Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely

Leaving the [Battle Realm] was simple.

All you had to do was think about it and a familiar system panel would pop up in front of your eyes.

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[Do you wish to leave the "Battle Realm"?]

[Yes] [No]

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If someone still had leftover [Battle Tokens], and they clicked [Yes], a second panel would immediately follow.

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[You still have unused "Battle Tokens". Do you wish to teleport to the "Battle Castle" to spend them before leaving?]

[Yes] [No]

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Only after choosing [No] would they be removed from the [Battle Realm] entirely.

But in Lily and Alicia's case, they'd already spent everything they had.

So for them, it was just one simple click, and then they were gone.

"See you later," Lily said softly.

She smiled genuinely as she looked at Sam and Chloe, her tone half-teasing, half-serious. "Don't die on me, okay?"

"We won't," Sam replied with a shrug, his tone light but unbothered.

He couldn't imagine losing, not here, not now.

"I think she was mostly talking to Chloe," Alicia chuckled. "But stay safe too, Sam."

"Once we're back, we'll forget everything about the elves and this place," Lily mumbled, looking wistful for a moment. "But you better tell us all about it, alright?"

"Yeah," Alicia added, "I'm sure humanity's about to hit the [Universal Stage] soon. There's tons of powerhouses across the other regions."

And just like that, the two girls vanished from the [Battle Realm]—leaving only Sam and Chloe behind.

Sam watched the space where they'd disappeared for a second, then lowered his eyes and sighed.

'I haven't met a single major powerhouse since arriving here,' he thought to himself. 'Barely talked to anyone either… but I guess it doesn't matter.'

To him, the mission had never changed.

He was here to win. To grow. To get that [Forsaken Skill Scroll].

Everything else was just a distraction.

Still, there was no denying it now, humanity's numbers had dwindled massively.

The few that remained were either Masters or Ascendants.

Sam figured most of them had to be from different regions.

Maybe they were elite, maybe not. He didn't care.

That evening, he and Chloe spent the rest of the day exploring the [Battle Kingdom] together.

The streets were quieter than before, but there were still voices here and there, conversations echoing softly through the calm.

"I'm from the [Purple Flame] guild," a girl said proudly as they passed by.

"Never heard of it," someone else replied. "Must be from the North?"

"Wrong. East. It's confusing how every [Guild Ranking] is regional, though."

"Well, makes sense. It keeps each region focused on its own balance."

Sam heard dozens of little conversations like that.

None were particularly important, but he found it interesting.

The humans were still here. Still trying.

"I'm gonna crush those damn elves tomorrow," someone shouted. "I need that 250 BT item, no matter what!"

"Be careful," another warned. "I saw that berserker elf. Most of the ones left now are Master and Ascendants…"

Eventually, the evening came to a close, and Sam and Chloe made their way to a quiet room tucked into one of the kingdom's outer towers.

The place was empty, but cozy.

Enough for them to get some proper rest.

And just like that, another day passed.

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[Your sixth battle will begin in one hour. Be prepared.]

The panel appeared in Sam's vision the moment he opened his eyes.

He dismissed it quickly, stretching and glancing toward the adjacent room.

Chloe was still asleep on her own bed.

'Guess I'm up first again,' Sam thought, rubbing his neck.

He didn't mind. That was how it always went.

With an hour left to spare, Sam sat by the window and stared out over the now-silent [Battle Kingdom].

It was peaceful. And empty.

Most of those who had entered this realm were gone, one way or another.

The quiet only confirmed what Sam already knew.

Still… he wouldn't be left waiting for long.

Fwish!

The teleport activated, and Sam appeared in the familiar arena once again.

Across from him, standing tall and proud, was his next opponent, a lean elf with sharp eyes and a spear gripped tightly in his hand.

The elf smirked.

"So you're that human that spoke to the saintess," he said, voice cool and sharp. "Tch… what a shame. You should've left while you had the chance."

Sam didn't bother responding.

He simply rolled his shoulders and lifted his sword.

