Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 317

Chapter 317: Heading to the Soul Castle, A Way To Increase The Primordial Race?!
“He’s the last Primordial.”

Undyne announced it as calmly as she could, even though she already knew the reaction would be severe.

And it was.

“WHAT?”

“Oh no…”

“He’s not evil, is he?”

All of the women around them tried to glance at Sam from where they stood, stretching their necks or peering between shoulders, trying to catch even a glimpse of his face or read something, anything, from his expression.

Undyne let out a slow breath before speaking again, knowing this would only get harder the longer it dragged on.

“Let’s head to my castle,” she said evenly.

“We will be able to explain things there, even if only a little, and you will also be able to ask questions.”

“Hah…” Sam grinned, clearly unfazed by the tension around him.

“Sure.”

The moment that grin appeared on his face, a visible shudder ran through the crowd.

Several of the women stiffened instinctively, and even Undyne herself felt a chill crawl up her spine.

“Please don’t grin anymore…” she said calmly, though her voice carried a hint of strain.

“It is… terrifying.”

At the very least, that reaction settled one thing for everyone present.

There was no doubt left that Sam truly was a Primordial.

And since all the others were long dead, that meant he really was the last one.

None of them dared to approach him after that, and it was not only because of the soldiers standing close to the queen.

It was because they feared that if anyone so much as provoked Sam emotionally, he might go on a rampage that none of them could stop.

Sam noticed their fear, of course, and he did not need any special ability to sense it.

He did not know how he was supposed to feel about the fact that people always seemed terrified of him.

But if he was being honest with himself, he did not really care all that much.

‘As long as I can get rid of the [Colossals],’ he thought calmly.

‘Then everything will be fine.’

They began marching toward the massive castle visible in the distance, its towering structure dominating the skyline of the [Soul Kingdom].

Several people followed behind them almost immediately, and as they continued walking, even more joined in.

Despite that, everyone kept a noticeable distance from Sam, as if an invisible barrier surrounded him.

Sam glanced around as they moved through the streets, taking in the surroundings with a sharp eye.

Even though the [Soul Kingdom] itself was enormous, far larger than he initially expected, there surprisingly were not that many people living within it.

The main characteristics of the race were obvious enough.

They all had antlers similar to Undyne and Vyxen, and every single one of them was female.

But beyond that, their population felt thin, almost fragile, spread out across such a vast space.

Undyne noticed his gaze shifting and did not bother pretending she did not know what he was thinking.

“Most of our people were killed by the [Primordials],” she said quietly but firmly.

“And the rest by the [King].”

She paused for a brief moment before continuing.

“There are only around ten thousand of us left.”

Sam raised an eyebrow slightly at that.

“How long has it been?” he asked.

“You must be pretty damn old—”

He stopped himself mid-sentence when Undyne suddenly shot him a sharp glare.

Sam coughed lightly, realizing a little too late that his wording might not have been the best.

To him, though, it was a reasonable question.

If all the males were gone, then their lifespan had to be fairly long.

Otherwise, it would not make sense for their race to have survived this long at all.

“The timeline of events is… confusing, even to me,” Undyne replied after a moment.

“But it has not been as long as you seem to think.”

“Hm.”

Sam accepted that answer without pushing further, deciding it was not worth pressing the issue right now.

After roughly twenty minutes of walking, they finally reached the castle gates.

The structure was even more imposing up close, its walls thick and ancient, carrying the weight of countless battles and tragedies.

They all entered together, and the doors closed behind them with a deep, echoing sound.

Undyne turned back toward the people who had followed them, as the majority of them were still gathered nearby.

“Do not fret,” she announced, her voice echoing through the hall.

“We will try our hardest to end all of this soon.”

“Perhaps this being is the way to peace.”

Her words were met with murmurs rather than reassurance.

“You think a [Primordial] will save us?”

“What kind of bullshit is this!?”

“He’s probably waiting for an opportunity to finish the job.”

“He’s mad that his kind didn’t end it before!”

The skepticism was thick, heavy enough to feel almost tangible in the air.

And honestly, it was justified.

Even Undyne herself did not fully trust Sam.

But that did not matter right now.

It was either this gamble, or slowly waiting for their entire race to fade into extinction.

Undyne shook her head gently, signaling the end of the discussion for now.

“Mother,” Vyxen said quietly, gripping Undyne’s clothing with both hands.

“Is this…”

“The end is near,” Undyne replied calmly, finishing her daughter’s thought.

“We can feel it with our antlers.”

“I know.”

“Yes…”

Both Undyne’s and Vyxen’s antlers began to glow faintly, a soft blue flame dancing along their edges.

Their antlers possessed a special ability that made them incredibly important to their people.

In fact, it was one of the main reasons Undyne had been chosen as queen, aside from her overwhelming strength.

That subtle glow was a warning, one that only those of their lineage could truly understand.

They soon arrived in an empty room deep within the castle.

The space was quiet, isolated from the rest of the structure.

“You can leave,” Undyne told her soldiers calmly.

“I will be able to handle this myself.”

The soldiers nodded without hesitation.

They already knew that their presence was largely unnecessary here.

Undyne was more than capable of protecting herself.

“Well,” Undyne said as she took a seat on one of the couches.

Vyxen sat down beside her shortly after.

“I suppose we can talk a little now.”

Sam did not respond right away.

Instead, he slowly scanned the room they were in.

It was a medium-sized chamber with little decoration.

Two couches faced one another, with a simple table placed between them.

There was nothing else of note.

It looked like a room meant purely for discussions and nothing more.

“So,” Undyne said, breaking the silence.

“What is your goal?”

“I know it may seem obvious, but I want to hear it from you.”

“To slaughter all of those in my way,” Sam replied with a grin.

“No matter who.”

A shiver ran down both Undyne’s and Vyxen’s spines as they heard him say that.

They exchanged a brief glance with one another, both clearly unsettled.

“In that case,” Sam continued casually.

“That would be the [Colossals] and the [King].”

“I want to get rid of them and go back to the people I care about.”

“S-So even you have people you care about?” Vyxen asked softly.

Her voice carried a hint of disbelief, as if she had never truly considered that Sam could feel something like that.

“Of course,” Sam shrugged.

“I have a few heroines waiting for me back home.”

“Hah,” Undyne chuckled lightly at that.

“I suppose you really want to bring back your race, then.”

Sam’s expression shifted into one of confusion as he looked at her.

“What?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“I just want to make sure they’re safe.”

“I wasn’t talking about that,” Undyne said as she shook her head.

Sam’s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly not following her train of thought.

“But…”

“Do you know the only way for more Primordials to appear?” Undyne asked.

“You seem completely unaware.”

“No idea,” Sam replied honestly, shrugging again.

“Well,” Undyne said, her tone turning serious.

“The only way for your race to grow again is for you to reproduce.”

“Any child born from you and another female will always be a Primordial.”

[Wowzers.]

That single statement was enough to make something click in Sam’s head.

It was as if a fuse had suddenly been lit.

“Oh,” he said slowly.

“I didn’t know that, so I didn’t… you know.”

“It’s fine,” Undyne sighed.

“But I think it’s time we talk about the really important things now.”

The atmosphere in the room grew heavier as Undyne released her aura.

Her eyes flared with power as she prepared to speak.