The Primordial Record - Chapter 931

Chapter 931 Laughter and Resolve

The time dilation inside his Dimension had changed after he used a new method in creating his body, instead of shattering his previous Dimensions for a higher one, he decided to weave it.

From the materials of his single dimension, he created a two-dimensional universe, his dimension was the material and his Will was the loom, and he also built on that foundation, folding his two-dimensional universe into a three-dimensional one.

Like a pyramid, he had managed to rebuild himself from the bottom up, at the base was the one dimension, in the middle was the second dimension, and on top of it was the third dimension.

Among the many changes that occurred due to this change even after a thousand years that Rowan was still researching and discovering, one of the more mysterious changes was that on each dimension, the time dilation was different.

The first dimension had a time dilation of 1:30, that is for every single year that passed outside reality, thirty years went by inside this dimension, the second was 1:20, and the third was 1:10. He might have sat here for a thousand years, but in his third-dimensional space, ten thousand years had gone by, and in his first-dimensional space, thirty thousand years.

Rowan suspected that the ratio of time differential was related to the number of dimensions he had, so it was possible that when he achieved a fourth dimension, then the time differential in his first dimension would increase to a ratio of 1:40, his second dimension 1:30, his third dimension 1:20, and the fourth dimension now being 1:10.

If this trend continued then in time, a single year outside reality would yield nearly ninety years inside his first dimension, giving him an unmatched advantage over everyone else, as he could develop his abilities and forces countless times faster than anyone else.

With the Primordial of Time dead, he was unaware of how time dilation worked for other powers, but he would bet that no one had this insane capability that he had. One of Rowan's main focuses was trying to figure out how time was being accelerated in his dimension because accelerating time was not something even a 6th-dimensional Will Holder was capable of. He wondered if this was a power that those on higher dimensions were capable of, or if it was unique to him due to his roots.

"Creator, um... sir, can you bring my food with me... you see, I spent a lot of time preparing the perfect seven-decade dry-aged steak and I have almost perfected my formula for the most delectable Roasted Garlic Parmesan Baby Potatoes. ..."

'Oh, here is the fearlessness, he is not so different after all, he just chooses to battle in another manner.' Rowan had a small smile on his lips as he brought the dinner of the Clone to him and was silent as he watched the Berserker Clone eat.

The Clone was passionate about cooking, and the next several hours were spent with him telling Rowan about his various recipes and the highlights of his life. Beneath the brash exterior and loud voices was a child that wanted to be acknowledged by his father, and Rowan listened to him talk, for many more hours.

At his request, Rowan created all the ingredients exactly the way he wanted, even those that did not exist, but had been fantasized over by the clone. With his power over the basic structures of life, Rowan easily made everything the clone wanted.

As the Berserker was busy preparing the meals of his dreams, Rowan watched him with his hand cupped around his chin, "What is your name child?"

The Berserker Clone paused and for the first time a blush broke out underneath his cheeks, he had been so excited meeting his creator, he forgot to introduce himself properly.

Rowan's prismatic eyes twinkled as he watched the clone stumble over his words, and he could not help himself he laughed.

The clone paused in awe, watching his creator laugh, and he coughed and looked away, trying to hide the tears that wanted to escape his eyes.

What the Berserker Clone could not see was that there were seven thousand similar mountains that were arrayed side by side, and on those mountains was Rowan with different Berserker Clones as he listened to the life tales of all of them. At first, Rowan had smiled and nodded at their words, and soon he began asking questions, sharing personal jokes, and asking for a demonstration of their favored abilities, and before long, the seven thousand mountains were filled with an Aura of life and happiness, that soon began to die down as all the Berserker Clones slowly fell asleep.

Rowan was silent for a long while, and then he projected his Will into their bodies.