Reincarnated By The Weakest Primordial Being(but with OP growth twist)-Chapter 35: Time Skip
The cafeteria of Maya’s guild was alive with its usual morning chaos when AK pushed open the heavy wooden doors. The smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and thick stew rolled over him instantly, the buzz of voices crashing like waves—adventurers bragging, clerks shouting orders, mugs clattering.
For once, AK’s lips curved into a grin. This noisy life... this was the kind of morning he didn’t mind.
In the middle of the room, his group was already the loudest. Hazzy waved a roasted chicken leg like a king’s scepter, crumbs flying as he gestured wildly. Ash sat stiff beside him, muttering insults like a schoolteacher scolding a troublesome student. Ayan was doubled over, laughter spilling out so hard his bowl of soup threatened to tip. And Aisha... Aisha sat calmly, sipping tea, her serene expression making it seem like none of this madness was happening around her.
"Oi, AK! Over here!" Hazzy bellowed with his mouth full, nearly choking on grease.
AK smirked, weaving through the crowd. "You’re too loud, Hazzy. At this rate, you’ll scare away the food before you can eat it."
Hazzy slammed his chicken leg down dramatically. "Impossible! Food respects me!"
"More like avoids you," Ash deadpanned, earning snickers.
AK leaned across the table, grabbing a piece of bread. "You’re just jealous he eats like a beast and still somehow fights better than you."
Ash froze, fork halfway to his mouth. "Excuse me?"
The table exploded with laughter—Ayan practically spit soup all over, Hazzy howled like a madman, and even AK laughed so hard his stomach hurt. Aisha, as always, simply lowered her cup and said, "Chew before you choke, Hazzy. I won’t waste healing magic on such carelessness."
Hazzy clutched his chest, groaning dramatically. "Et tu, Aisha? Betrayed by my own sister figure..."
"Betrayed by your own stupidity," Ash muttered, though his lips twitched.
AK threw an arm over Hazzy’s shoulder. "Don’t worry, big guy. If you choke, I’ll tell your story to future generations. ’Here lies Hazzy, the man who fought bravely... and lost to chicken.’"
The laughter nearly toppled the table. Even Ayan collapsed sideways against AK, wheezing.
That was when Sara arrived, tray balanced in her hands, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto the group. She slid into a chair beside Aisha, sighing.
"You all sound like a tavern brawl," she muttered. "People are staring."
"Good!" Ayan shouted, slamming his cup down like a performer on stage. "Let them admire our brotherhood!" He raised the cup high—only for half the water to spill down his shirt.
Hazzy nearly fell off the bench laughing. Ash buried his face in his hands. AK pounded the table with his fist, roaring with laughter.
Sara closed her eyes. "Hopeless. All of you." But the tiniest curve at her lips betrayed her.
Aisha finally spoke again, her voice soft. "Hopelessness has its charm, don’t you think?"
Sara gave her a long look. "...You’re the only one keeping this group from collapsing."
"Which is exactly why I say nothing," Aisha replied simply, sipping her tea.
The table went quiet for only half a second before Hazzy leaned toward AK, whispering, "She’s scarier than Maya sometimes, huh?"
AK nodded solemnly. "Scarier than dungeons."
Ayan pretended to faint dramatically. "Save me, brother Hazzy!"
The laughter started all over again.
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DUNGEON RAID
The afternoon sun bled through the tall windows of Maya’s guild hall, staining the polished floor in shades of gold. Adventurers bustled in and out, some carrying trophies from recent missions, others returning with weary faces and bandaged arms.
At the center of the hall, Maya stood with arms crossed, her dark cloak brushing against the ground. Her sharp eyes swept over the group gathered before her — Hazzy, Ash, Ayan, Aisha, Sara, and AK.
"You’ve trained long enough under protection," Maya said, her tone firm but not unkind. "It’s time to prove yourselves. A D-rank dungeon has opened in the eastern hills. You’ll raid it together — consider this your first true mission as guild members."
