Reincarnated By The Weakest Primordial Being(but with OP growth twist)-Chapter 30: Something Big Is Coming

Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, landing gently on AK’s face. His body twitched, half-rested and half-exhausted from the relentless training of the past few days. He sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair, the faint soreness of muscles reminding him of Ajay’s cruel drills. Yet there was a strange sense of satisfaction in that ache. It was proof that his weak body was being reforged. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Still, his first thought wasn’t about training. It was about her.

"Maya..." AK whispered under his breath, his cheeks heating. The cool morning air couldn’t hide the warmth on his skin. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. No, I can’t get distracted... she’s the guild master, the Hunter Guild leader. She’s out of my reach.

Yet his chest betrayed him, thumping harder with each thought. With a smirk, he grabbed his towel, showered quickly, and dressed in fresh clothes. Before stepping out, he paused, applied a touch of perfume—just enough to be noticeable—and caught his reflection in the mirror. He wasn’t sure if he was preparing for training... or preparing to see her.

Moments later, his phone buzzed.

📞 Hazzy: "Come out, we’re waiting for you."

AK raised an eyebrow, peeked outside the window, and almost laughed. Parked in front of his house was the Hunter Guild’s official car, sleek and intimidating. Behind the wheel sat none other than Ajay.

"Great... now even chauffeurs are S-rank monsters," AK muttered with a grin. He locked the door, pocketed his phone, and strutted toward the car. Everyone was already inside. Hazzy gave him a mock glare, Phaphy waved lazily, Ash fiddled with his phone, and Aisha... smiled faintly, the kind of smile that never gave away what she was thinking.

"Morning," AK greeted, slipping inside. Ajay’s eyes flicked at him through the rearview mirror, then returned to the road. The car hummed forward, smooth and silent.

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The Ride to the Guild

It didn’t take long for the teasing to begin.

Hazzy leaned forward. "So, AK... did you put on extra perfume today for any particular reason?"

AK coughed. "It’s called hygiene, you caveman."

Phaphy smirked. "Nah, Hazzy’s right. He’s blushing. Hey, Ash, you think it’s because of—"

"Don’t you dare," AK snapped, cutting him off before Maya’s name left his lips.

But Aisha chuckled softly. "Looks like Hazzy isn’t wrong. Some people’s emotions are... obvious."

Hazzy and Phaphy burst out laughing, giving each other exaggerated winks. Even Ash, usually quiet, let out a grin.

"You’re all idiots," AK muttered, leaning back. His heart pounded harder, especially since Ajay was driving. If he heard—if Maya ever found out—

Yet Ajay didn’t say a word. He simply drove, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

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Entering the Hunter Guild

The car pulled up before the massive Hunter Guild headquarters, its towering glass walls reflecting the morning sun. For Hazzy, Phaphy, and Ash, the sight never got old. For AK, it was different—he remembered this building from a timeline no one else knew.

Inside, the marble floors echoed beneath their boots. Ajay led at the front while the group followed, still teasing AK under their breaths.

"Man, imagine AK confessing to Maya," Hazzy whispered to Phaphy.

"Yeah," Phaphy snorted. "She’d reject him so hard the system might give him a -10 Charm penalty."

Aisha, walking beside them, covered her mouth to hide her laugh. AK glared at them all. "One day, you’ll choke on your words."

They reached the training hall doors. AK’s eyes drifted—Maya’s office. Empty. For a moment, his chest tightened. But Ajay caught his gaze.

"Don’t worry," Ajay said calmly. "She’s already waiting for us inside the training room."

The words struck AK like lightning. Waiting... for us? Or for me? His heart betrayed him again, thumping faster as he pushed the thought away.

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Training Hall

When the doors opened, Maya stood at the center, poised like a queen of battle. Her presence commanded the entire room. Everyone bowed slightly in greeting, but AK, unable to stop himself, stepped forward first.

"Good morning, Guild Master," he said, his voice softer than he intended.

Her eyes flicked to him, sharp but curious. "You’re early for once. Impressive."

From behind, Hazzy whispered loudly, "Look at him go... simping level 99."

Phaphy nearly choked suppressing his laughter. Aisha shook her head, but even her lips curved.

Maya, noticing their snickers, sighed. "Enough." She raised her voice. "Positions!"

The teasing vanished instantly as everyone scrambled into formation. Maya’s gaze sharpened.

"Today’s focus—discipline. You don’t swing a sword like a child playing with sticks. You swing it to kill. Every strike must be decisive."

She demonstrated, her blade slicing through the air with flawless precision. The group mimicked her, though Hazzy almost lost grip of his sword, and Phaphy’s posture looked more like dancing than fighting.

Meanwhile, Ajay barked corrections like a drill sergeant.

"Hazzy, lower your stance!"

"Phaphy, stop twirling—this isn’t ballet!"

"Ash! Eyes on the enemy, not the floor!"

"Aisha—good. Keep steady."

AK, though, focused intently. Sweat dripped down his brow as he forced his weak body to match the form. Inside, he thought: I was once an SSS-rank hunter. Techniques are familiar. But this body... it has to endure.

Hours passed in repetition. Their arms trembled, sweat soaked their clothes, and yet Maya remained tireless, her expression unreadable.

Finally, Ajay called for a break.

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Lunch & Banter

The cafeteria buzzed with activity, hunters coming and going. Plates clattered, and the smell of rich curry and fried rice filled the air.

The group collapsed at a table, groaning from exhaustion.

"I’m dying," Hazzy muttered, stabbing his food.

"You were already dead," Phaphy teased. "Ajay just buried you today."

Ash, distracted, stared at his untouched food. His mind wasn’t here—it was on Sara, Maya’s younger sister, whom he’d seen days ago.

