Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: The Demon of Hatred, The Primordial is Dead?
DEMON OF HATRED!

The moment he activated the fourth ability of his [Stars of Hatred], the stars around him began to shift.

They moved in a perfect pattern, forming a spiral that descended toward the ground in front of Sam, melting into it like drops of molten fire.

Within seconds, they formed a demonic ritual circle, vast, pulsating, and filled with dark crimson light that radiated pure destruction.

And once it reached its peak…

BOOM!

A massive explosion erupted before Sam, shaking the world itself.

Even though he couldn’t move, as he was within the effects of [Death Stop], the entire scene unfolded in front of him like a painting frozen in motion.

His body was stuck, but his thoughts were racing.

The fact that his ability continued to work while time itself was slowed made no sense.

Not to mention, the demonic circle still pulsed and grew brighter, unaffected by the stopped time.

He didn’t even have time to think about what the ability would do, or how powerful it was supposed to be, because suddenly…

Beep!

[Time will resume.]

His heart tightened.

Through the layer of crimson energy in front of him, he could still see the [Beam of Eternity] roaring just beyond the explosion.

It was frozen there, almost touching him, its light consuming everything around it.

He knew that the moment time resumed, that beam would strike him instantly, erasing him from existence without a trace.

This was death. Absolute and certain.

And yet, for some reason, he felt like he could keep going now.

Like something deep inside of him had awakened, ready to defy the inevitable.

He wanted to check the description of this new ability, he always did before using one.

But this time, he couldn’t.

There was no time left.

And so…

Ding!

[Time is resumed.]

‘Protect me, whatever you are,’ Sam thought.

The beam instantly exploded forward with full force—

BOOM!

—but it never reached him.

For several long seconds, the [Beam of Eternity] roared with unmatched power, shaking the entire battlefield, flooding it with violent purple energy.

The blast was so immense that the land beneath it fractured, creating waves of burning mist that covered everything in sight.

And yet, Sam stood there, untouched.

A dark crimson aura shimmered before him, absorbing the beam’s fury.

He couldn’t see through the light, but he could feel it, something powerful, something hateful, protecting him.

He took that small moment, while the beam was still firing, to finally check the description of the ability he’d just unleashed.

He needed to know what was happening.

—

[Stars of Hatred abilities based on number of stars activated:]

[One Star — Hatred Boost]

[Two Stars — Hatred Beam]

[Three Stars — Hatred Swords]

[Four Stars — Demon of Hatred: Summons the “Demon of Hatred”, which the user can control, to help them in battle. The demon has the power of the three previous abilities.]

[Five Stars — ???]

—

‘Damn!’ Sam thought.

He already knew what the first three did, but the fourth… this was something else.

‘Wait, so I can control it? And it can use the three previous powers too?’

That realization hit him like lightning.

The [Demon of Hatred] could freely use [Hatred Boost], [Hatred Beam], and [Hatred Swords].

It was like a living, breathing embodiment of everything destructive within him.

No wonder this was the fourth ability, it was insanely powerful.

Still, his eyes flickered back to the fifth one.

It was hidden, locked behind question marks.

He wondered what kind of hatred he’d have to feel to unlock that final ability.

And how terrifying it would be once he did.

After about thirty seconds, the beam finally ended.

The energy faded. The smoke slowly began to settle.

And Damon’s triumphant voice echoed across the battlefield.

“It is done,” Damon shouted, his tone filled with victory. “VICTORY IS OURS!”

At once, the other celestials who had run from the attack turned back.

They stared at the massive field of purple smoke and destruction, wide grins spreading across their faces.

They couldn’t sense any trace of Sam’s presence.

The mist, thick and swirling, marked where the beam had struck; there was no sign of movement, no life.

There was no chance the primordial had survived this.

The energy of that beam could have wiped out entire continents.

If Sam had been caught in it; and they knew he had been; it was over. Truly over.

Across the realm, every being who watched felt it too.

They all knew what that meant.

No one could survive such an attack without dodging or defending.

And Sam had done neither.

…

“It can’t be…” Seraphine whispered.

Her body fell back onto the couch, her trembling hands covering her mouth.

“There’s… no way…”

“Be careful…” Belle tried to speak, but tears had already filled her eyes. “I… fuck…”

She wanted to comfort her friend, but what could she possibly say?

They had just watched their friend die.

“It was so unfair too…” Seraphine gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with anger and grief. “They didn’t even fight fairly…”

“They knew they couldn’t win otherwise,” Belle said quietly. “Those bastards…”

Both of them felt a storm of emotion. They wanted revenge.

But they also knew that if Sam, even in his full power, couldn’t win, then they stood no chance.

It was useless. Completely hopeless.

“It’s over,” Seraphine whispered.

Belle didn’t reply. She just nodded, silently crying.

“Maybe,” Seraphine forced a bitter smile, “at least… we’ll join him soon.”

“Right,” Belle said softly.

Everyone knew they had fought beside Sam.

The celestials would come for them next.

It was the end of the line.

And only now did they truly understand the danger Sam had always carried on his shoulders.

They had thought he was unbeatable. Invincible.

The Primordial, beyond all others.

But seeing what happened now, they realized the truth.

And across the entire [Upper] realm, the reactions were mixed.

Some cheered. Some stayed silent. Many didn’t care.

Who would mourn him, besides the few who truly knew him?

…

Back at the battlefield.

“So what now?” Lucien asked as he approached Damon, whose towering [Mage of Eternity] form still stood like a god above the ruins.

“Nothing,” Damon said with a tired smile. “I just… wait for the system to give me the reward, right?”

Since Damon had dealt the final blow, he was the one who would receive the credit for completing the [Ultimate Mission].

The others didn’t mind.

It was a victory for all of them. The final primordial was gone.

Their kind had been fully eradicated. Forever.

They grinned to themselves, some even laughing.

Finally, they had won.

…

But in the center of that battlefield, amidst the thick purple mist, a faint sound echoed.

A slow, steady breath. And then another.

Sam’s body stirred.

He slowly rose from his kneeling position, crimson light glowing faintly from his eyes.

He exhaled deeply, and his aura pulsed outward.

Aura Radar!

A crimson wave burst from him, cutting through the fog like a knife.

He sensed them immediately, the seven celestials, surrounding him, all unaware that he was still alive.

They truly believed they had won.

Sam’s lips curled into a small, cold smile.

He didn’t waste a second. He stepped forward.

The mist began to thin, shifting with his movement, and within moments, the world around him became visible again.

And when he saw it… his breath stopped for just a moment.

There, standing before him, was the [Demon of Hatred].

A humanoid form made entirely from swirling crimson aura, its body outlined by shadows and chaos.

The air around it distorted.

It was roughly the same height as Sam, but its form was monstrous.

Two massive horns curved from its skull. Two wide wings of black fire spread behind it.

It radiated pure destruction and hate.

‘Hey,’ Sam said in his mind.

The demon turned toward him. It didn’t have a mouth.

Only two glowing white eyes with crimson pupils that burned with rage.

‘Let’s kill them all,’ Sam said.

The demon nodded once. It didn’t need words.

In its hands, two [Swords of Hatred] materialized, massive, crackling with energy.

Sam grinned, his eyes glowing brighter.

The mist around them vibrated from the combined force of their hatred.

[The end is near.]

‘Yeah,’ Sam replied, his expression dark and determined. ‘Now it really is. Either the demon kills them… or I die. And this time, there won’t be any tricks to save me.’

He clenched his fists. The demon flared with power.

Together, their combined aura made the very air tremble.