The Primordial Record-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. f𝐫eewe𝚋nove𝗹.𝗰o𝚖

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.

However, it was a shame that his second and third dimensions were difficult to access for his children due to the increased pressure inside the dimensions.

A diamond would be crushed to dust inside his second dimension, and this pressure only increased in the first dimension, except for the elite among his children, most of them could manage to live in the second dimension for an extremely short amount of time.

The benefits of the time spent inside his lower dimensions were unmatched as the richness of Aether and essence in his lower dimension was ridiculous and for those that managed to stay a bit in his lower dimension, they swore that their comprehension rate multiplied.

Those who managed to stay inside longer found out that difficult techniques or spells that were hard to comprehend became easier, and although except for Eva who now mostly lived in the first-dimensional space, none of his children was able to last more than a few months in the second dimension.

Rowan felt no different while inside his lower dimension, even the first, his comprehension talent was unmatched and it would take something much greater than this to affect him, but he was expectant of the changes that would occur in his lower dimensions when he increased the number of dimensions he controlled.

The Berserker Clone he summoned appeared drastically different after living a century inside his third-dimensional space, not wearing armor or resembling Rowan any longer, now he took the shape of a bald middle-aged man, with fine wrinkles at the side of his eyes and prominent laugh lines around his nose and mouth, and it appeared that he had a rather high affectation for the sweets and the fine things in life because his waist size had doubled.

Holding a spoon that he had just brought down from his mouth with a bit of grease staining his lips, it would seem that the Berserker Clone had been interrupted from his dinner.

The Berserker Clone paused, looked at Rowan, and slowly continued chewing what was inside his mouth.

Rowan was a bit stunned when he saw the Clone, he made sure his presence did not check up on these clones because he did not want to interfere with their developmental process when his mere attention was capable of twisting reality inside his dimension.

Indeed over the years, of the ten thousand clones he created, 2,347 clones had already perished due to various factors, but chief among them was the propensity for the clones to throw themselves into danger and their unreasonable fearlessness in the face of peril. Rowan was fascinated, 'What could have caused such a vast change to occur in the mindset of this clone? Unlike his fellows, he was different.'

"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.