"Oi," Hazzy snapped fingers in front of him. "Earth to Ash. You alive?"

Ash blinked, cheeks flushing. "I-I’m fine."

Phaphy grinned. "He’s in love. Look at that face."

"Shut up," Ash muttered.

Meanwhile, Aisha quietly enjoyed her food, occasionally watching the boys bicker. At one point, she muttered under her breath—just loud enough for Hazzy to catch—"Sometimes... you act like a married couple."

Hazzy nearly choked on his drink. "W-what did you just say?!"

Aisha only smiled faintly and returned to her plate. AK caught it, though, filing the moment away.

But his own distraction wasn’t Ash or Hazzy—it was Maya. Every time she passed the cafeteria, his eyes followed without him realizing. Every laugh of hers, every small command, pulled at him.

Yet he kept it locked inside.

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Afternoon Training – Ajay’s Hell

When they returned, Ajay took charge. His methods were brutal—lunges with weighted swords, endurance runs around the hall, push-ups until their arms trembled, sparring rounds where he intentionally outclassed them to crush their egos.

"Pain," Ajay barked, "is your teacher. If you don’t bleed here, you’ll bleed out there."

Hazzy collapsed mid-run. Ajay kicked his boot lightly. "Up. You think monsters care if you’re tired?"

Phaphy groaned through squats. "This... is... torture..."

"Correct," Ajay said flatly.

Even Aisha, usually composed, staggered under the pressure. But she gritted her teeth and endured.

And AK... AK pushed beyond his limits, silently. Every drop of sweat, every aching muscle, reminded him that this body was weak but could become strong. For Maya. For RED. For what’s coming.

Because something was coming. He could feel it in his bones.

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Night Reflection

Hours later, after dinner, after teasing and laughter faded, AK lay in his bed. The room was silent. His phone buzzed with guild chat—Hazzy and Phaphy joking, Ash replying with half-baked excuses, Aisha typing short comments.

But AK wasn’t focused on that.

He opened his status window. Numbers flickered. Some had increased—small gains, but real. Yet what unsettled him was not the numbers. It was the silence in the system. No notifications. No warnings.

He clenched his fists. "Something’s coming. Something big. They don’t know it yet... but I do."

His mind drifted—RED. His past self. The strongest, erased by fate. His title now mocked him: Reincarnation of the Weakest Primordial Being Who Was Once the Strongest.

He closed his eyes, whispering, "Maya... RED... I’ll be ready. No matter what’s waiting."

Outside, the city lights flickered. Somewhere, unseen, shadows moved. And the storm approached.

The night was thick, heavy, and silent—too silent. Not even the wind dared to pass through the ancient hall, where darkness itself seemed alive. Only the faint drip of water echoed in the chamber, slow and deliberate, as if marking time for those who waited.

Seven figures sat around a long stone table, their faces hidden in layers of shadow. They did not need names here; their presence alone carried weight heavier than steel. Each voice that spoke seemed detached from the world outside—echoing, distorted, like whispers from another realm.

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Shadow One:

"The Hunter Guild is growing... stronger than expected. Their recruits are not ordinary anymore."

A low hum of agreement spread across the table.

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Shadow Two:

"Strong? Yes. But strength without guidance is still weakness. They are children playing in a war they do not yet understand. Their little bonds, their laughter, their pride... all of it will break when the time comes."

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Shadow Three chuckled, a dry, rasping sound that lingered in the chamber.

"Do not underestimate them. Among them exists potential that even they cannot yet comprehend. It’s amusing... watching them stumble forward, unaware that every step they take brings them closer to our stage."

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A silence followed, heavy with meaning.

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Shadow Four:

"Maya has returned. With her, the girl—Sara. This changes things."

The table stirred. The word Sara seemed to carry an invisible weight.

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Shadow Five:

"The sister... She is more dangerous than she appears. Blood ties may bind them, but the currents of fate twist differently for her. If she stays within the Hunter Guild, their foundation will either strengthen... or collapse."

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Shadow Six, calm and slow, replied:

"Maya herself is a problem. The guild sees her as a leader, yet even she does not fully grasp the storm behind her past. If those children—Ajay, Hazzy, Phaphy, Ash, AK—continue to train under her shadow, they will either become swords too sharp to control... or shattered pieces scattered across the battlefield."

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Shadow Seven, who had been silent until now, finally spoke—his voice deep, like the sound of the earth cracking.

"Do not forget the boy... AK."

The table went still.

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Shadow Seven (continued):

"He hides it well. A fool, a loud mouth, a joker among his peers. But beneath that mask lies ambition, a hunger that even he doesn’t fully understand. His gaze upon Maya is not just affection—it is the spark of something greater. That spark could light the way... or burn everything."

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Shadow Two sneered.

"And what of Ash? The boy distracted by his little infatuation. A flower caught in thorns. Such weakness has no place in war."

Shadow Three leaned forward, amused.

"Weakness? Or the first steps of obsession? Love is not weakness, it is fire. Fire consumes... and fire spreads."

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Shadow One struck the table lightly with a gloved hand, silencing the bickering.

"It matters little. For now, we watch. The Hunter Guild believes it is safe, that it grows unnoticed. They laugh, they train, they live as though tomorrow belongs to them. But shadows are patient. Shadows do not rush."

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The chamber darkened further, the shadows themselves seeming to pulse.

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Shadow Five whispered:

"Let them grow. Let them sharpen themselves. And when the time is right... when the storm breaks... the guild will not even realize it was standing at the edge of the abyss all along."

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The council fell into silence again. Only the sound of dripping water returned, steady and unyielding.