (Level 1 — Refined State)

Smash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Combo Attack (Level 1 — Refined State)

Flesh Light — Level 3

Bone Fire — Level 2

Passive : Decipher language (complete), Ice–Fire soul (level 6)

Records:

FIVE 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗦 [CHAOS BLOOD]- level 2 [11,180/15,000]

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟 REAVER – level 0 [0/5000]

Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine [5/5]

Chaos World Engine [Minor]

Engine One – 866,225,788/1,000,000,000

Engine Two – 1,897,645/1,000,000,000

Engine Three–458,001,876/1,000,000,000

Engine Four – 1,767,665/1,000,000,000

Engine Five – 0/1,000,000,000

Rift Rule: Absolute Body [Locked]

Incarnation Path Unlocked

Path: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]

Path Skill Gained :

World Soul Manipulation [Locked]

World Recreation [Locked]

World Merging [Locked]

Condemned: Flesh of Madness (Suppressed)

Active Skill Upgraded : Flesh Light [ level 2 – level 3 (Spirit + 100 Constitution + 150)]

Berserker Skills Upgraded:

Bash :[ Mortal level 10 → Refined level 2 (Strength + 100)]

Dash : [ Mortal level 10 → Refined level 1 (Agility + 50)]

Enrage : [ Mortal level 10 → Refined level 1 (Constitution + 50)]

Combo Attack : [ Mortal level 10 → Refined level 1 (Spirit + 50)]

Soul Point : 795.9987

Rowan was ecstatic at the juicy growth in Attributes he received from Berserker and Flesh Light, both of them netting him 500 point worth of Attributes. He did not feel the changes yet because of the curse.

He sighed as he dumped 790 Soul points into Ouroboros, his body made clicking noises as he could now access more of his powers.

Rowan grinned, his Spirit began roaming through the Spatial Bracelet.

Now, what is the best weapon to kill rodents. His mind began traversing through the multitude of weapons, even as the rats began bearing on him.

He passed spears, and swords and blades, mauls, bows, and many other exotic weapons and finally, he laughed.

Well, he did say he wanted to start living. Well, let's start having fun.

Around seven massive rats were diving towards him, mouths opened with saliva gushing out, they were only four feet away from him when a silver glow passed by their bodies and into the ones behind them. Rowan retracted his hand that he had just swung.

The bodies of more than three dozen rats fell in two places as a sharp, hard, nonresonant sound rang out that seemed to shock all the rodents at the front.

Rowan dropped his hands and a full length heavy chain that was twenty feet long coiled by his feet. Rowan did not know how to use a chain to fight, but with his Strength, Agility and the guidance of his increased Spirit Attribute, swinging it was as easy as swinging a small rope.