Rowan smiled, his gaze swept through the body of the man once more, there must be a story here that he did not have the time to dig through to find, but as it is with such things, he would soon know the truth, “Do your duties properly, and I will have no issues with you.”
Trevor looked flustered for a moment, then he threw a standard salute and returned down into the hatch. Rowan grinned internally, the heartbeat of the man had been going crazy, yet he still confronted him with no signs of backing down.
He did not think this issue was simple, most likely it was another test from Circe, to collect information on how he reacted to various situations, what was next? The Honey trap?
His Spatial Sight had shown him the figures of both mother and daughter, and they were beautiful in their own way. Trevor was a lucky man.
Rowan was not interested in these women, for they were the family members of someone he suspected he would come to respect, the second was that he was no longer a teenager with raging hormones that he would begin lusting for every female he met.
He had slept with many dozens of women in his past life, and after having sex more than a hundred times or so, the allure faded. Of course the most important aspect was that; they were mortal.
He had reached a point where it was impossible for him to safely cohabitate with mortals for an extended period, even if he was meticulous in all his dealings with them and made sure he withheld all of his physical and magical abilities from affecting them, sooner rather than later, their minds would begin to break.
Even though mortals could never truly understand what he was, their souls and spirits could catch glimpses of his true self, and it would break them.
Without the curse, his body was a wellspring of infinite vitality, such a concept was so alien to mortals, that their Spirit would be subconsciously repelled from his own. Even Rowan’s mortal mind that was bolstered by his Spirit still dreaded his full potential.
Rowan was beginning to realize a peculiar fact that had been in front of him all these while, and he had failed to notice.
That was; his Physical Attributes were ridiculous. After killing multiple Incarnation State creatures, he now understood that although they might have the potential to hold 10,000 points in each Stat, most of them would never reach that number. 𝘰𝑣.𝗇t
It was most likely that most Incarnation State Dominators would never reach more than 5,000 points in any of their Stats. The same thing with the Rift State Dominators he had seen.
Potentially, all Rift State beings were supposed to have a maximum of 1,000 points in every Attribute, but he had never seen such a Rift State Dominator.
Yet, that was still not the full picture. For each bloodline were specialized in different Attributes. Kuranes focused on Spirit and Tiberius Focused on Strength.
It was possible that even at the Incarnation State, most Dominator would have their Attributes that were not within the specialty of their bloodline to be underdeveloped. But apart from his Spirit, his growth had been relatively equal.
That means the total amounts of Stat points he had must be multiple times of those at far higher levels, and in addition to the passive boost his body gave his Attributes, made him a living force of nature.
Subconsciously, mortals could sense that vast divide. His total attributes must place him easily in the Second Great Circle.
Not to mention his Soul Reaver Bloodline. Rowan was sure that when he upgraded this bloodline, the effects on his environment would be worse, and he would not be surprised if he would passively pull away the souls of every mortal around him for miles.
He did not find such thoughts comforting.
Rowan entered through the open hatch and saw the sight of the mother and daughter bowing towards him. The woman was still pretty even though she appeared to be in her thirties, although Rowan was sure she was in her forties.
She had strong arms and scars on her palms that signified a life of hard work, her daughter was the opposite, soft and delicate, and Rowan caught her sneaking glimpses at him as he walked past.
She was beautiful by all mortal standards, but beneath Rowan Energy Vision she was barely worth anything.
They introduced themselves as Olga, the wife of Trevor and his cook, and Diane, the daughter, who would also serve as his maid.
This was precisely the struggle within Rowan, separating the value of individuals not by the power they hold, but by the contents of their character.
He would admire and respect a character such as Trevor and take him as a friend because of his bravery. His Empyrean bloodline, however, disagreed. For his bloodline, the concerns of his mortal parts were impractical.
Rowan gestured to them to rise, and he did the standard motion of looking around, he kept these small habits to appear more human and not freak out those around him, and to also keep his cards under cover.
He was satisfied with this vehicle, standing inside he noticed it was stable, which must mean it had very impressive shock absorbing properties, which should be obvious given the size of its tires. The internal portion of the vehicle was large and separated into five compartments.
They were a bedroom with a functional bathroom with a shower, a library that Rowan saw was stocked with most of the books and maps he saw inside Circe office, a kitchen, and the living area for the family.
The fifth was the Driver’s Cab, which appeared to be very comfortable. If the journey was to take at least a month, Rowan saw the reason for the drivers to be as comfortable as possible.
This compartment was littered with dials and buttons, with a massive steering wheel at the center of the dashboard. Rowan would love to get behind the wheel of this vehicle.
Before heading to the library, which was where he planned to spend most of his time when he was not fighting, he retrieved a sizable portion of meat, it was the same as the one he roasted before heading for battle.
He still had cravings for food and drink, even if they barely made it past his chest before they were vaporized, the energy they gave him was barely in the double digits. But, as long as the taste felt right to him, he would eat. If this turned out to be his only vice, then it was one he would gladly accept.
Rowan gave the meat to the dumbstruck Olga, warning her it was a bit heavy, since it weighed 65 kilograms, but she carried it without too much hassle.
He asked her if she could surprise him with the preparation of the meal, and she gladly nodded her assent, her face lighting up, and Rowan smiled. Diane by the side stumbled.
Rowan headed for the bedroom, his mind switched towards the shower. He did not need to bathe, but if he lived his life going by the dictates of only his needs, then he would become something vastly different.
To reach the bedroom, he passed through the kitchen, and behind the bedroom was the library. He did not care much for the bed or other amenities inside the room, they had no way of truly satisfying him.
Rowan wanted to try something. He brought his Spirit and wrapped it around all the clothes he wore, down to his shoes, and connected his mind to the Spatial bracelet. With a flex of his will, he placed his clothes inside the Spatial bracelet, and they vanished from his body.
