I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-317

Ch-317. **I Will Take Everything.**

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No-self.

To forget oneself.

To forget one’s very existence.

The state of no-self refers to a condition in which, through extreme concentration, one becomes unable to think of anything else.

What is commonly called *immersion*.

And when humans enter such immersion, they often display abilities beyond their usual limits.

When my swordsmanship proficiency reached level 35, a newly unlocked technique appeared—**Disarm**.

It merely stated that it was usable, but offered no clue as to *how* it should be used.

Just as one cannot immediately wield sword aura or sword force simply by unlocking them—

One must understand what it is, and how it is used, before it can be applied.

Yet *Disarm* was a concept I had never once seen anyone use.

In truth, it was even more abstruse than sword aura or sword force.

*‘It’s a technique connected to Flow.’*

Now, however, I understood.

Disarm was an advanced evolution of the concept of Flow.

But for now, it existed only as a *concept*.

To use it properly, it had to be concretized in three dimensions.

In other words, the concept had to be clothed in technique.

Just as Wilhelm had hammered his own concept into *Heaven-and-Earth Genesis*.

Just as he had completed a sword art that was not merely swordsmanship, but the concept itself.

By embedding his very existence into swordsmanship, compressing all profundities into it, he had finally expressed *Heaven-and-Earth Genesis*.

Thus, I needed something to embody the concept of Disarm.

After searching and searching—

*Mind Sword.*

Within the state of no-self, I drew a single sword.

Its initial form was the *Supreme Sword*.

The blade that another Randolph had wielded, driving Wilhelm to the brink of death.

Its power was on an entirely different level from when I had used it.

And yet—

It was still not the form I desired.

If something must be cut, does it truly have to be someone’s *death*?

Death is too commonplace.

What I wish to cut are things that no one has ever been able to cut.

It is not some absurd fantasy of cutting the world or slaying gods.

I simply—

*‘I want to cut the impossible.’*

I want to become the first.

I want to step into a realm that no one—including myself—has ever reached.

The countless unknowns scattered throughout Pangaenia.

Those things everyone dismisses as impossible, seemingly perfect and unassailable.

Those are what I want to cut.

《You can use “Martial God’s Mind Sword (Disarm).”》

Thus, I immersed myself.

In a single swing.

I wanted to know how far I could cut if I poured *everything I am now*—or even power beyond my limits—into it.

When I swung the Martial God’s Mind Sword within my mind—

Craaaack!

…A fissure appeared.

In the world.

Here, within the sanctuary.

But this was by no means a simple event.

It was a heaven-shaking, earth-splitting prelude announcing the emergence of a new concept—one that destroys the concept of impossibility.

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“Who creates concepts?”

At the Korean Hero Alliance.

In the center of the training grounds where Awakened gathered, Arin suddenly asked.

She was the Seventh Lord Basara, wearing the guise of a human.

At present, she was enjoying herself on Earth as a woman named *Arin*, training the cadets here.

“…Gods, perhaps?” one trainee answered.

Arin countered with a question.

“That’s what ordinary people would think. But from an Awakened’s perspective, is that really so? Do you think concepts like *Defense*, *Penetration*, or *Evasion* were created by gods?”

“…Weren’t they created by the *system*?”

“Then who created the system’s concepts?”

“…Humans?”

“No. *Prophets*.”

“P–Prophets?”

The trainees tilted their heads.

In common understanding, a prophet is “one who conveys God’s will.”

But that was not what Arin meant.

“One who awakens first. When what they realize is expressed with a specific name, it becomes a *concept*. It becomes a definition. A truth. However—”

“……”

“Concepts are not perfect. For example, imagine someone with infinite defense. How would you defeat them?”

“You’d need extremely high penetration.”

“Exactly. Through the concept of *Penetration*, the concept of *Defense* was ultimately pierced. But think about which concept came first.”

“Defense, I think. Penetration arose to break it.”

“Correct. If the concept of defense had been truly perfect, no concept to undermine it would ever have been created. Evasion, too, has been rendered powerless by concepts like *Accuracy* and *Focus*.”

“But things like Invincibility or Indestructible—by definition—can’t be penetrated, can they?”

“That’s precisely my point. Are such things truly concepts that cannot be broken?”

The trainees fell into thought.

But the conclusion was one.

Impossible.

Arin smiled.

“The one who first created the concept of defense must have been proud. They probably believed that as long as defense was high enough, it could never be pierced. But then the concept of penetration emerged and broke it. Of course—even penetration later met concepts it could not surpass.”

“Those would be options like Invincibility and Indestructible.”

“Yes.”

Arin nodded.

And concepts similar to them.

For example, *Minimum Physical Resistance*—a lesser-known concept.

No matter how high penetration is, it cannot break it.

Yet even that was not a concept that existed from the beginning.

“So think in reverse. What if it’s simply that no concept capable of breaking those options has appeared yet? That they’re called invincible or indestructible only because they’re unfamiliar to us—because no one has discovered how to overcome them?”

“The one who finds that method… would become a prophet.”

“Become a prophet. If you remain buried within existing concepts, you will eventually face an insurmountable limit.”

That was what she truly wanted to say.

Do not treat impossibility as truly impossible—press forward.

Continuously explore. Continuously desire.

