Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher!

Chapter 93: Overwelming Upgrades:

Author’s Note: I realized I released a future Chapter; sorry for that. Please read the previous Chapter before reading this... Apologies for the inconvenience.

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Just then, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Amon’s mouth.

[Congratulations! Your daughter had reached E-rank, and the system will begin its upgrade.]

[You have received 50 fate points!]

Amon quietly stared at the notification, and his originally calm eyes flickered slightly.

[Master: Amon Moonstone.]

[Level 55: 55,000/55,000]

[Rank: SSS-Rank]

[Talent: Danger Sense (God-rank) {+3}]

[Abilities: Close Yet So Far (Supreme God-Rank) {+4}]

[Skills: Flame Sword (C-rank) {+1}, Swift Dagger (F-rank) {+1}, Soul Sense (God-rank) {+2}, Death Mark (SS-rank)]

[Techniques: Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique (Supreme Divine Rank) {+6}.]

[Equipments: World Key Fragment {+???}, Ataroth Mask {+???}, Winter Frost Blade (Supreme Divine Rank) {+6}, Bloodline Evolution Crystal {+1}, Dungeon Compass (God-rank), Bloodline Tracing Compass (A-Rank) {+1}, Coin of Uncertain Destiny (S-rank) {+1}]

[Fate Points: 131]

The crimson glow from the skies reflected across his pupils. The entire world was holding its breath.

He slowly exhaled and muttered to himself.

’It’s time to upgrade myself...’

His consciousness sank into the system right away. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned his focus toward his physique.

That was his main priority. As long as he was strong enough physically, he could execute even more terrifying attacks. Perhaps, with a strong enough physique, he would be able to rival those that were ranked above God-rank!

Mythical Divine.

That was the highest state he currently possessed.

And yet... it wasn’t enough.

"Upgrade."

Amon gave the order, and instantly 7 fate points were consumed for the upgrade.

[Your Physique has evolved from Mythical Divine Rank to Primordial Rank.]

The instant the notification appeared, an indescribable force erupted throughout Amon’s body.

Every bone, every vein, every drop of blood, every cell, and every atom within Amon’s body seemed to undergo silent reconstruction.

There was no pain this time around. Only absolute transformation.

His heartbeat slowed down, and his breathing became lighter.

Even the surrounding killing intent seemed unable to approach him anymore.

His body existed there, yet it felt completely detached from the world itself.

Without opening his eyes, Amon spoke again.

"Continue the upgrade."

He wasn’t stopping at just the Primordial Rank. Rather, he wanted more...

[Ding! 8 Fate Points consumed.]

[Your Physique has evolved from Primordial Rank to Supreme Primordial Rank.]

This time, a deeper change descended upon Amon.

The surrounding space distorted faintly, and the concrete beneath his feet developed hairline cracks before quietly restoring itself.

The blood flowing through his body no longer resembled normal golden blood. Instead, it seemed to emit an ethereal hue, and it was as though every cell now carried endless vitality.

Amon’s expression remained unchanged as he gave the order once more.

"Again."

[9 Fate Points consumed.]

[Your Physique has evolved from Supreme Primordial Rank to Mythical Primordial Rank.]

Silence.

An eerie silence descended the moment the upgrade commenced.

Even the invisible killing intent saturating the world instinctively retreated from him.

Before the change could settle completely, Amon gave the system the final order.

’Upgrade again...’

[Ding! 10 Fate Points Consumed!]

[Your physique had evolved from Mythical Primordial to... Unknown.]

Unlike before, Amon... no longer felt anything.

Now even a drop of blood from his body could make an ordinary human become an SSS-rank hunter.

It was truly terrifying.

Just a slight movement of Amon’s body caused black cracks to spread outwards, as though the world was unable to bear the weight of his presence.

Amon could feel an abyssal amount of strength surging through his body, making him seem like a monster unlike any other.

Amon slowly opened his eyes.

They were as calm as ever. As though nothing had happened.

Only the Fate Points quietly continued decreasing.

Fate Points: 97

Amon didn’t wait to study the changes that had happened to him.

Knowing that he didn’t have much time left, his gaze shifted toward another panel.

The Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique.

"It’s time to upgrade you as well."

[Ding! 6 Fate Points consumed.]

[Your Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique has evolved from Supreme Divine Rank to Mythical Divine Rank!]

Instantly, countless sword intents silently flashed across his consciousness.

Each strike appeared simple, yet each one seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth.

Without stopping, Amon continued.

"Upgrade."

[Ding! 7 Fate Points consumed.]

[Your Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique has evolved from Mythical Divine Rank to Primordial Rank.]

The countless sword intents that were floating without direction in his mind merged into one.

It possessed no form, yet it seemed capable of cutting everything.

Even time, space, and reality had to yield before this blade...

"Continue."

Unsatisfied, Amon continued the upgrade.

[8 Fate Points consumed.]

[Your Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique has evolved from Primordial Rank to Supreme Primordial Rank.]

For a brief instant... the red cracks covering the skies trembled almost imperceptibly.

Then everything returned to normal.

Amon hesitated for a bit, but after thinking for a long while, he decided to go along with the upgrade as well.

The Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique was his major form of attack, so it was only right that he spent all his resources on upgrading it drastically!

