Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: The Darkness Monarch’s Spirit, The Primordial Has Reached The Final Mission
The shape of the spirit resembled the monarch.

It was just like the spirits that appeared whenever he killed a monster.

Only this one was on a completely different scale.

It made sense, though. He had killed a monarch.

That meant its spirit now belonged to him: to be claimed, bound, or absorbed.

He stared up at it, the flames around his body flickering in the presence of the colossal entity.

It looked down at him silently, the light within its eyes dim but still alive.

For a long moment, neither moved.

Then Sam stepped forward.

His hand tightened on his sword.

The grin returned to his face, slow and certain.

“Guess you’re mine now.”

He walked toward the towering spirit, ready to claim it.

Sam put his hand forward and touched the massive spirit of the [Darkness Monarch], and the moment he did, it instantly submitted to him.

He could feel its immense energy twist and bow, surrendering to his will without resistance.

‘I guess even that thing can’t fight back,’ Sam thought with a grin.

Ding!

[You have recruited a powerful spirit: “Darkness Monarch”]

‘Nice.’

Sam smirked. He could now summon it in battle, gaining control over the full strength of the [Darkness Monarch] itself.

Fwish!

True Primordial Spirit!

The power pulsed out of him as he activated the skill.

A crimson surge filled the air, and the colossal shape of the [Darkness Monarch]’s spirit appeared before him.

The world trembled beneath its arrival.

It was gigantic—exactly the same size as the original monarch—standing over a kilometer tall, its towering presence shaking the entire zone.

But this version wasn’t made of flesh and darkness.

Its body was composed of Sam’s aura, raw energy mixed with his affinities, giving it a surreal, glowing appearance.

The deep black had turned into a rich crimson shade, and the writhing tendrils that made up its body shimmered like living magma.

Dozens of eyes still covered its form, but now those eyes burned red, leaking fiery aura instead of their usual pale glow.

It was the same being—but now it was his.

Sam couldn’t help but grin.

“Punch the ground,” he ordered.

The spirit’s massive form twitched, obeying instantly.

BOOM!

The colossal arm descended and smashed into the ground, splitting the landscape apart.

The impact alone created a massive crater that stretched far into the horizon, shaking the air like thunder.

‘Perfect,’ Sam thought, watching the destruction spread.

He folded his arms and nodded to himself.

Even in its spirit form, the monarch retained its raw destructive potential.

But he knew he couldn’t use it just anywhere.

In closed environments or inside zones full of structures, the sheer size of this spirit would make summoning it impossible.

Still, in open spaces like this one—it was unstoppable.

Sam’s gaze then shifted toward the [Judge Monarch]’s spirit floating nearby.

It was missing its three arms, just as it had been after their battle, and the wounds hadn’t regenerated.

It stood silently, a reminder of its defeat.

‘I never tested it before,’ Sam thought. ‘But perhaps spirits can’t heal themselves.’

That would mean any spirit he captured would remain exactly as it had been at death—permanently damaged, but loyal.

Still, he wasn’t going to complain.

He unsummoned both the [Darkness Monarch] and the [Judge Monarch] spirits, deciding to save their power for later.

Then, with a quiet breath, he turned his attention toward the far horizon of the [Sixth Zone].

‘All the monsters were absorbed by the monarch,’ he thought with a small grin. ‘Meaning it’ll take some time before they start reappearing.’

That realization brought relief.

It also meant that right now, the [Sixth Zone] was empty—free of danger—and completely open for him to cross.

Without wasting another second, Sam dismissed his [Primordial Clone] and spread his [Primordial Wings].

Fwish!

He took off at full speed, the wind bursting behind him as he sliced through the air.

The once-dark landscape rushed past in a blur, completely silent.

No monsters. No tendrils. No shadows waiting to ambush him.

The tendrils that used to dominate this zone had been under the monarch’s control, and with it dead, they were gone too.

For the first time, the [Sixth Zone] was peaceful.

Sam pushed himself faster, a streak of crimson light gliding across the dead world.

And in less than ten minutes, he arrived.

The “safe zone.”

The end point of the sixth mission.

Technically, the goal wasn’t to enter the [Seventh Zone]—not yet—but rather to reach the very edge of the [Sixth Zone].