It was the right time to say such things.

The burning desire to grow stronger was visible in everyone’s eyes.

*The Wilhelm craze.*

A craze was sweeping Earth.

Wilhelm, who had climbed the Tower of the War God.

Countless Awakened inspired by him had sparked an unexpected Wilhelm fever.

And she, too, had seen Wilhelm.

But she had not climbed the Tower of the War God.

*Wilhelm. You’re still shining.*

Just as you did when you faced me in the Demon Realm.

No—shining even more brightly now.

So much so that the world itself began to shine.

That was why—

She simply wanted to see how far he would go.

And when Wilhelm finally arrived at his answer.

When she saw the final sword he swung—

The Seventh Lord Basara smiled in deep satisfaction.

*You’ve finally completed it, Wilhelm.*

He had finally created a world.

He had reached out into a realm no one else had attained.

Bearing a stature entirely different from when he fought her.

Thus, Basara was searching for the one who had enabled such a Wilhelm to exist.

Someone on this Earth.

*Phantom.*

…the one known by that name.

Because she believed that person could answer the question she had carried for so long.

“Master. If someone appears who can overcome invincibility and indestructibility, what kind of person would they be?”

At the sudden question, she shrugged.

“Who knows.”

One thing was certain—they would not be a mere prophet.

They would have broken a concept that countless prophets had challenged and abandoned.

Hard to express in a single word, but perhaps a sentence would do.

“One who holds the qualification to grasp everything in the world… because to them, impossibility would not exist.”

…In other words, the master of the world.

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“Stop the opening of the Five Gates!!!”

Grand Elder Albino shouted urgently.

He had instinctively realized that cracks had formed in the sanctuary.

And cracks in the sanctuary meant—

*‘Time has begun to flow…!’*

The time that had been halted within the sanctuary was now flowing normally again.

It meant the sanctuary’s blessing had been lifted.

Which meant that continuing to open the Five Gates would now lead to death.

A place where even the upper Pavilion Lords could open the Five Gates without dying—

Was only possible because this area had been designated a *sanctuary* through the blessing of the World Tree.

But the sanctuary had broken.

“Stop immediately—!!”

“Guhk!”

“Cough!”

The First and Second Pavilion Lords spat blood.

They had stopped opening the Five Gates—but it was too late.

Only one person remained unharmed.

…Raiga.

Even so, Raiga was not entirely fine.

His expression—his eyes—

They trembled, as if shaken.

And his gaze was not on them, but on the second floor of the hall.

On his disciple.

*‘Just now… that was…’*

A Mind Sword.

Without a doubt.

Raiga had comprehended the Mind Sword, so he could tell that his disciple had just wielded it.

But it was not an ordinary Mind Sword.

*‘What… in the world… did he complete?’*

The Flow was different.

The question arose.

But before he could even voice it—

《The “Sanctuary” has been lifted.》

《The second “World Tree” is revealed to the world.》

《The rate of “Pangaenia Collapse” is reduced.》

《The “World Tree’s roots” lift lands sunken into the Abyss.》

《“Heavenly Mountain,” “The Sunken Land of the Immortal,” “The Land of the Faithless,” “The Vast Whale Sea,” “The Place of Nothing,” “Cliff of Sleeping Place,” “Grave of Dolls,” “Hell of Stars”…》

《The “World Tree of Honor” blesses all “Honorable Ones.”》

《From now on, you may verify qualifications through the “World Tree of Honor” and perform a “Class Up (Second Advancement).”》

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Heavenly Mountain.

The Heavenly Demon, who had been healing his internal injuries, opened his eyes.

Guuuuung!

…Centered on where he stood, the entire *land* began to quake.

Kwarururung!

The earth lifted—rose.

And thus, all the Abyssal territories once ruled by the Heavenly Demon ascended into the sky.

*‘…What in the—’*

Even the Heavenly Demon could not help but be bewildered.

But one thing was clear—the Abyss was rising into the firmament.

And not only Heavenly Mountain, but countless Abyssal regions.

Countless lands, and their countless rulers.

*‘The lands of the Abyss are joining Pangaenia?’*

They were being forcibly drawn up.

This had never happened before.

The first time since the Abyss came into existence.

“Aaah!”

“S–Save us!”

At last, the Heavenly Demon rose to his feet.

And addressing the many gathered followers, he said,

“Do not act rashly.”

Rather, this was an opportunity.

Not something to fear or panic over—but to rejoice.

The Heavenly Demon smiled.

Spreading both arms wide—

“From this moment on, we face a new world. The untainted land we have dreamed of!”

“……!!”

“So rejoice and exult! For I shall become the master of Pangaenia!”

“Aaah, Heavenly Demon!”

“Long live! Long live! Long, long live!”

All prostrated themselves, repeatedly striking their foreheads against the ground.

A new land.

The long-dreamed entry into Pangaenia!

It had suddenly become possible.

Though they had failed to reclaim the Island of Gods, and their memories of it were gone—

Once they ascended to Pangaenia, the Island of Gods no longer mattered.

*‘I will take everything.’*

Pangaenia.

The world.

And I will place Heavenly Mountain at the very center of the world.

I will make the name of the Heavenly Demon Cult known across all lands.

The Heavenly Demon’s eyes shone with fierce resolve.

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