The Primordial Record - Chapter 1115

Chapter 1115 Beacon

The man looked at the beautiful city around him, and he knew peace and hope. He searched around for the highest point, which turned out to be a mountain shaped like a spear that was in the center of the city.

Already this landmark had drawn the attention of millions of people due to its height and the surge of power that could be felt around it. A crazy thought occurred to him and he began to laugh, feeling a sort of relaxation flow through his soul he ran up to Spear Mountain, and began to climb it, disregarding the shocked exclamation from the people around him, his goal was to climb to the top of the mountain and proclaim his name before his Primogenitor and his people.

With the powerful spirit of every Blood Blessed, he had calculated the height of the glorious mountain and it was precisely 144,000 feet, the base of the mountain was three thousand feet in circumference and it tapered to a needle point at the top. This close, he thought the mountain was closer to a spike than a spear and he wondered why he thought of it as a mountain when it was clearly made from a metallic substance.

With his strength, it did not matter that the walls of the mountain were as smooth as glass, he could easily apply pressure on his fingertips so that he could stick to it and easily climb.

Ascending this mountain turned out to be more difficult than he had anticipated, for every hundred feet that he crossed, the surface of the mountain became sharper, but it did not cut into the flesh, but the soul.

The pain was horrendous, but he had a purpose and this pain felt good, instead, he was grinning, despite him gritting his teeth so hard that his guns began to bleed. All the previous suffering he had gone through was meaningless when he knew it served no purpose but to amuse his enemies, but this one was for him, it felt amazing to suffer for what he thought was a worthwhile goal.

He climbed more than a thousand feet, and this was the moment when his mortal body could no longer hold, the pain was so great he could not even think, and for a moment he nearly fell, his rigid muscles not being able to properly channel the force to keep him stable, but with a mighty roar that was held by the growing crowd below, he transformed into a golden giant.

Remembering the purpose he came here for, he struggled to his feet and called out in a loud voice that echoed throughout the city which drew the attention of everyone to him,

"Today before the sight of my people and underneath the gaze of our Primogenitor, I shall pick a name, and although our Creator remains nameless, I believe he wants us all to place aside our shame that had kept us with our heads down for so long and raise them high for the world to see."

Internally he cringed at the words he spoke, but he was not an orator, and he had just spoken from his heart, he knew everyone here had felt the sincerity within his words and the longing for the hope and stability that they had long lost.

He cried out once more, "This hope that was given to us, this is a hope that I want to protect with everything that is in me. I shall fight for it, I shall bleed for it, and if need be, I shall die for it. None of our children or theirs shall suffer what we have suffered, and our name would no longer be a source of shame, but a beacon of our hope, and so from this day forth, I shall call myself Beacon!"

Beacon felt the mountain behind him shiver, and the entire city shook, the ledge he stood upon began to glow and an ethereal script was etched upon it.

The words were written in an unknown language yet the meaning to clear to anyone who saw it—Beacon.

Before he had time to be amazed, power flowed out of the words and entered Beacon's body, and he began to scream as his body exploded in size back to his golden giant form, before he stood at seventy feet as a golden giant, but now his size had increased to about ninety feet, plus there was a glaring new addition to his body.

It was a massive tattoo that curled around his chest, back, and right arm, it was of a massive serpent, and under his amazed eyes, the tattoo began to move and flow across his skin.