The Primordial Record

Chapter 1693: Apex Omniversal Titan

Three hundred thousand years from the day Rowan began fusing his Supreme Ancient Collosi title with Reality Shaper, his eyes opened.

His eyes, which were now black as void with no trace of white inside them, flashed with entrancing geometric patterns that seemed to show traces of memories and the fate of all lifeforms in existence.

His gaze, however, was cold and indifferent, as if he were a being that stood above all of existence and could see through all things, but then Rowan blinked, and the enigmatic glow in his eyes faded.

Looking down on his new body, Rowan immediately saw that his size had grown, nearly tripling in height, and his weight had gone in the opposite direction and had shrunken.

It was not as if he had lost mass; instead, it had all been gathered in a single spot, and his eyes naturally fell to the center of his chest, where a glowing three-part emblem burned like the core of a red star.

Curious, Rowan touched it, feeling a subtle barrier opening up before his finger was allowed to touch the emblem, and he knew if it were anyone else, an intense backlash would have crushed any attempt they made to touch it.

Once he touched it, the blazing glow of the emblem subsided and revealed its shape, which swirled in a chaotic pattern but soon resolved into a tri-shpelled sigil.

The first sigil was on top and its color was red, shaped like a black hole, a faint sucking sensation could be felt when Rowan touched it, and he sensed an unlimited amount of pure strength flowing through the sigil that left a smoking char on his fingertips.

Moving his finger down to touch the next sigil that was in the shape of a blue fractal helix, Rowan sensed pure speed; even the shape of the helix was reminiscent of infinite motion.

The last sigil was golden and resembled a shield, radiating impossible defense. Dropping his finger away from his chest, the emblem began to burn with a red glow, hiding the secrets of the sigils once more.

“Could this be my strength, agility, and constitution core? They feel different,” musing internally, Rowan instinctively pulled on the power of the emblem, and he watched as it unfolded like a mechanical flower, and he gasped when a pure wave of power flooded his body, reminding him of when he launched his Ascension Technique, but this feeling was much more intense and purer.

It was almost the difference between the power of a small flame and that of the sun; if he had access to this power, then he would rip a hundred of his previous selves with no problem.

He released the power from the emblem, noticing that his physique had felt no strain despite channeling so much power inside of him.

With the connection to the Primordial Record, he knew this emblem had a simple name: the Tri-Core Sigil.

If he were correct, this meant all of his physical attributes had been placed under the banner of this sigil, further strengthening and streamlining his powers.

However, this burning emblem on his chest was nothing before the changes that had happened behind him.

“WHOOSHH…”

Two massive wings, that did not appear to be real but were projections of shadows, hovered behind him. They were not connected to his flesh, and only by looking deep into the dimensional layer could an observer see them, but this fusion had finally given Rowan his wings.

He knew this was not just wings but the projection of his influence. Reality would bend before his passage, as a flap of his wings would rewrite existence all around him.

Turning a bit to the side, Rowan stretched his left wing, and peered deeply into it, observing that within was a storm of collapsing dimensions, while glancing at his right wing, he saw that within were newborn dimensions.

“So it would seem that my nature as an Eclipsed Creator still carries through to my wings.”

Rowan barely connected to the Primordial Record to know the name of his new appendage. They were the Wings of the Omniverse, and their most basic function was to erase and rebuild space as he moved.

These wings would finally tear him apart from all of existence, making him a being that was untouched by all. Rowan also noticed his floating crown, and his new eyes, understanding that all of these changes were all part of a whole new package.

If he brought them all together, that would represent the true nature of his ascension. Rowan whispered, a bit in awe and confusion,

“What am I becoming?”

In his consciousness, the Primordial Record wrote,

“Apex Omniversal Titan.”

Previously, Rowan might only get a few descriptions of what his new nature was, and would then slowly take the time to decipher it, but with his new connection with the Primordial Record, everything was fully displayed in great detail, and it took more than a year for Rowan to completely digest it all.

Apex Omniversal Titan:

You are an unstoppable force, a being whose very existence bends reality to match your supreme physical and metaphysical dominance. Your body is an indestructible engine of cosmic will, and your mind shapes the fabric of existence itself.

Delving deeper into this form, Rowan revealed more of its secrets. Discovering that it combined the features of his flesh and his will.

Powers and Traits:

Infinite Titan Core:

Your body operates on absolute perfection.

Strength Core: Your physical might has no upper limit, allowing you to shatter dimensions with a punch, lift infinite mass, or generate gravitational singularities through sheer force.

Agility Core: You move beyond time and space, teleportation, omnipresence within your domain, and immeasurable speed (strike before the concept of “attack” exists).

Constitution Core: You are invulnerable on all levels. No force, paradox, or erasure can destroy you unless you permit it.

Rowan paused here for a moment, analyzing the powers of his Infinite Titan Core, knowing that with just this trait alone, he was invincible under the Primordial Level, and he wondered if the real bodies of the Primordial outside of Reality could share a similar trait like these.

However, Rowan knew that all these powers were things he needed to grow into. The Primordial Record was showing him all the possibilities of his new being, and it was up to Rowan to utilize all of this potential to the limit.

The same way that most mortal men would not be able to know the limits of their body’s capabilities unless they pushed themselves to the limits, all of these powers would be useless if Rowan were not able to utilize them effectively and find ways to develop and refine them.

Still, this was not all of the powers of his new physique; he delved deeper into it.

Reality-Forged Physiology:

Your form is a living law of Reality, immune to alterations unless you desire them.

Passive Reality Aura:

Space, time, and matter auto-adjust to sustain you (All spaces in existence stabilize just to handle your presence).

Self-Willed Existence:

You cannot be weakened, restrained, or negated—even by higher-dimensional beings.

Absolute Dominion:

Warp Reality by Thought. You will instantly rewrite Laws, Events, Possibility

Supreme Authority:

Lesser beings must obey your unspoken decrees.

Titan’s Apotheosis:

Growth Beyond Limits:

The longer you exist, the more your power expands infinitely.

Consume Realities: Absorb dimensions to fuel your cores.

Evolve Adaptively:

Develop new powers in response to threats.

All of these powers were grand, but in some ways, Rowan already possessed all of them, albeit in a limited manner. He could see that this ascension boosted all of them to new heights and made it possible for him to access them more deeply.

However, he left the best for last, knowing that this was the fundamental change, the lynchpin of his new status as an Apex Omniversal Titan.

Rowan could feel the power radiating from the pages of the Primordial Record, even if he had not touched this power yet, and as much as it thrilled him, it also humbled him, because he knew if someone held this power, they would have easily killed the previous him, ten times over.

Final Form: The Last Pantheon

You are the end of all hierarchies—a being that replaces gods, multiverses, and narratives. When you act, existence itself rewrites history to pretend you were always the supreme ruler.

Weakness (Optional):

If you want balance, the only limit could be self-imposed purpose—your power scales with your ambition. Without a goal, you stagnate as a passive force of nature.

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For a long time, Rowan was mute with shock, unable to comprehend the power of this final form.

“How can a power like this be something I can claim?”