Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Divine Roots, But It Kept Refusing… Until Death
But what he didn’t expect, and even less what the celestials expected, was that when the aura finally calmed down and the air stopped shaking around them, silence followed.

Everyone just stood there, eyes wide, unable to process what had happened.

“Holy shit…”

“No fucking way…”

“DAMN, B-BE CAREFUL!”

The moment the dust cleared, Grok’s body was seen flying in the opposite direction, crashing violently against the ground.

His face was unrecognizable, swollen and disfigured beyond recognition.

His teeth were shattered, and blood poured from his mouth like a river.

He was barely conscious, his eyes rolling back as he struggled to breathe.

And all of that came from a single punch.

The sheer force behind it was unreal.

But when Sam looked at the clone that threw it, he saw the price it had paid.

Its hand was twisted in the wrong direction, completely broken from the impact.

Even though it had no pain receptors, it was obvious how much force it had used to deliver that hit.

“SERIS!” Lucien shouted, panic flashing across his face. “WE’LL COVER YOU! HEAL HIM NOW!”

“Y-Yes!” Seris stammered, rushing toward Grok’s broken body.

Meanwhile, Sam dropped back to the ground and ran to stand beside his clone.

The clone’s smile was still there, wide and unsettling, even with its ruined hand.

It didn’t care about the damage, it simply turned to Sam with the same eerie grin.

Sam, on the other hand, was expressionless.

He didn’t feel victory or relief.

He only focused, ready to keep fighting.

Around them, the remaining celestials closed in again, forming a circle to give Seris the space to work.

Thunder cracked.

Lucien raised his hand, and bolts of lightning flew through the air.

Thunder Spear!

Sam dodged the attack, barely slipping past it as it exploded behind him.

Another spell came from Damon’s direction, golden runes flying like bullets.

Sam ducked under them, countering with a burst of movement, while the clone fought beside him, still smiling as if mocking the heavens.

It was holding on better than anyone expected, blocking and dodging strikes without stepping back once.

“We know this won’t last forever,” Sam muttered, grinning faintly despite the pressure. “Just a little longer.”

“Agreed,” Lucien said coldly, his arm lifting again as lightning sparked between his fingers. “You’ve caused enough trouble already.”

“Lightning Rain!”

The sky above them twisted violently as clouds thickened and spun.

Bolts of lightning rained down in relentless waves, striking everything.

The ground burned, air crackled, and the sound was deafening.

But Sam and the clone kept dodging, moving as one.

They rolled, jumped, and dashed through the flashes, each near miss blinding their vision but not breaking their rhythm.

Still, the storm didn’t end.

Lucien was going all in.

Meanwhile—

Divine Roots!

Seris pressed her trembling hands into the ground, and golden vines burst upward beneath Grok.

They twisted and wrapped around his broken body, glowing brighter with each pulse of divine light.

She was shaking, sweat dripping down her forehead, as she desperately tried to control them.

The vines thickened, glowing so much that they almost blinded the others nearby.

For nearly a full minute, Seris focused completely, her voice cracking as she whispered prayers.

And then, finally…

The light faded.

Grok rose from the ground once more, his wounds gone.

His skin had mended, his face was restored.

He looked the same again, except for the burning rage in his eyes.

“W-Watch out,” Seris said weakly, stumbling backward. “I-I can’t do that again…”

“Thanks,” Grok grunted, flexing his fists, his voice low and trembling with fury. “Now… I’ll destroy them.”

He turned to face the primordial clone, the same one that had crushed his skull, and his entire body tensed with rage.

But the clone, even while dodging lightning, turned its head toward him with that same wide, knowing smile.

For a moment, Grok froze.

That smile sent a chill through his entire body.

The clone raised its unbroken hand, flexing it slowly, as if saying, “I’ve still got one left. I can do it again.”

Grok understood instantly.

His eyes widened, his jaw tightening.

“M-Maybe it’s best if you stay back,” Seris whispered, frightened. “Let the others handle them…”

“No.”

