Rowan watched the golden beasts leave, the whispering babies still clinged to their eyes, it would only dissipate an hour from now, and with the speed of the beast, he expected it would be far away by then.

He commanded Suriel to follow it. He had bigger fishes to fry, these include all the Ability Runes he presently had, and his plans to devour the Continent. The timetable for that had just shifted forward, and he gave the order and his Ouroboros Serpents shrank themselves to tiny feet long shapes and began moving towards the third continent.

It was time to see how much of his Ability Runes was left to him, and to see if like Flesh Light, they had also been corrupted.

It was with tense expectations that Rowan activated Bone Fire. He let his purple black Aether stream into the Ability Rune and became surprised at what happened next.

He had always thought he had received Bone Fire from the green phantasmal images from Envy, but the shrieking figure before him disabused him from that notion.

It was a bird scream he heard from Bone Fire, and the image of a titanic skeleton of a bird flashed by before it disappeared, leaving him with the memory of where he last saw it.

He had seen this beast inside the world with the red moon, during his Ascension to the Legendary State. He had lied inside it rib bones and waited for his Soul points to grow. It was something that happened not so long ago, and yet it felt like forever.

The hint had been there in the name all these while, and he had not seen it. But he vividly remembered the flames the giant skeletal bird poured on his Serpents before he escaped that world. Flames as green as those of Bone Fire.

Either the Axe had been a catalytic effect on him acquiring the flames, or traces of the creature had remained inside him, and it was expressed as Bone Fire, and the act of using the flames would do what? Increase the influence of the creature upon him? Or was it a beacon or something else?

Once more, his Palace of Ice absorbed the Ability Rune for Bone Fire, and he watched the Rune dissipate into nothingness. The Palace flashed and settled, as a hint of contentment flowed from his bloodline.

The next Ability Runes he needed to investigate was his Berserker Aspect, and like ripping off a band-aid, he went at it. Placing Aether inside the Berserker Skill Tree, his body shook, and he nearly screamed when it blasted him with excess energy with no way to channel it.

Hurriedly switching the energy into the Smash Berserker skill, he knelt, and his fist became hammers as he began punching the floor of the cavern.

It was like multiple explosions going off at once, his punch blasted the ground open creating giant craters, and a rush of black and red smoke poured out of his fist creating massive sheets of black ice that spread around from the blast site.

When he was done relieving the energy after smashing his way through hundreds of feet of earth, he found himself inside a deep crater ringed by black ice that stretched hundreds of feet into the air like black crystals.

Both of his arms were glowing with three colors, black, purple and red, and he watched as they faded away. The bones of his fingers had bent and cracked a little, but they realigned themselves in a blink of an eye, and Rowan clenched his fist.

He did not lose everything. Berserker was truly his own.

Then he looked into his Mental Space and saw a frightening picture. The Berserker Ability Rune that resembled a branch with the various Berserker techniques on it like leaves now appeared wilted and frozen.

The branch began to collapse, but with a burst of golden light, his Ouroboros bloodline renewed the Ability Rune.

That was too close! Without my Ouroboros bloodline, I would have lost the Berserker Aspect with a single usage. His Palace of Ice was not devouring the Berserker Rune, but the strain of his new Aether on the Rune could destroy it.

It was a good thing that he had upgraded the Berserker Aspect to the Refined level, else he was sure that if it was still a Mortal Level Rune, it would have been destroyed with a single use.

Going by that logic, it became possible for him to train and upgrade this Aspect in order for it to be able to adapt to his Aether. It took a few seconds for his Ouroboros bloodline to repair the damages to the Rune, he could work with that.

Calling up the Primordial Record, he was anxious to see the new changes in his Attributes and Abilities.

PRiMORDiAl RECORD

Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 11

/33,000

Strength : 5,059

Agility : 4,375

Constitution : 6,594

Class: None

Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood, Reality Butcher, Creator.

Berserker (Tier 1)

Skills:

Enrage (Level 3 — Refined State)

Vortex (Level 4 — Refined State

Bash (Level 4 — Refined State)

Dash (Level 4 — Refined State)

Smash (Level 9 — Refined State)

Combo Attack (Level 3 — Refined State)

Bloodline Skill : Eruption (2%)

Passive : Decipher language (complete)

Records:

SIX HEADED OUROBOROS CHAOS BLOOD- level 2 Completed 15,000

AVATAR OF EVE: Level 0 Completed (10,000)

Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine 6

/6

Chaos World Engine Minor

Engine One – 1,000,000,000

/ 1,000,000,000

Engine Two – 200,671,665

/ 1,000,000,000

Engine Three– 1,000,000,000

/ 1,000,000,000

Engine Four – 1,867,665

/ 1,000,000,000

Engine Five – 675,000

/ 1,000,000,000

Engine Six – 245,000

/ 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

Berserker Skills Upgraded:

Smash :Refined level 7 → Refined level 9 (Strength 150)

Ability Rune Consumed: Flesh Light

Spirit sacrificed to the Palace of Ice

Bone Fire

Spirit Sacrificed to the Palace of Ice

Bloodline Skill Gained: Eruption (2%)

Soul Point : 15,766.1245

The page on the Primordial Record felt leaner than before, as many of his abilities had been consumed. It would be a lie if he said he did not feel any ache at their loss, but he knew he had to give them up.

Yet he needed valid explanations for his loss, yet he first observed the page carefully, the Primordial Record showed him what he anticipated, he had unlocked a new bloodline skill: Eruption.

Burning his body’s vitality was a unique attribute of his, and he was glad it had become a skill, with this he could accurately track his growth and enhance his control of the skill.

Switching over to his new title: Creator. It was self-explanatory, because it seems awakening the Angels of Char was somehow equal to creating them anew. Rowan felt the title was both humbling and narcissistic at the same time, but wondered why he felt more at least with the title Reality Butcher than Creator.

In his previous life, he had always wondered how it would feel like to become a father. His wish had been granted in this life but in a manner he would never have expected in a thousand years.

He called the Lady of Shadow to his side, demanding an explanation about the tendency of his Palace of Ice to devour every Ability related to his soul, and if he would ever be able to obtain those abilities once more.

These were answers that he needed for any plans he was going to be making moving forward.