Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely

The difference in numbers of the [Battle Realm] was impossible to ignore.

Humans were vastly outnumbered.

In fact, for every human participant left in the [Battle Realm], there were at least three elves still standing.

And now, with the "Manhunt" event in full effect, a twisted, final game where every opponent was worth Battle Tokens, this imbalance mattered more than ever.

In this kind of survival setting, where numbers could decide everything, the humans were at a massive disadvantage.

To the elves, every human wasn't just a potential threat. They were a reward.

A walking, breathing stack of 10 Battle Tokens.

Many humans had already backed off completely, not even trying to participate in the hunt.

They had already gathered 250 tokens from their victories, enough to afford one of the best items.

And so they hid, avoided conflict, choosing to survive instead of risking everything.

Sam understood that.

He even agreed it made sense. But it also confirmed something else.

'No wonder no one had ever managed to obtain the [Forsaken Skill Scroll] before.'

Twenty-five kills in an event like this wasn't just dangerous, it was practically suicide.

The kind of challenge no normal person would ever take.

But Sam wasn't normal. For him, it wasn't just a crazy challenge. It was necessary.

He needed those 25 kills, no matter what.

Three minutes into the event, he found what he was looking for. A sight that confirmed everything he had suspected.

A group of five elves, circling around a single human.

Two other bodies, clearly human, already lay motionless nearby, blood painting the ground around them.

"Haha, look at this idiot!"

"Trying to run away from us? Pathetic."

The last human standing tried to fight, holding his weapon tight, but he was clearly outmatched.

Judging from the aura around the elves, they were all either at the peak of [Master] Rank or had just stepped into [Ascendant].

The lone human was at the peak of [Master] rank too, but it didn't matter. He didn't stand a chance surrounded like this.

From above, Sam stood on a rooftop, silently watching.

His crimson eyes narrowed. He could've just let it happen.

It wasn't his problem. That wasn't his ally. The moment he got involved, he was potentially exposing himself.

But none of that mattered. Because all he saw... were targets.

[Proceed.]

Elves standing close to each other, perfectly positioned.

And so, with a flick of his wrist, he summoned the [Forsaken Clone] beside him.

The clone appeared instantly, staring down at the group below, its own crimson eyes burning with dark intent.

"Kill anyone that gives us Battle Tokens," Sam ordered calmly.

The clone nodded once and was just about to leap forward, but Sam raised his hand, stopping it.

"Not those," he added. "I'll deal with them myself. Go. Find others."

The clone didn't question it. Without a word, it leapt away across rooftops, vanishing into the distance in search of more prey.

Sam doubted a Forsaken-rank skill like this would have any range limit anyway. It could probably wander the entire [Battle Kingdom] without issue.

And now that he was alone again, Sam looked down at the elves.

He stretched out his arm.

'Time to begin.'

His aura flared to life, and so did the swirling colors of his affinities, black, orange, silver and crimson.

They wrapped around his Primordial Sword like streaks of lightning.

Charged Crescent Slash!

It only took three seconds to charge, and he had the high ground.

They didn't even know he was there. One of the elves twitched suddenly, as if sensing something.

"Hey… is it just me, or does something feel wrong?"

"Stop whining and kill him already," another sneered. "That's 10 tokens right there—"

"I love this event. It's finally giving us a chance to get ahead of the others—"

But none of them would finish their sentences.

Because by then…

Fwish! Boom!

The [Charged Crescent Slash] exploded from the rooftop, roaring downward like a wave of death.

The slash cut through the air at insane speed. None of the elves even had time to scream.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Three were cut in half instantly, their bodies shredded by the power of Sam's affinities.

The fourth and fifth tried to react, but it was already too late.

The crimson energy carved through both, ripping them apart.

When the smoke cleared, five corpses dropped to the ground in lifeless heaps.

Their hearts were absorbed in an instant by the dark tendrils of Sam's sword, fueling his strength.

The lone human they had been attacking looked up from the blood-soaked battlefield.

He spotted Sam on the rooftop, paused for a moment, and gave a single, silent nod.

Sam nodded back. Then, without waiting, he vanished into the next street.

Ding!

[+50 Battle Tokens]

And only a few minutes later:

Ding!

[+20 Battle Tokens]

Sam grinned.

'Guess the clone's doing fine on its own.'

He continued moving, dashing across alleys and broken streets, spotting elves scattered around, some alone, some in groups.

Almost all of them were actively hunting.

No one was hiding anymore. Everyone wanted more tokens.

And the moment any of them laid eyes on Sam… They attacked.

"Die, human trash!"

"You won by luck!"

"For the elves! For the future!"

It was always the same nonsense.

Sam didn't respond. He didn't need to. He just cut them down.

His blade didn't slow. His aura never dimmed. One by one, they fell before him.

He and his clone fought relentlessly for the next half hour, and when he finally paused…

Ding!

[+150 Battle Tokens]

He smiled faintly.

'Only three kills left.'

He was almost there.

The goal no one had ever reached, the [Forsaken Skill Scroll], was within arm's reach.

And he'd gotten this far by sticking to one rule: "No mercy."

He had no idea what kind of enemies still awaited him in the other worlds.

He had only faced elves so far, and according to Leon, the berserker he had defeated, there were five more races to face beyond this.

He thought back to the names.

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[1. Humans.]

[2. Elves.]

[3. Beastkin.]

[4. Angels.]

[5. Dragons.]

[6. Demons]

[7. ???]

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Only one was left unknown. The race Leon refused to even mention.

Sam was curious. What kind of beings were so terrifying that even someone like Leon didn't want to say their name?

Whatever the answer was… Sam would be ready.

Ding!

[+20 Battle Tokens]

Ten minutes remained, and he needed only one more kill.

He decided to recall the [Forsaken Clone], unsummoning it. There was no reason to leave it wandering anymore.

He wanted to finish this with his own hands.

And soon enough… he found his last target.

A group of elves, walking together through a ruined plaza, completely unaware of what was about to hit them.

'Perfect.'

Sam landed on the street in front of them, his sword in hand, his crimson eyes glowing faintly.

He only needed one kill. That was it.

[As long as they don't get in my way.]

He stepped forward calmly. But then… he stopped.

Among the group, holding a staff and surrounded by her companions, was a familiar face.

Long blonde hair. Determined eyes. Holy energy swirling around her.

Seraphine. The elf saintess. The fourth Heroine of [Forsakened].

Sam paused for a second, not because he was surprised, but because he didn't expect to see her here.

Still, nothing changed.

He wasn't about to kill a Heroine, especially not one like Seraphine, who had shown him nothing but respect.

But if anyone else tried to stop him from getting that last kill… well, that was their mistake.

"You think you're tough, human?" one of the elves sneered. "We're going to destroy you."

Sam didn't respond. He just stared at them, eyes burning with silent determination.

[There is no mercy.]

He remembered the message. The feeling.

And so, without hesitation, he took his stance.

One last fight. One last kill. And then… the scroll would be his.