Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely

I made a mistake and released a chapter before its time, please re-read chapter 115 as it's important!

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Forsaken Clone!

Sam summoned the [Forsaken Clone], and in an instant, it appeared right beside him.

The clone's stats were identical to Sam's, his strength, his speed, his powers.

Everything about it was the same.

Formed from Sam's own aura and infused with his affinities, it was no ordinary summon. It was a monster.

The clone turned its head toward Sam, its glowing crimson eyes locking onto him with an expression that nearly pierced his soul.

Then, slowly, it looked forward, at the trio of jesters standing in their way.

Sam didn't flinch. He simply raised a hand and pointed ahead, his voice cold and sharp.

"We kill them."

A wide, almost unhinged grin crept across the clone's face. It didn't even respond.

Instead, with a low hum of energy vibrating around it, the clone burst forward like a storm.

The [Forsaken Clone] was more bloodthirsty than any monster Sam had ever encountered, more vicious than beasts, more relentless than demons.

Perhaps it was a reflection of what the [Forsaken] path truly meant.

A creature forged not just of power, but of raw, untamed hatred.

Still…

SLASH!

The clone struck first, only to be met by two translucent blades that shimmered around Grint's forearms.

Sparks flew as steel met magic, and Grint growled, holding the clone back with brute force before kicking it away violently.

"Two on three, I guess," Mirla laughed, the two glowing cards orbiting her body suddenly flaring with energy.

'Those cards must be their power source…' Sam narrowed his gaze, analyzing.

'Jevil's title said [Card Powers], and these three are his disciples. That has to be it.'

The [Forsaken Clone] landed and rolled backward, but even then, its smile didn't fade.

Boom! Boom!

Mirla's cards spun faster, eventually merging together into a long staff that radiated magical pressure.

On the other side, Vinn's cards transformed into a long white whip that crackled with strange energy.

It shimmered unnaturally, like it existed in two places at once.

All three jesters had unique weapons born of their cards.

But Sam didn't care. It didn't matter what they used.

He wasn't looking at them like enemies to defeat.

They shared Jevil's powers. Which meant this was a chance. A way to learn.

"We're nowhere near master Jevil's level," Mirla smirked, her mask glowing, "But we're still strong enough to make you realize just how hopeless this is."

"And…" Vinn murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned in the chaos, "Even if you somehow beat us… Master Jevil will end you."

"COME ON, PRIMORDIAL!" Grint roared.

His aura exploded outward like a storm, tearing the ground beneath him.

"THE REALM FEARS YOU! SHOW US WHY!"

Sam's eyes glowed faintly as he rolled his shoulders.

"Whatever," he muttered.

He activated [Void Watcher], allowing him to peer into their souls, to see their intent.

[Void Watcher: They have no fear, and are ready to die if it means master Jevil learns more about you.]

'I see.'

Fwish! Swash!

The trio leapt forward as one, a perfect synchronized assault, aiming to overwhelm Sam and his clone with relentless aggression.

But they weren't ready for what met them.

The clone's crimson gaze blazed even brighter, almost thrilled, as it darted into the fray, not backing down even slightly.

SLASH!

Even in a three-against-one fight, the clone held its ground, evading and retaliating with frightening precision.

Sam raised his arm. Fifteen [Abyssal Obliteration] portals burst open high above him.

But he didn't merge them this time.

Instead, he let them all rain down their chaos.

Hundreds of black bullets poured down from the sky, aiming for the jesters.

Then Sam charged into battle himself.

"How futile," Grint muttered.

He suddenly snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the translucent blades on his arms vanished, and the three cards returned, spinning around him like protective stars.

Then—

FWISH! BOOM!

All three cards merged to form a gigantic, shimmering shield around him and his two allies.

It was large enough to block the entirety of Sam's bullet storm.

At the same time, Vinn lashed out with his whip, wrapping it tightly around the clone and binding its movements, while Mirla began launching volley after volley of magical spells.

Sam narrowed his eyes. He couldn't hold back.

He rushed in, merging all fifteen portals into one massive singularity, and began charging his strongest long-range technique—

Bullet of Oblivion!

While doing so, he struck at the barrier with his primordial sword—

CLANG!

The blade bounced off the shield harmlessly.

'Those cards… they can create anything?' Sam thought, watching carefully, 'And Grint has three, while the others have two… Just how many cards did Jevil himself have?'

No time to worry about that.

Sam kept pouring energy into his [Bullet of Oblivion], infusing it with a lot of the aura and affinities he had.

Inside the barrier, the clone was locked down.

Even when it tried to summon [Tendrils of Oblivion] or fire off [Abyssal Obliteration], Vinn's whip would slice through the tendrils, and Mirla's staff conjured a secondary barrier to block the bullets.

"Just stay still!" Grint growled, grabbing the clone by the neck and slamming it into the shield wall, keeping it pinned.

Then he turned to Sam with a wicked grin.

"Don't worry. Your turn's coming."

Sam's aura intensified, his power swelling, but he didn't make a move.

The clone, despite everything, was still smiling.

Swash! Boom! Boom!

All three jesters unleashed everything they had at the clone, attacking it again and again.

Then—

Crack!

The [Eternal Barrier] surrounding the clone shattered. It was now defenseless.

Even then, Sam didn't flinch. He didn't try to rush in.

He kept charging his [Bullet of Oblivion], undeterred.

"So you gave up on your clone," Mirla laughed, her mask flaring brighter.

"It was pointless to try saving it," Vinn added, his mask weeping energy.

Just then, a white panel shimmered into view before Sam's eyes.

[I hope you see now, Primordial, that no matter how much you think you've grown, there will always be beings stronger than you.]

[And that your journey ends here.]

Sam heard Jevil's mocking laughter as the message faded.

And then—

Smash!

Grint slammed the clone into the ground with all his might.

Ding!

[Your "Forsaken Clone" has been killed.]

Grint snapped his fingers. The massive shield barrier vanished, the three cards returning to orbit around him.

Then the translucent blades reformed on his arms.

The three jesters began advancing toward Sam again, stronger and more confident than ever.

They had killed the clone easily. Now, it was three against one.

They believed the fight was won.

And honestly? They were right.

In a normal battle, with Sam alone and the clone dead, he would have been cornered.

There was no denying it. They were in their domain.

Plus, Jevil was watching. Waiting. Preparing to strike.

But there was something they didn't know.

Something they didn't expect.

Ding!

Sam stared ahead blankly, watching the jesters close in.

And behind them, at the very spot where the clone had fallen—

Fwish! Fwish!

The body began to twist, dark energy swirling around it.

Then, slowly, it rose again, crimson eyes burning with new light, its body fully healed.

Its smile returned.

DING!

[Your "Forsaken Clone" has used "I Always Come Back".]

The clone could revive too.