The hall quieted for a heartbeat.
Hazzy was the first to break the silence, his lips stretching into a wide grin. He rested a hand on the hilts of his twin blades. "Finally. I was starting to rust sitting around here."
Ash raised his heavy shield, its steel polished to a dull gleam. His voice was steady. "We won’t fail."
Ayan spun his staff lazily, smirking. "Oh, this will be fun. Perfect chance to test out some... experiments."
"Not experiments," Aisha said softly, her calm voice weaving through the tension. "Focus. And stay alive."
Sara, arms folded at the back of the group, gave a small nod. She didn’t speak, but her eyes betrayed quiet worry.
AK simply adjusted the daggers strapped at his sides. His voice was calm but carried an edge of excitement. "Let’s move. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."
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THE JOURNEY TO EAST
The path to the dungeon was rough, weaving through hills and valleys. Along the way, Hazzy filled the silence with endless chatter.
"I bet the boss is some ugly troll," he said, spinning one blade idly. "Big, dumb, and slow. Perfect for me to carve up."
Ash snorted. "Or maybe something smart. Smarter than you, at least."
Ayan laughed so hard he almost tripped over a rock. "That wouldn’t take much!"
"Keep laughing and I’ll freeze your shoes to the ground," Ayan added with a grin.
"You can’t even freeze water without—" Hazzy began, but Aisha interrupted gently.
"Focus." She pointed ahead. "We’re here."
The banter died as their eyes lifted.
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THE DUNGEON MOUTH’S
The dungeon loomed before them, a jagged cave mouth carved into the hillside. Mist seeped out like breath from some sleeping beast. Cold air slithered around their ankles, and the smell of damp earth clung to their clothes.
"Lovely," Hazzy muttered. "Perfect place for a picnic."
"Stay close," AK whispered, already sliding one dagger into his hand. His eyes scanned the shadows within the cave. Something about it felt... alive. Watching.
The group stepped inside.
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BATTLE
The air shifted instantly — colder, heavier. Their footsteps echoed against damp stone walls, every sound magnified.
A guttural growl tore through the silence.
From the shadows, twisted goblin-like creatures lunged forward, skin cracked and eyes glowing an eerie green. Their claws scraped against the stone as they charged.
"Here we go!" Hazzy shouted, darting forward. His twin swords flashed silver, slicing through the first goblin.
Ash raised his shield, bracing against another’s strike. The clang of metal rang out, echoing through the cave. "Hold the line!"
Ayan’s staff glowed as he muttered an incantation. Water spiraled upward, forming sharp spears that shot through the air, piercing two goblins at once.
"Nice shot!" AK called, weaving through the fray. His daggers slashed across a goblin’s neck, dropping it before it could reach Aisha.
Behind them, Aisha whispered healing words, green light spilling from her hands to close Hazzy’s shallow cuts almost instantly.
More goblins poured in, screeching. Hazzy laughed like a madman. "Come on, you ugly bastards!"
And then it happened.
Ayan’s next spell surged too strongly. Instead of just water spears, a cold blast erupted. Ice spread across the ground in jagged patterns, freezing three goblins in place mid-step.
Everyone froze.
"Did you just—" Ash began.
"—freeze them?!" Hazzy shouted, hacking down one of the immobilized creatures. "AYAN! Since when could you do that?!"
Ayan blinked, staring at his hands. Frost lingered on his fingertips. "Uh... surprise?"
AK smirked, stepping past him to finish the last frozen goblin with a clean dagger strike. "Not bad."
Ayan scratched the back of his head nervously. "Guess I... learned something new."
Hazzy howled. "Ice boy! Oh, this is too good. I’m never letting you live this down."
"Shut up, Hazzy," Ayan muttered, though his grin betrayed his pride.
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MOVING DEEPER IN THE DUNGEON
The group pressed deeper, facing larger enemies — hulking brutes with spiked clubs, serpentine shadows that slithered across walls.
Hazzy’s reckless charges were always covered by Ash’s impenetrable shield.