Grok got to his feet, stepping forward without hesitation.

His aura flared, shaking the ground.

“We already agreed we’d go all out. Even if some of us die, we don’t stop.”

“R-Right, but—”

“There’s no ‘but.'”

He looked her straight in the eyes.

“We kill that thing. No matter what.”

Seris hesitated for a long moment, then sighed and nodded.

“True,” she said softly, her expression hardening.

But before she could even move again—

ZAP!

One of the lightning bolts struck the clone dead on.

Its body twisted and distorted, flickering violently like static.

‘SHIT!’ Sam’s eyes widened. ‘NOT GOOD!’

If he lost his primordial clone, it was over. Without it, he was dead.

Ding!

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

A crimson star appeared, floating beside Sam.

But he didn’t use it right away.

He knew burning it now for a single [Hatred Boost] wouldn’t change much.

He needed something more.

And so—

Blood Verdict!

Sam’s eyes flared with yellow light, sharp and piercing.

The moment the skill activated, a strange wave of energy pulsed out from his body.

Ding!

[Do you wish to judge “Lucien,” “Damon,” “Maeva,” “Olivia,” “Seris,” “Grok,” and “Levi”?]

“Yes.”

As soon as he confirmed, a new panel appeared before every celestial.

[You are being judged by the Primordial.]

[There is no escape anymore.]

“What… is that?” Maeva frowned, looking at her glowing panel.

“Who cares?” Olivia snapped. “Just kill him. It’s over. His clone’s already dead.”

But she was wrong.

Because suddenly—

Fwish!

[But the “Primordial Clone” refused.]

Even though it had been hit directly, even though the lightning should’ve erased it completely… the clone didn’t die.

Its body flickered violently, twisting in space, but it forced itself to stay.

It was resisting death itself.

‘It knows…’ Sam realized. ‘It knows we can’t revive. It’s pushing through.’

But the more it resisted, the more distorted it became.

[We don’t have that much plot armor. If we get hit again, we can’t “refuse.”]

‘Figured. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.’

But even as Sam tried to focus—

BAM!

More lightning struck nearby, shaking the ground.

And then, Damon raised his hand.

Magical Letters!

The book floating around him expanded, its pages flipping at insane speed.

Runes burst from its surface, flying through the air like glowing daggers.

Each letter turned sharp, slicing through stone and air alike.

Sam and the clone dodged as best they could, barely avoiding getting shredded.

‘Damn it…’

BAM!

Another strike hit the clone directly.

It disappeared for a moment, then flickered back into existence, more warped than before.

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

The second star appeared, spinning violently beside Sam.

But he barely had time to look before another attack came.

Maeva’s hands touched her halo.

It began to glow, refracting light through a thousand fragments.

A ray of light surged forward, pure and devastating, heading straight for Sam and the clone.

At the same time, she beat her wings rapidly, sending a rain of feathers slicing through the air.

Each feather gleamed like a blade.

Sam and the clone were trapped, attacks coming from every angle.

He tried to close the distance, to reach any of them, but—

Slash!

“Argh!”

One of Olivia’s feathers slashed across his body, drawing blood instantly.

Another one followed. And another. They weren’t stopping.

The feathers, the light, the lightning, all of it came down like an endless storm meant to erase him completely.

The clone was still moving, trying to defend itself, but it was being hit repeatedly.

Its form flickered violently, its edges blurring like smoke.

And finally—

“DIE!” Lucien roared, raising his arm one final time.

He hurled a [Thunder Spear] that exploded against the clone’s chest, blasting it apart.

The air rippled. The light vanished. And the clone was gone.

This time, for good.

Ding!

[The “Primordial Clone” has died.]

Sam froze, his chest tightening.

‘Damn…’

“You’re alone now,” Lucien said, his weapon returning to his hand with a crackle of thunder, “Pathetic.”

And at that moment—

Ding!

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

A third crimson star appeared, spinning furiously beside Sam.