With that in mind, Amon gave the order, and the system began its upgrade.

[Ding! 9 Fate Points consumed!]

[Your Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique has evolved from Supreme Primordial Rank to Mythical Primordial Rank.]

[Ding! Please note that it’s advisable to upgrade the Winter Frost Sword as well in order to be able to wield this reality-altering sword art.]

Glancing at the system’s warning, Amon cracked a faint smile...

He wasn’t planning on keeping the Winter Frost Sword behind anyway.

’Alright then... proceed to upgrade it.’

He gave the system the order after noticing that he was left with 67 Fate Points.

His gaze landed upon the Winter Frost Blade resting quietly beside him.

Its icy surface reflected the crimson heavens.

"Upgrade."

[6 Fate Points consumed.]

[Winter Frost Blade has evolved from Supreme Divine Rank to Mythical Divine Rank.]

The blade emitted a low hum, and thin layers of frost quietly spread across the ground as soon as the upgrade continued, but Amon wasn’t stopping at that.

"Continue."

[Ding! 7 Fate Points consumed.]

[Winter Frost Blade has evolved from Mythical Divine Rank to Primordial Rank.]

The frost disappeared. The sword became astonishingly ordinary, and its edge seemed dull.

Its aura completely vanished. Only Amon understood. It had simply surpassed perception.

"Again."

[Ding! 8 Fate Points consumed.]

[Winter Frost Blade has evolved from Primordial Rank to Supreme Primordial Rank.]

There was a momentary hesitation in Amon’s heart before he went along with what he had in mind.

’Upgrade!’

[Ding! 9 Fate Points Consumed.]

[Winter Frost Blade has evolved from Supreme Primordial Rank to Mythical Primordial Rank.]

A faint white radiance flowed across the blade before quietly fading.

It rested peacefully within Amon’s grasp, as though it had existed since the beginning of time.

[Please assign a name to your weapon.]

Amon looked at the silent blade. He didn’t think for long, as a name subconsciously appeared in his mind.

"...Azrael."

He whispered, and the system quickly acknowledged it.

[Name confirmed.]

[Mythical Primordial Weapon: Azrael.]

The blade vibrated gently, almost as though acknowledging its master.

He glanced at how many Fate Points he had left and made a few calculations in his heart...

Fate Points: 37

His attention shifted again.

Close Yet So Far.

A strange ability. One that had repeatedly exceeded his expectations.

Amon quietly looked toward the crimson skies. A vague intuition surfaced within his heart.

"Upgrade."

[4 Fate Points consumed.]

[Close Yet So Far has evolved from Supreme God Rank to Mythical God Rank.]

"Again."

[5 Fate Points consumed.]

[Close Yet So Far has evolved from Mythical God Rank to Divine Rank.]

An invisible fluctuation quietly spread from Amon before disappearing without a trace.

No one noticed.

Fate Points: 28

His gaze finally settled upon the Coin of Uncertain Destiny.

A simple coin. An item whose true value even he couldn’t completely understand.

Amon looked toward the blood-red heavens.

For some reason... he felt the coin would become useful during the calamity.

Perhaps even indispensable. He trusted that feeling.

"Upgrade."

[1 Fate Point consumed.]

[S-rank upgraded to SS-rank.]

[1 Fate Point consumed.]

[SS-rank upgraded to SSS-rank.]

[2 Fate Points consumed.]

[SSS-rank upgraded to God-rank.]

[3 Fate Points consumed.]

[God-rank upgraded to Supreme God-rank.]

[4 Fate Points consumed.]

[Supreme God-rank upgraded to Mythical God-rank.]

[5 Fate Points consumed.]

[Mythical God-rank upgraded to Divine Rank.]

The ancient coin quietly spun above Amon’s palm.

Its worn surface slowly disappeared.

Golden patterns emerged one after another before vanishing into absolute darkness.

When it landed once more upon his hand... nothing about its appearance had changed.

Yet Amon instinctively knew.

It was no longer the same object.

Amon let out a faint breath, feeling the miraculous changes within his body.

He glanced at his new system stats.

[Master: Amon Moonstone.]

[Level 55: 55,000/55,000]

[Rank: SSS-Rank]

[Talent: Danger Sense (God-rank) {+3}]

[Abilities: Close Yet So Far (Divine Rank) {+5}]

[Skills: Flame Sword (C-rank) {+1}, Swift Dagger (F-rank) {+1}, Soul Sense (God-rank) {+2}, Death Mark (SS-rank)]

[Techniques: Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique (Mythical Primordial Rank) {+10}.]

[Equipments: World Key Fragment {+???}, Ataroth Mask {+???}, Azrael (Mythical Primordial Rank) {+10}, Bloodline Evolution Crystal {+1}, Dungeon Compass (God-rank), Bloodline Tracing Compass (A-Rank) {+1}, Coin of Uncertain Destiny (Divine Rank) {+5}]

[Fate Points: 12]

Amon quietly closed the system after glancing at everything he had.

He decided to leave the remaining Fate Points for now, as they might come in handy later on.

With that, he slowly lifted his head.

The endless crimson cracks that covered the skies had begun to tremble.

And this time...

They were no longer spreading.

They were opening.

Gradually... from within the cracks, something emerged.