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[Name: Sorien]

[Rank: Master]

[Level: 8]

[Class: ???]

[Hell-Mode Analysis: No mercy.]

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It was his first time facing someone of a higher rank.

But there wasn't a hint of fear in him.

Not after what he'd fought before, not after the [Roaring Titan].

Compared to the [Forsaken Lords], these awakeners were still children.

The gap was there, sure. Masters were far above Experts.

But Sam had long since stopped caring about "ranks" the same way others did.

He looked around and noticed something new, dozens of people were sitting in the viewing stands around the arena.

[Some awakeners, having completed their own battles, are now allowed to spectate.]

Sam scanned the audience.

Most were elves, cheering loudly for Sorien. But a few humans sat quietly among them, watching closely.

In one corner, he spotted her.

Seraphine. She sat with her hands crossed, her gaze locked on him.

A calm expression on her face, but her eyes were sharp, focused.

Not far from her was someone else: the massive, heavily-armored "Berserker Elf" Sam had seen on his first day in the realm.

"HAH!" Sorien suddenly laughed. "Expert level one?! This realm really thinks I'm a joke, huh?"

Sam stared blankly. No emotion crossed his face.

The elf had tan skin and long red hair tied behind his back. His armor was sleek, enchanted, and his spear radiated power.

Anyone else at Sam's level would've been terrified.

But Sam? He didn't even summon his [Forsaken Clone].

"I'll make this quick," Sorien sneered.

And with a burst of speed, he lunged forward.

INFINITE THRUST!

Slash! Slash! Slash!

His spear became a blur of motion, striking over and over again in rapid succession, each thrust faster than the last.

Dozens of strikes in seconds, all aimed directly at Sam. But none landed.

The elf's attacks bounced harmlessly off Sam's [Eternal Barrier], unable to even scratch him.

Sam didn't move an inch. After nearly thirty strikes, Sorien pulled back, panting slightly.

[Hell-Mode Analysis: Why is it called "Infinite Thrust" if it's not even infinite? ◔_◔]

Sam tilted his head.

"My turn," he said calmly.

With a flick of his wrist, he raised the [Primordial Sword].

Tendrils of Oblivion!

Dark tendrils erupted from the blade, snaking out through the air and wrapping around Sorien before he could react.

"W-What?!"

The elf struggled violently, trying to break free—but the tendrils held firm, tightening with every second.

No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't move. The crowd shifted, murmurs rising.

"What's he doing?"

"Come on, Sorien! Stop messing around!"

"Break free and kill that weakling already!"

But it was too late. Sam stepped forward and swung his sword once.

The elf's head dropped to the ground without a sound.

Ding!

[Battle Complete.]

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[Sam Walker]

[Battles Fought: 6]

[Wins: 6]

[Battle Tokens: 200]

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'So the maximum cap is 50 Tokens per fight now,' Sam thought, staring at the panel. 'Makes sense. All of the top-tier items were 250, except for the scroll.'

The crowd had gone quiet.

Many still watched in disbelief, stunned by what had just happened.

A single, clean victory. No struggle. No injury. But Sam ignored them.

He wasn't here for their cheers, or their doubts. He was here for the scroll.

Across the stands, Seraphine remained motionless.

But her calm demeanor had cracked. Her eyes were narrowed. Her fingers trembled slightly at her side.

And more importantly, her heart was racing with an emotion she couldn't understand.

'P…Primordial?' she thought as she saw the crimson aura surrounding Sam, stunned. 'No. That's impossible… I must be mistaken.'

She quickly shook the thought away, slapping her own cheek gently.

A fellow elf had just died at the hands of a human, but for some reason she couldn't be bothered to care about it.

The image wouldn't leave her mind, that overwhelming aura, those tendrils, that sword.

It wasn't normal. It wasn't mortal.

Seraphine rose from her seat and teleported away without another word, needing time to gather her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Sam stood in the arena, watching his surroundings fade as the teleportation took hold once more.