The Primordial Record

There were a lot of treasures here, but Rowan was capable of browsing through millions of them every second, so it was not hard for him to locate what he needed, and they all turned out to be quite cheap.

The sound that emerged anytime Rowan made a transaction made him almost imagine a fat Imp rubbing its two hands together in greedy pleasure. He guessed that the annoying metallic ping cane from his Labyrinth Coins was being deducted. Another observation he made was that the purchase could not be rescinded.

Any items selected were permanently acquired as long as the sound of the transaction had been made.

"Here I thought I was greedy, but it seems I have much to learn."

Rowan decided that he needed to investigate what this Labyrinth Coin was truly made of. Previously he had thought it was just a method of exchange created by the God King, and he did not investigate it thoroughly, but now he would have to rectify this mistake.

Every time he made the reality that surrounded him to be big, it turned out that his estimate was always wrong and it was still bigger.

He did not bother trying to scan through the larger stars in this Exchange Space when he found out that everything he wanted could be acquired in the smaller stars, and distracting himself with treasures he could not obtain at this time was nothing but a time-consuming affair.

Unlike anyone else, Rowan was positive that he did not need treasures as much because they would not be as much help to him for long. He developed too fast for anything else to catch up.

The total purchase he made rounded up to 350 Labyrinth Coins, and the orb moved the Abacus towards his consciousness and Rowan instinctively handed over the needed Coin by thinking about the amount. He felt the Coins vanish from the Vault with an exaggerated whooshing sound.

Whoever owned this place was not only greedy but also ostentatious. Every action made just had to be flashy. Rowan was amused.

A bright flash of light filled the space and his consciousness sliver dissipated. He did not even have the chance to select the location where he wanted his goods to be deposited before he was kicked out.

His main consciousness over the Minor World where he was building his Forge suddenly turned to stare towards a portion of space.

That place appeared to be empty but Rowan could feel a growing tension in that region of space. The area where he was focused on, suddenly vibrated as a hole was opened in space.

This hole did not reveal the Underverse or the outside universe, instead, it showed a world filled with snow and a large hand that appeared to be from a woman with the only difference being that her skin was extremely white like a marble statue and had bright red fingernails.

The hand dropped something into the universe before retreating and the hole vanished, leaving behind golden sparkles that took a while before dissipating.

What was revealed was a large silver bubble that had appeared a few thousand miles away from the planet. It reminded him of the orb he had seen inside the exchange space, although this one was ten times bigger and brighter.

The orb seemed to float around in confusion before orienting on Rowan's position and floating towards him.

Rowan was astonished that the Exchange Space had been able to accurately judge his location, even with the cloaking field enshrouding this planet. This was the final confirmation he needed that the Exchange Space was not the work of the God King.

This must be from a great power that could be found outside the universe. Rowan felt with the evidence he had gathered it was sufficient to determine that this place was not owned by his father and the rest of the Reflection, if it was, then it would be virtually impossible for him to win, there would not be enough time for him to get so powerful as to oppose the might of all these treasures.

The silver bubble reached a few miles from the planet and stopped, it appeared as if it became confused again because it began floating around haphazardly, as if it recognized the presence of Rowan was not far, but it could no longer find him.

'Guess he was wrong about the discerning powers of this orb.' It was amazing enough that it could locate him to this extent, and Rowan had to send a Spirit Guise to retrieve the confused orb; he still had three million Spirit Guise in storage, to be used in the case of emergencies.

The Spirit Guise came upon the orb and the mysterious artifact reoriented on the approaching Spirit Guise, a light flashed from it as it scanned the Spirit Guise before drifting over to rest on its hand.

The silvery sheen over the orb vanished leaving behind a yellow box with an elaborate knot tied around it, a piece of paper was tucked inside the knot.

Rowan collected the box and before he opened it he frowned in profound thought.

This exchange space had been able to locate his consciousness across the entirety of the universe to this unknown place, even when Rowan had given no indicators to point out his location.

He was also hidden inside the influence of this planet all this while, and he did not believe that whoever was capable of locating him through all these impediments had not pierced through the barriers of this world and located him.

Yet at the final moment, Rowan was sure that the owner of this space had chosen to pretend as if it could no longer find his location anymore. The easiest explanation was that there was a policy not to interfere with the business of a customer or they had recognized the power behind this planet and it was notable enough that such a powerful exchange space had to back off.

If it was the former he had no problems, but if it turned out to be the latter, then this was another new problem that he had to understand and control before it came to catch him unaware.

All these thoughts went through his mind in a fraction of a moment, and he smiled as he grabbed the box harder as if he was excited about receiving his package. If there were observers, he was just a customer happy with his product.

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In a corner of space, a tiny figure wiped the sweat from his brows after he had noticed the area he had nearly stepped his foot into.

He regretted thinking that this job was going to be without any complications and he might be able to present his services to a brand-new customer.

After all this time he felt that he should be a great judge of areas that were dangerous and those that were not. A cheap transaction like this was one of the hallmarks of an underdeveloped region and he had snuck across with the goods to deliver it personally.

He shuddered again as he felt the touch of the World in the distance, hoping whatever Eldar Branch living inside of it had not noticed his presence. He had a million wives and only five more Eras he would have his freedom. After working for all these years, it would be unfair to him if he had to die a virgin and leave all the wives he had been acquiring for all these years to go untouched.

He slapped himself and began to find his way out of this universe, ignoring the millions of blinking red lights coming from his Guardian Mask. It would be stupid to try to investigate what was happening here, he would only suffer a painful death if he continued making stupid mistakes. Hoping the client had chosen to dismiss his errors, the small figure vanished from the universe.

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Rowan smiled internally and marked a corner of space to be later investigated before he shifted these new troubles away from his mind.

There were several pressing issues on the horizon, but all those were problems he would be facing when he left the universe.

Problems like Caine and the children of Chaos, Chaos itself, his Angels and the complications behind their apparent resurrection inside his Territory, stealing Lost from the Mages, the Primordial Record, his Mother and the unknown heritage behind him, the Primordials and so many other issues that the universe had been shielding him against for all these while.