Chapter 1512: Future Wars

Published Mar 17, 2026, 08:38 AM

Inside the time-dilation environment imposed by the Tower of Greed, time seemed to have no meaning as Rowan spent ten million years sending out his forces and observing the movements of the Primordials. His time in the Nothingness and the many experiences he had in a time-dilating environment, where he spent many billions of years in various states, bolstered his mind to become used to the endless tides of time. Rowan had sat here for millions of years, and he would still sit for millions more to come. He watched and learned tactics, positioning, and the right methods to apply his forces against foes across multiple dimensions, and he tried not to think about the stupendous number of soul crystals that had been spent by him in all these years in order to keep this process running at its optimal direction. It was a good thing that the chaos and slaughter ongoing in reality was nearly matchless since the beginning of the Supreme Era and he could barely afford to keep the lights running as time streamed through his fingers. His internal clock reminded him that a day had passed in Reality and Rowan felt that he had prepared enough, ten million years for a single day was a great exchange, there was no more he could achieve even if he had more time and so he unleashed his forces upon Reality. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺 The depths and breadth of Rowan's mind had grown, reaching levels that would make the previous him resemble a dull baboon rubbing two sticks together. His growth as a living dimension meant his mind did not have any constraint that bound every living thing inside of Reality, he had no limits to his growth and he had never stopped his development, not for a single moment. From the moment he opened his eyes inside Trion and seized the broken remnants of the Primordial Record inside his shattered soul, his growth had never stopped and everything culminated into this moment where he was standing against the most powerful forces in all of Reality. Rowan no longer needed luck to predict what would occur if given trillions of random events simultaneously ongoing in a single space, and was told to find the optimal outcome, his mind had transcended the universal level and became multidimensional and after watching the forces of the Primordials for ten million years, he used all his acumen, devoting it to this battle. The events that transpired nearly broke his mind, but he did not stop his actions, despite the ridiculous nature of what he was doing, he was unavoidably growing. A single day passed in Reality, yet inside this room another ten million years had passed, and the war came to an end. Rowan sighed and collapsed on his chair, looked in the air and he chuckled, "Why did I expect any other outcome?" All of his advantages, all of his brilliance, everything was placed on the line and he… lost. ® Rowan stared in the air for a long time, hundreds of years, as he analyzed every step that led to his failure, he had being perfect, his moves were sublime, he had exceeded all his previous feats by a mile, but no matter how smart an ant was, before the might of a storm, it would be blown away. He knew all the right angles, it had simply been useless, every counter, every battle that led to an advantage that was forced for with tooth and nail quickly lost their relevance against a tide of endless power. In the first year alone, anyone would have given up, but Rowan fought for ten million years, extending a defeat that should have been over in a decade, searching for victory no matter the cost. The Primordials had many advantages, but they only needed one that would crush him every time, which was power, so much power that it made his soul weary… Their powers were infinite in scope, it did not matter how much he chipped away at it, what was left was still infinite. This was not a power that should be challenged, even another Primordial had no right to go against the seven by their lonesome, but Rowan did not have the privilege to stand back, they would inevitably come for him, his talents and his bloodlines were too special to be left alone, and he would rather the confrontation be on his own terms. So it did not matter the size of the problem before him, Rowan had resolved himself to battle till the end. The problem was the task was impossible, and the fight could not be won. "It is the pursuit that matters... Not what comes at the end." Rowan's eyes grew dull before lighting up again, and he set himself before the map and began reversing everything that happened, using this method he was able to regain ninety-five percent of every Soul Energy that he had consumed in the last twenty million years of preparation and battle. The last five percent went into the refinement of this map. Every action he was making with it was a step into completing this treasure and swallowing five percent of the soul energy he had placed into it had strengthened the power of the map, enhancing subtle details and giving him more tools that would be important to him in this conflict, it was a stable and slow process of growth as this map was getting closer to completion. The Arcane arms above were also subtly changing as well, their connection to the map was deepening and it would not be long before Rowan would be able to apply these arms in a more active manner, but for now, he only montired their growth. It was too early to give up. With his first trial, Rowan had used subtlety as much as he could, only unleashing force when it was needed, and at the beginning he had been very successful, but when his momentum became too great to be ignored, he was encircled and defeated. To gain uninterrupted access to the Primordials, he would have to defeat all of their forces, and this was a task that after ten million years of battle, Rowan failed at accomplishing. He decided to use a different approach this time, one that would abhor all forms of direct confrontation, he would become a hidden cancer in the bones of every Primordial Force, eating away at the insides until he left them so weak that only a single breeze would blow them away. He had experience from nearly twenty million years of battle, so he was not basically starting from scratch anymore and with a more strengthened map he was more poised to explore much deeper than before. Focusing his mind on his task, Rowan began crushing billions of soul crystals at a time as a new round of battle commenced, this time he was waging a hidden war.

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