Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely

After evolving [Primordial Sword Technique], [Eternal Barrier], and [Forsaken Clone] to Tier 2, Sam felt a surge of power flare around him.

The air seemed to ripple as energy settled into his body, filling every fiber of his being with strength.

He took a slow breath, his eyes scanning the faint panels glowing before him.

Though all three skills had now reached Tier 2, their rank still displayed as [Forsaken].

Sam tilted his head slightly at the reminder.

It meant that even though they had ascended to the next tier, they hadn't yet jumped to a higher rank.

Tier 2, it seemed, didn't directly evolve a skill's rank.

Instead, it acted as a kind of key, unlocking the possibility of progressing further.

Without reaching Tier 2, a skill was locked at [Forsaken], unable to climb.

Now that he had passed that wall, the other ranks beyond [Forsaken] had finally become accessible.

There were four ranks beyond it still waiting for him. The revelation settled in, and Sam's eyes gleamed.

For most people, this would have meant long years of pushing and struggling before their skills could evolve again.

But Sam wasn't most people. A grin pulled at his lips.

"Here we go."

He opened the panel for [Primordial Sword Technique].

Among all the skills he possessed, it was the one he considered the most versatile, the most important.

His hand clenched as he prepared himself.

Then he called out the ability that was only useful in these moments.

Primordial Evolution!

The words echoed in his mind, and dark energy pulsed outward from his soul.

It spread through his veins like a living current, and then it poured directly into the skill panel.

Normally, using [Primordial Evolution] had no effect, since all his skills had already been maxed out at [Forsaken], leaving nothing for it to evolve.

But this time, something was different.

This time, the panel pulsed with light as if it had been waiting for this exact condition.

Sam's heart skipped. So Tier 2 really did allow him to evolve further.

Ding!

[Primordial Sword Technique (Forsaken) has evolved into Better Primordial Sword Technique (Forsaken+)]

[Primordial Evolution — Next Use: 23:59:59]

Sam stared at the glowing notification, his grin widening.

The name hadn't changed much, only "Better" had been added.

But the rank beside it had shifted, moving from [Forsaken] to [Forsaken+].

That small plus sign meant everything. He exhaled slowly, feeling pride stir in his chest.

This was the skill he had relied on for months, the one that had defined his fighting style.

Now it had moved beyond its supposed limit.

"Not bad," he muttered.

And this was only the beginning. He summoned [Forsaken Clone].

The clone appeared instantly in the [Dimension of Time], standing across from him with its sword raised.

The aura burning around its blade confirmed what Sam had already suspected.

It had inherited the [Better Primordial Sword Technique] as well.

Its presence radiated power nearly equal to his own.

Sam nodded. That made things easier.

"I can't use [Primordial Evolution] again until tomorrow. One full day."

His eyes narrowed. To evolve all his skills, it would take eleven days minimum.

The cooldown of [Primordial Evolution] wasn't tied to the flow of time here in the [Dimension of Time].

It respected the real world's clock. A full twenty-four hours had to pass outside.

That meant every use inside this place required him to wait a full week of training here before he could trigger it again.

Sam tapped his sword against his palm, considering.

It wasn't the worst trade.

'I guess there's no reason not to stay for a day.'

Of course, there was still a risk.

If he stayed too long, suspicion would follow.

Sam's brow furrowed.

'One day here should be enough. I'll go back after that. More than that is pushing it.'

The thought made sense. It wasn't the time to draw attention.

The only reason he hadn't already slaughtered his way forward through the missions was because caution demanded patience.

He still needed the other awakeners alive.

Not only might they prove necessary for missions to come, but there was also the unknown.

He didn't know their full abilities.

If thousands of them attacked at once, could he truly hold them back?

It wasn't weakness that made him hesitate. It was pragmatism.

Some of them must have received rewards too, just as he had.

It was possible, however unlikely, that another carried something as broken as what Sam now possessed.

Maybe... some of these beings could even rival his determination.

He shook the thought aside. What mattered wasn't them. It was him.

He needed to master these new evolutions.

If he could push all his skills to their peak, then he would finally feel secure.

Sam's grin returned.

"Nothing else to do but train."

The clone tightened its stance, sword raised.

Sam adjusted his grip and felt the raw anticipation building in his chest.

He skimmed the descriptions of his other Tier 2 skills.

[Eternal Barrier] and [Forsaken Clone] were unchanged for now, their descriptions identical to before.

But when he looked at [Better Primordial Sword Technique], a new description awaited him.

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[Better Primordial Sword Technique]

[Tier: 2]

[Rank: Forsaken+]

[Description: The primordial sword is the strongest weapon in existence, but your sheer power and will to surpass others empower it even more. Your sword technique can now rival even the strongest masters.]

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Sam chuckled under his breath.

"Perfect."

The skill was designed to sharpen every aspect of his swordsmanship.

Defense, attack, counters, and reactions.

Now all of it was sharper than before.

Even his body seemed to move more fluidly as though guided by something greater.

"Get ready," Sam said, raising his blade, "We train the sword technique all week."

The clone nodded silently, mirroring him.

Their swords collided a heartbeat later.

Slash! Clash!

The impact rippled outward, shaking the very air of the dimension.

Sam staggered back with a laugh.

"Haha… it's much stronger."

He swung again, faster, harder.

The clone responded instantly, its blade cutting through the air like lightning.

Shockwaves followed each exchange as steel crashed against steel.

The rhythm of battle filled the empty space.

...

Hours passed, then days.

Sam fought relentlessly, pushing both himself and the clone to the edge.

He didn't bother creating new named techniques. That wasn't the point. Mastery was.

By the time a full week had passed within the [Dimension of Time], Sam's swordsmanship had grown sharper than ever before.

Every swing felt cleaner. Every defense more natural.

He hadn't reached the peak yet, but the progress was undeniable.

'I should wait until it evolves fully before testing myself deeper,' he thought.

It was still going to take time to truly bring out the full strength of his skills. But he had the patience.

And unlike anyone else, he had the ability to train seven times harder than them in a place without distraction.

When the week ended, only a single day had passed outside.

Sam stopped his training, lowering his sword.

The clone vanished with a flicker.

He exhaled slowly and smiled.

'Good enough. I'll evolve more once I reach the kingdom.'

There, he would have all the time he needed.

He left the [Dimension of Time], stepping back into the familiar darkness of the seventh sub-layer.

The exit portal waited for him.

Sam walked forward without hesitation, stepping into its swirling light.

The pull of space gripped him instantly.

As the vortex spun, glowing panels appeared before his eyes.

Ding!

[You have completed the first mission: "Conquer the Seventh Layer."]

[You are now allowed to pass through the "First Barrier" and head to the "Second Zone," where your second mission will take place.]

Sam's gaze lingered on the words, his chest tightening with anticipation.

And then another panel appeared.

Ding!

[Mission #2: Clear the "Tower of Fate".]