Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 268

Chapter 268: The Light of King, All Celestials Are Awakened
Sam’s fists clenched tighter.

He could feel their auras now, each of them had grown exponentially stronger.

Lucien’s lightning split the air with every breath he took, arcs of blue and green energy crawling across his body like living veins, touching the ground and tearing the space between them.

Grok’s muscles bulged, steam rising from his skin as his veins glowed crimson like molten metal about to burst.

Damon’s ancient book floated before him, its pages turning on their own, flipping faster and faster, covered in golden runes that glimmered with unholy light.

Seris’s halo shone like the sun itself, her small frame trembling beneath the divine radiance pouring from her, her expression no longer uncertain but resolute.

Maeva’s glass halo refracted every bit of light around her, scattering illusions through the air.

Levi’s halo, shaped like a great eye, opened completely, its pupil spinning in slow, dreadful rotation like the eye of judgment itself.

And then there was Olivia.

Her rainbow wings spread wide, feathers glistening with shifting colors that pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, every single one radiating pure celestial power.

The [Light of the King].

That was what had changed them.

It wasn’t just a buff, it was an awakening.

Their powers had multiplied, their bodies transcended, their divinity sharpened.

It was as if the King had reached through the heavens and twisted their very beings to make them something more.

And all of this, every last ounce of that newfound strength, existed for one single reason—so that they could kill Sam.

The irony wasn’t lost on him.

He stood there, stripped of his skills, stripped of his abilities, facing seven divine beings made into monsters by a god’s hand.

[Truly… pathetic.]

The words flashed before his eyes, and he almost laughed.

Pathetic indeed.

The King had intervened.

Before this, the King had only observed, treating Sam’s rise as nothing more than entertainment, a show to amuse an immortal audience.

But now… he had stepped in, giving the celestials his own power.

That meant only one thing.

‘He said this was the second-to-last challenge before reaching his realm,’ Sam thought, his jaw tightening. ‘The last one must be the [Seventh Mission].’

He knew it now.

He was standing right before the wall separating him from the King’s domain.

But the odds—

The odds had gone from impossible to nonexistent.

Each of these celestials, with their current strength, could probably clear the [Sixth Zone] alone, and together, they might even conquer the seventh.

Still, giving up wasn’t an option.

‘I can’t… give up,’ Sam thought, his eyes burning. ‘Come on… there has to be something.’

The first thing he did was try to use his [Abilities].

His skills were sealed, but maybe his innate abilities weren’t.

Primordial Prediction!

If he could just see a few seconds ahead, even five moves into the future, it would be enough to change everything.

But of course…

[“Primordial Prediction” has been nullified.]

‘Damn it.’

[It said both skills AND abilities will be fully nullified.]

‘I know, but I have to try.’

He grit his teeth.

If abilities were sealed, then that left only one path, his [Class Skills].

‘If those are nullified too, then it’s over.’

He steadied his breathing.

Void Watcher!

Silver light flared in his eyes, the power of his [Void] affinity resonating deep within him.

And then the panel appeared.

[Void Watcher: They feel stronger than ever, and will hunt you down, face them.]

‘HOLY SHIT.’

His eyes widened.

The same way his affinities had resisted the [Primordial Blocker], it seemed his class skills, bound to those affinities, still worked.

A spark of hope flared within him.

It wasn’t much, but it was something.

‘Most of my class skills are just passive effects,’ he thought, ‘but two of them might actually help.’

[Blood Verdict] and [Stars of Hatred].

Those two could turn the tide.

He activated [Determination Intuition] next, and instantly, he saw it, their determination.

Each of the celestials was burning with it.

Their resolve glowed around them like blazing pillars of light, so immense it nearly made him tremble.

‘Did the King’s buff amplify their determination too?! Or were they always this strong-willed?’

It didn’t matter.

Their determination rivaled that of the [Darkness Monarch].

The air itself shook from the sheer force of it.

And yet…

[Stay determined.]

His own aura burned brighter than before.

Even the system acknowledged it.

He refused to die here. No matter what, he would keep going.

He took a deep breath, centering himself.

The moment of silence shattered.

Fwish! BOOM!

Grok rushed forward.

The ground split beneath his feet, leaving craters in his wake.

“Haha!” Grok roared, his voice booming across the plains. “These powers—! They’re incredible! I’ve never felt STRONGER!”

He swung his massive arm forward.

Sam dodged the first blow, barely avoiding a shockwave that cracked the air.

Another strike came, faster this time. Then another.

Sam moved in rhythm, his body flickering back and forth, narrowly evading each hit.

But—

“S-Stay in place,” Seris whispered, pressing her glowing palms to the ground.

Light spread like wildfire beneath Sam’s feet.

Vines of pure gold shot out from the earth, wrapping around his ankle.

“Oh—”

He didn’t even have time to break free.

BOOM!

Grok’s punch landed squarely in Sam’s chest.

The air exploded outward.

For a split second, Sam’s pupils disappeared.

His mind went blank.

He could swear his soul left his body as he crashed through the kingdom’s gate, stone shattering like paper around him.

Fwoooosh!

He was sent flying.

He tumbled across the land, smashing into the ground over and over until finally, his body came to a stop in the [First Zone].

The plains stretched endlessly before him.

“…D…a…mn…”

The grass beneath him felt more real than anything else.

He had taken an attack that could have killed anyone else outright, and yet—

[Get up.]

The panel appeared before his eyes.

And somehow, his body obeyed.

He stood.

Shaking, coughing, barely holding himself together.

‘I… can’t stop…’

The vast plains of the [First Zone] surrounded him now.

This would be the arena.

The place where everything ended.

It was open, wide, and unforgiving—perfect for a fight to the death.

Fwish! Fwish! BOOM!

The celestials arrived moments later, landing in a half-circle around him.

Their halos and weapons glowed like small suns.

“Still alive?” Lucien tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Surprising.”

“T-This can’t be,” Grok snarled. “I hit him so hard—looks like I’ll just have to hit him even HARDER!”

Sam didn’t move.

He didn’t flinch.

He simply stared at them, silent.

Fwish… BOOM!

And then, beside him, the [Primordial Clone] landed.

The smile on its face returned.

‘Do you think we can win?’ Sam asked it silently, taking his stance again. ‘This… seems impossible.’

The clone didn’t move for a moment.

It just stared at him. Then, slowly, its grin widened.

Its mouth opened slightly.

[De…ter…mina..tion…]

Sam froze.

‘!!!’

It was the first time the clone had ever spoken.

Its voice was broken and distorted, but still, it echoed through the plains like a prophecy.

Hearing it lit something inside him.

A fire.

Even if the whole world was watching through the [Upper Realm] panels, even if Seraphine and Belle saw every second of it, Sam didn’t care.

This was it. Now or never.

He took a breath.

And at that exact moment—

Ding!

[You have summoned a “Star of Hatred.”]

‘Oh.’