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The Primordial Record

Rowan Kuranes awoke in a new world inside the body of a dying prince. His new body contains terrifying secrets that he has to protect, for inside him lies the key to Eternity. He alone possesses the bloodline of The Ouroboros Serpents with authority over Time. He had Dominion over Sheol, and every soul would be his to keep. He lords over the Host of the Highest Heavens to the Abyssal Horde of the Deepest Hells. Rowan must learn to harness his new abilities and fight against his enemies who would stop at nothing to deprive him of his powers. Yet he must strive to keep a portion of his humanity alive, as he continuously evolves beyond godhood. A/N: There are horror elements, including Eldritch Horror from Lovecraft. A fan of blood-borne and abominable horrors that go bump in the night would love it. Epic action set pieces, and galaxy-wide battles, with an extremely overpowered MC who is a one-man army. https://discord.gg/UVvSCCMnCU Check out my discord. All future giveaways, fan art, and other fun stuff will be posted there. Thank you

BRICKTRADER · Fantasie
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1227 Chs

Shouldering The Present, Past, and Future.

Rowan smirked, "You call my dreams foolish, yet you flee, like a rat with its tail on fire."

The Narghal Tyrant frowned before saying, "You are lucky that a greater portion of my strength lies in the pillars it supports, or else I shall crush you like the bug that you are."

Rowan shook his head in pity, "I am coming for your throne."

"You have already lost the chance." the Narghal Tyrant replied and apparently done with the conversation, turned to leave, and he did not place the next actions made by Rowan to be his concern, it was his greatest mistake.

Rowan brought out his Tower of Greed, but he covered it with his fist after he shrank the Treasure to the size of a grain of sand, and he said to the departing figure, "My words are heavier than gold," even as he activated the Origin Treasure—Tower of Greed.

A single floor from the Tower was consumed, leaving three floors behind, the pale Tower gleaming like bleached bones under the midday sky…