The edge closest to the [Sixth Barrier].

And just as he expected, the moment he got close, he saw the shift.

About a hundred meters before the massive glowing barrier, the air changed.

The corruption that stained everything in this zone faded away.

The sky seemed clearer.

The pressure in the air lessened.

It was a place untouched by the monarch’s power—a final checkpoint.

Sam stepped inside.

The world shimmered with light as notifications filled his vision.

Ding! Ding!

[Global Announcement: The “Sixth Mission” has been completed by the “Primordial.”]

Another chime followed immediately.

Ding!

[Congratulations to the “Primordial” for being the first being in history to kill the third monarch: Darkness Monarch.]

Sam smiled faintly.

These global announcements had become routine to him by now.

Every time he completed a mission, the same thing happened.

The other awakeners across the [Upper Realm] were probably just used to seeing his name at this point.

But before he could even close the notifications, another message appeared.

And this one was new.

[The “Primordial” has reached the final mission.]

Sam blinked. He froze for a second, staring at the glowing text.

Then a low whistle escaped his lips.

“Huh.”

This wasn’t just for him. This was visible to everyone in the [Upper Realm].

Which meant that now, every single person knew what came next—the [Seventh Mission].

The final one. All across the realm, people were reacting.

“Holy shit,” someone muttered in awe.

“Oh my god, this is insane. That means the end is near, right?”

“It’s only been a few months though, damn.”

“It’s because of that damn Primordial… and nobody’s even managed to kill him.”

“Expected,” another said. “Did anyone really think they could kill that thing?”

By now, most had already given up on the idea of completing the [Ultimate Mission], the one that had been about killing Sam himself.

It was a goal that had become a joke among awakeners.

Because if they tried, they’d all die. And everyone knew it.

Another message popped up on Sam’s interface.

[Only one more =)]

He smirked faintly.

‘Yeah,’ he thought, sighing.

Only one more. He was already close to reaching Level 10 of the [Forsaken Rank].

Once he did, he could undertake his advancement task and move to the next rank entirely.

And beyond that… the final mission waited.

Once he completed the [Seventh Mission], he’d finally reach the last realm.

The place where everything would end.

Ding!

Another message appeared, softer this time.

[Since you have completed the sixth mission by yourself, and were the first one to do it, you also receive… a mystery box!]

Sam’s grin widened immediately.

‘Heh.’

The mystery boxes had never disappointed him.

They were how he had gotten the [Realm Map], the [Supernova] skill, and the [Primordial Prediction] ability, all of which had carried him through impossible battles.

Each time he opened one, his strength had grown in ways he couldn’t have imagined.

So the moment the box appeared in front of him, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.

‘Alright, let’s see what’s inside this one.’

But as he waited, nothing else appeared.

‘Huh.’

He tilted his head, blinking at the single box floating in front of him.

Normally, he would also get [Skill Tier Advancement Scrolls] or even a [Skill Evolution Scroll].

He’d gotten one of those for completing the fifth mission, after all.

But this time… nothing.

‘They’re getting greedy, huh.’

He couldn’t help but smirk.

Maybe whatever system or entity gave him these rewards decided he didn’t need them anymore.

To be fair, all his current skills were already tier two, and he could evolve them whenever he wanted.

So perhaps, in a sense, those scrolls really were useless now.

Still, it was strange not to get anything extra.

‘Alright,’ he thought, pushing the thought aside. ‘Nothing else to do but open that [Mystery Box], then.’

He cracked his knuckles and grinned, his eyes glinting with eagerness.

This would likely be the last one he ever opened in this realm.

And the reward it held… might decide how he faced the end.

He raised his hand, ready to open it.

Because after this, there was only one thing left to do—complete the [Seventh Mission].

And beyond that barrier ahead of him… no one knew what waited.

A final message flashed across his vision, interrupting the moment.

[You have a bad feeling about this.]

Sam rolled his eyes.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ he muttered under his breath.

‘Anyway!’

He clenched his fist, eyes focused on the mystery box before him, and smiled.

The light reflected off his burning eyes, filled with anticipation.

Whatever came next, he was ready.