Ayan’s newfound ice magic created barriers and slippery traps, turning the battlefield to their favor.
Aisha’s healing never faltered, her calm voice steady even as chaos raged.
And AK — fast, precise, calculating — struck at weak points no one else saw, his daggers like lightning in the dark.
Their teamwork tightened with every battle. For the first time, they weren’t just friends or trainees. They were a unit.
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THE DUNGEON BOSS FIGHT
Finally, they reached the heart of the dungeon.
The chamber was massive, stalactites hanging like jagged teeth from above. At its center lay the boss — a monstrous beast with jagged horns, molten cracks running across its hide, and eyes burning like fire. Its breath came out in waves of smoke and heat.
The ground shook as it rose.
Hazzy muttered, "I take back the troll guess. This is worse."
Ash planted his shield. "Form up!"
The beast roared, molten breath spilling across the chamber. Ash raised his shield, bracing against the inferno.
Hazzy charged the legs, blades flashing. "Die already!"
Ayan summoned ice across the ground, freezing the beast’s feet in place. "Hold it there!"
Aisha’s magic glowed, patches of light weaving over their wounds as the heat singed skin.
And AK — AK darted across the battlefield like a shadow. While the others distracted, he climbed up the creature’s back, daggers slamming into weak spots in its molten cracks. Sparks and smoke hissed.
The monster thrashed, roaring in pain.
"NOW!" Ash shouted.
Hazzy leapt, blades sinking into the beast’s throat. Ayan froze its chest. AK’s daggers struck deep one final time. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
The creature gave a final roar before collapsing, dissolving into smoke and leaving behind only glowing fragments of mana stones.
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VICTORY
For a moment, silence. Only the sound of their own panting breaths filled the chamber.
Then Hazzy threw his arms up. "WE DID IT!"
Ash exhaled, lowering his shield. A rare grin broke his face. "Not bad."
Ayan collapsed onto the ice he had conjured, groaning dramatically. "Victory... at the cost of my beauty..."
Hazzy kicked snow onto him. "Shut up."
Aisha healed a cut on AK’s arm with a sigh. "You’re all still reckless."
AK just smirked, tucking his daggers away. "Reckless gets results."
The group exchanged tired but proud smiles. Their first raid as a team was complete.
And though the dungeon had tested them, it had also proven something deeper: they weren’t just surviving anymore. They were growing.
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ONE MONTH OF FIRE AND ICE
The weeks that followed blurred into steel and blood, laughter and scars.
They raided dozens of D-rank dungeons, each one sharpening their blades and their bond. The fear of spies faded into the background as victories piled up.
Hazzy grew faster, deadlier, mastering dual blades.
Ash became unshakable, learning to channel aura into his shield.
Aisha became a fortress of calm, blending healing and defense seamlessly.
Sara honed her precision, guiding them mid-battle like a tactician.
Maya... never stopped watching. Her corrections were harsh, but her presence kept them alive.
They even tackled C-rank dungeons. The fights were brutal — monsters twice their size, traps that nearly ended them — but they survived. Each scar became a story, each night of laughter their reminder that they weren’t alone.
The guild began whispering about them. Maya’s recruits. The rising group.
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THE END OF THE MONTH
That night, the seven of them gathered in Hazzy’s room. Food scattered across the table, laughter echoing in the halls. Ayan told a joke so bad even Ash cracked a smile. Sara shook her head, but her eyes softened. Aisha leaned against the wall, calm but quietly happy.
For the first time, they weren’t just survivors. They were a family.
When the night finally ended, they drifted to their rooms.
AK lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Silence pressed in, broken only by the faint echo of laughter lingering in the halls.
Then —
A notification shimmered before his eyes.
[ THE WEAKEST PRIMORDIAL BEING USED TO BE THE STRONGEST IS WATCHING YOU ]
His breath caught. His lips curled into a faint smile.
"...Finally," he whispered, eyes gleaming in the dark.
"ReD has awakened."
