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Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely-Chapter 84: The First Battle Realm Fight
Chapter 84: The First Battle Realm Fight
"It’s almost funny," Sam’s opponent said with a wide grin, pointing his silver sword directly at him. "If it were any other race, I might be cautious. But humans?"
He laughed loudly, arrogant confidence radiating off him.
"The universe is on our side this time."
Sam didn’t flinch.
His expression remained unreadable as he slid into a relaxed stance, both hands ready at any moment to call forth his power.
His eyes calmly met the elf’s.
"And why is that?" Sam asked, voice calm.
He already knew what the elf meant, but more information never hurt.
The elf looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled like it was the dumbest question in the world.
"Why?" he echoed. "Because your world is the last one still stuck in the Fourth Layer. Every other realm has already conquered the [Forsaken Realm], well, except for one, and they’re nearly done."
"Hm," Sam said simply.
"That means, in the grand scheme of things, your people are the weakest. Our awakeners are leagues ahead of yours. You stand no chance."
"Is that so?" Sam tilted his head, a faint grin forming at the corner of his lips. "That’s unfortunate."
It made sense.
If the elves, and the rest of the otherworlders, had already cleared the six layers, then by now, their average awakeners would be high-level masters, ascendants, or maybe even Forsaken Rank.
That meant Sam was fighting someone from a world with more advanced skills and deeper resources.
But even so... Sam’s grin widened as crimson aura flickered in his eyes.
"We’re the same rank and level right now, aren’t we?" he asked. "So none of that matters."
The elf’s smile twisted into a snarl.
Silver light sparked around him as his blade thrummed with energy.
"You’re delusional if you think equality in rank means you stand a chance."
Sam remained still, unfazed by the threat.
He had already seen enough arrogance from these elves to know that their confidence didn’t always come from strength.
Sometimes it came from ignorance.
He inspected his opponent more closely.
An elf, slightly taller than Sam, with long dark violet hair and elegant cross-shaped piercings in both ears.
His uniform looked ceremonial, flawless white, lined with golden symbols, and the silver sword in his hand glowed faintly, as though it was enchanted.
"My sword was crafted by the elite," the elf declared, stepping forward proudly, "It has slain monsters and beasts your kind has never even seen. You will fall before it."
"Cool," Sam said, unimpressed.
He snapped his fingers.
Fwoosh!
A wave of mixed aura burst from his body: black, silver, orange... and now a darker crimson.
His [Forsaken Clone] emerged in front of him, standing tall and still, its aura pulsing with power.
Sam noticed the crimson hue was stronger than before, likely due to [Hatred] continuing to influence his evolution.
The moment the clone looked at the elf—Fwish!—It moved.
In the blink of an eye, it dashed forward, blade in hand, slashing down without hesitation.
The elf barely reacted in time.
His eyes widened in alarm as he instinctively activated a support skill, [Gracious Buff], and raised his glowing sword to meet the clone’s attack.
Clang!
Steel rang out as the weapons collided.
The force of the strike shook the elf’s arm, but he managed to hold his ground.
He tried to smirk—
Slash!
Another swing came, just as strong as the first. Then another. And another.
The elf gritted his teeth as he deflected blow after blow.
He activated a secondary skill, [Weak Point], to analyze the clone’s movements and look for any potential opening.
But he saw none.
Slash! Block! Parry! Clash!
Over a dozen strikes came in less than three seconds.
The clone didn’t tire, didn’t falter, didn’t hesitate.
Its face was cloaked in darkness, only the glowing red eyes visible, watching the elf with something close to amusement.
It was toying with him.
"W-What...?" the elf muttered as he stepped back slightly.
His footing was beginning to slip.
Ding!
A system notification echoed in the sky.
[To clarify: A battle can only end in two ways. Either one awakener dies, or one says "I give up" out loud.]
[If an awakener gives up, they will be disqualified and returned to their world. Their memories of the Battle Realm will be erased, except for any rewards they may have earned.]
[Only the strongest shall remember.]
Sam narrowed his eyes.
’So that’s why no one knew anything about this place.’
The moment someone gave up, their mind was wiped.
And if they died... well, obviously, they couldn’t talk about it either.
It made sense now why only the elite awakeners ever whispered anything about the [Battle Realm].
Humanity hadn’t made it far enough to remember.
Clang! Slash!
His attention snapped back to the fight.
The elf was still desperately holding on, until the clone’s blade suddenly cleaved through his sword.
Crack!
The silver blade shattered into two pieces.
The elf stared at the remains of his weapon, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"W-What?! But this sword, this was crafted by the elite, it was blessed, how!?"
The clone didn’t speak. It raised its sword again.
Realizing the danger, the elf panicked.
"I GIVE—!"
Slash!
Too late. The clone’s blade sliced through him before he could finish the words.
There was no mercy, no hesitation. Just a clean, final blow.
The elf’s body dropped. Dead. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Sam exhaled calmly as the clone stepped back.
The fight had ended before he ever lifted a finger.
He walked forward and raised his own [Primordial Sword], its edge glowing with tendrils.
They reached down and tore the elf’s heart from his chest, pulling it into the blade.
A rush of energy surged through Sam, but not enough to level up.
Still, it confirmed one important thing. He could absorb people from other worlds, too.
Sam grinned, his eyes still glowing faintly.
[They shall fear us.]
With a final wave, he dismissed the clone.
It faded away with a flick of its aura, seemingly proud of its work.
Ding!
[The first battle of the Battle Realm is over.]
A small screen appeared in front of him.
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[Sam Walker]
[Number of Battles: 1]
[Wins: 1]
[Battle Tokens: 10]
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’So ten tokens per win, huh?’
He’d check the shop soon and see what kind of rewards were being offered. But for now, he was just glad to be done.
A gentle blue light enveloped him as his body began to fade.
Fwish!
He reappeared in the streets of the [Battle Kingdom], right where he had been before.
And beside him—
"Sam!"
Lily ran up to him. Alicia and Chloe were right behind her.
"I... I killed him," Lily said quietly, looking down at her hands. She clenched her fists, "It had to be done."
"Mine gave up," Alicia said with a shrug.
"Same," Chloe sighed. "It’s good that surrender’s an option, but losing your memories of the whole place? That’s harsh. No wonder we never heard anything."
Sam gave a short nod. He was glad to see they were all safe. Anything could’ve happened.
Ding!
[The second round of battles will occur tomorrow. Use your time wisely.]
[You may visit the "Battle Castle" to spend your tokens.]
’I guess this really is just the first major arc of the game,’ Sam thought. ’No telling what might happen next...’
Sam understood that if this was in [Forsakened], this [Battle Realm] would have simply served for the players to meet Seraphine, test their skills, and discover that there were other worlds.
But for now, he and the girls started making their way toward the castle.
They’d see what rewards were offered, and prepare for what was coming.
[The feeling of DOOM you had has intensified.]
Sam didn’t react.
Whatever this realm threw at him next, he’d be ready.
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