Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Overcharging the Magnetic Field, Cutting Metyr’s Arm
Cooldown Breaker!

[Which skill do you wish to reset the cooldown of?]

As soon as Sam revived, he used the tiny window of time he had before the magnetic field crushed him again, forcing himself to move with precision rather than panic.

He already knew he would die in the next heartbeat, but even a fraction of a second was enough if he stayed focused.

‘Primordial Barrier!’

He selected the skill instantly, watching the panel rise in front of him with cold clarity as its cooldown dropped straight to zero.

Ding!

[“Primordial Barrier” is available again!]

Bam! Bam!

The barrier materialized around him with perfect timing, taking the full brunt of the magnetic field instead of allowing Sam’s body to be torn apart.

The weight of the field slammed against the barrier repeatedly, zapping it.

“Seriously?” Metyr sighed, the sound filled with exhaustion and disbelief as he observed Sam inside the sphere of light,, “What’s the purpose of doing this? I am not going to let go, no matter how long it lasts.”

“I know.” Sam grinned slowly, “Even if it takes a thousand years, right?”

Metyr’s eyes flickered with a sharp, uneasy glow when he saw Sam’s expression shift.

There was something ancient and unsettling about the way Sam smiled in that moment, a look Metyr had only seen from creatures far beyond mortal reason.

No matter how strong an opponent was, no matter how composed they liked to pretend they were, there were certain expressions only [Primordials] could make that bypassed pride and cut straight into instinctual fear.

If they ever smiled like that, it always meant one of three things: either they had a plan, their mind had snapped, or they were about to unleash a rampage.

No matter which one it was, it was never a good thing.

Metyr had witnessed that same expression several times in the past, back when he fought beings even more terrifying than Sam was now.

Sam’s face was darkened by the pressure of his aura, almost completely veiled, with only his eyes visible as they glowed with his affinities and the shape of his grin.

“After so long…” Metyr muttered before gritting his teeth, lightning sparking through his eyes.”You reveal your true nature.”

Sam had no idea what Metyr meant by that, nor did he care enough to ask.

He only focused on lifting his sword, even as the magnetic field hammered against the barrier around him.

Primordial Lightning!

The sky beyond the battlefield began to churn immediately, twisting and condensing until storm clouds formed from nothing.

A realm without weather suddenly roared to life, as if the heavens themselves recognized the call of his skill.

Metyr tightened his focus on Sam, maintaining the pressure of the field without a single slip.

He understood better than anyone that Sam couldn’t be allowed even a second of freedom.

If the barrier collapsed again, Sam would die. And if Sam died without acting, Metyr would win.

The sliver of time Sam had inside the magnetic cage was barely measurable, and Metyr knew it was impossible for Sam to escape through normal means.

Even if Sam tried anything, Metyr had enough abilities prepared to shut it down before it even began.

So as soon as he sensed the shift in the air and saw the grin on Sam’s face deepen, he raised his head to the sky.

“What the…”

The sight of the swirling clouds made his eyes widen.

Recognition flashed across his face as he remembered exactly what this ability had done in Sam’s battles with the [Heavenly Monarch] and the [Hellish Monarch].

“No, you do not.” Metyr raised his arm calmly, even though his voice carried a hint of urgency, “Just give up, damn it.”

Spears of Light!

Dozens upon dozens of spears materialized in every direction, formed from condensed lightning and radiant energy, then launched toward Sam with pinpoint accuracy.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The spears crashed into Sam’s barrier, each one shaking it violently and draining its durability piece by piece.

Metyr attempted to overwhelm Sam by killing him before the Primordial Lightning could fully activate, sending even more spears with each passing heartbeat.

Bam! Bam!

The barrier was struck again and again, but Sam stayed focused despite the relentless blows.

He remained steady, ignoring Metyr’s voice, the fear, the pressure, and the threat of immediate death.

He kept his gaze on the sky.

And within seconds…

BAM! Crack!

The barrier shattered completely.

“No more attempts.” Metyr breathed heavily, lightning spilling from his mouth like smoke, “Stay down.”

He summoned another wave of spears and prepared to crush Sam again.

The magnetic field flared to strike—

ZAP!

But at that exact moment, a single lightning bolt fell from the heavens and slammed straight into Metyr’s body, sending ripples of destructive force across the platform.

“Are you… serious?” Metyr tightened the field around Sam, “Did you actually think a lightning ability could kill me?”

Sam said nothing.

He simply stared at Metyr with a blank expression, his breathing steady, his focus razor-sharp.

“Wow. You actually deserve to die.”

BAM!

The magnetic field’s electricity rose even more than before, frying Sam’s body in an instant.

But this time, unlike every previous death, Sam held on for the tiniest sliver of a moment.

And in that instant—

He aimed upward.

Zap! Zap! ZAP!

Dozens of lightning strikes erupted from the storm clouds, not toward Metyr, but toward the magnetic field itself.

Bam! BAM! BAM!

The cage began to distort as the lightning exploded against it relentlessly, each impact more violent than the last.

Zap!

[You have died.]

Sam’s body collapsed as expected, since his [Primordial Barrier] was gone, but the damage behind him did not disappear.

The lightning continued to pour down, hitting the magnetic field from all sides.

Strike after strike fell, heating the air until it shimmered, and thick mist rose from the point where Sam had stood.

The assault did not pause. It did not weaken.

“Idiotic.” Metyr muttered, summoning more spears with an irritated scowl, “I will end this.”

He tightened the magnetic field around the empty space where Sam revived, ready to kill him instantly with every respawn.

He also launched spear after spear into the mist in front of him, determined to erase any chance of Sam surviving.

But then—

Zap! Zap! Zap!

More lightning struck. More overcharging built up. More energy gathered in the core of the field.

The magnetic cage began to glow until its surface turned opaque, strained past its limit by the storm battering it.

And eventually…

BOOM!

A massive explosion tore through the battlefield.

Ding!

[Your “Magnetic Field” has broken]

“Huh?” Metyr’s expression blanked as he stared at the notification.

Only then did he fully understand Sam’s plan.

“FUCK.”

He immediately hurled every spear he had into the thick mist, unable to see even a silhouette inside it.

He crafted another spear directly into his own hand and held it defensively while rapidly creating more around him.

But then…

Silence. Not a single sound came from within the mist.

Metyr looked down at his hands. They were shaking.

It was not fear of Sam’s strength or the fight ahead.

It was fear of the unknown, uncertainty of what this primordial could do next.

And before Metyr could act—

ECLYPSE SLASH!

A bright flare erupted inside the mist, followed by a crescent of destructive light that surged toward him at impossible speed.

Metyr’s eyes widened behind his sunglasses as he moved, but even with his speed, he could not outrun the slash.

SLASH!

The attack tore through his left arm effortlessly, severing it cleanly.

“ARGH—!” Metyr roared as his arm hit the ground, “FUCK!”

He immediately burned the wound with lightning to stop the bleeding, then raised his head.

The mist was fading. Inside it, four crimson eyes stared back at him.

‘Not good…’