I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-132

Ch-132

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**《Randolph’s Grand Adventure!》**

**《A new story, ‘Randolph’s Tale of Purifying the Polluted City,’ has been assigned.》**

**《You may consume Starlight to read the assigned story.》**

“…….”

A story that rose simultaneously before all the Constellations of the Hall of the Hundred Stars.

Upon seeing Randolph’s name, several Constellations flinched in shock.

The contents of the current “meeting” hadn’t even been fully settled yet—

No one had imagined that the next Main Quest would begin *this* quickly.

Of course, in the meantime, **countless other stories** continued to be assigned to them.

But the eyes of every Constellation were fixed solely on **Randolph’s story**.

“Oho. So *this* ‘name’ is the author who makes you tremble, is it?”

Then, twenty-seven newly appearing Constellations emerged.

Wearing radiant starlight engraved across their bodies, they were clearly different from the previous ones.

“It is true—you cannot endure this author’s ‘consumption’ with your methods. Yet you cannot refuse to read it either. Because we are beings of emptiness and failure.”

The one standing among them, the one radiating the brightest starlight, spread his arms.

“To reclaim our old glory as the First Constellation—that is our long-cherished wish. But it is time for your outdated methods to be abandoned.”

“……Foolish ones have come again.”

The Constellation of the Radiant Hero shook his head.

The seventeen Constellations who had appeared earlier had said similar things—right before they lost all their starlight.

Their method was indiscriminate spreading, then recollecting with interest—but because Randolph kept disrupting the pacing, they ended up losing their starlight entirely.

This time would be no different.

Their confidence was admirable, but…

Those stars had not yet *experienced Randolph directly*.

*Now is not the time to worry about them.*

There was a task that needed to be handled first.

If the Constellation Meeting did not end properly, combining it with Main Quest 8 would undoubtedly bring irreversible consequences.

*No… it’s possible this Main Quest might not be completed at all.*

For the Constellation of the Radiant Hero believed that Randolph might fail to complete this *story*.

Because… he had seen it.

The other story unfolding in the Desert City—

The story of the Transcendent, Isabella.

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When I first opened my eyes in Faisalmer—

I was a prisoner.

A mere deserter who had run from the expedition.

But there was always something that bothered me:

Was the “true identity” of this body called Randolph really nothing more than a nameless soldier in the expedition?

Even the “Randolph” I created was, strictly speaking, just a nickname.

But no matter how much I searched through the status window, no “real name” appeared.

*Characters in play normally have a distinct birth name.*

But not Randolph.

The moment I spoke the name “Randolph,” it solidified as my real name.

*…Everything began right here, in Faisalmer.*

At level 1, handcuffed, I began my “survival.”

I subdued a Hydragon, caught the eye of the Snake Princess Isabella, tricked her by calling myself a “Star-bearer,” and succeeded.

Isabella’s dream was to break free from the Desert Queen—

To trace back her own “origin.”

Our interests aligned perfectly, and so we escaped the Desert City together.

*But the situation now is different from then.*

Now, I had grown strong enough that I no longer needed to flee.

The worst city, the worst starting point.

Even if the physiques of the Polluted Barbarians had risen dramatically—

*This is still a basic city.*

And because it was fundamentally a basic city, there was no one who could block my path—especially with the Desert Queen gone.

Main Quest 8, *Purify the Polluted City*, was a quest where *speed* was everything.

The key was who could locate the pollutants fastest and eliminate them quickest.

In short—this was a **speedrun**.

And in a speedrun, the most crucial thing is—

*Head-on breakthrough.*

Which required carving a straight path to Faisalmer.

And for that, the abilities of “One Who Kindles the Darkness” were perfectly suited.

“Rise, kaaak.”

**《You awaken ‘Darkness (Lv 2)’.》**

**《Darkness blooms for all beings within a radius of 500 meters.》**

In an instant, darkness literally *rose*.

It seeped out from the tip of my toes and swallowed an area roughly 500 meters wide.

Within that zone, the chest of every Barbarian ignited with the “Eye of Dreadful Omen.”

“W-What is this?!”

“Uwaaah!”

The living Barbarians turned on one another—cutting, stabbing, tearing.

The darkness-plunged ground devolved into pure pandemonium.

The One Who Kindles Darkness is the one who births disorder.

And this was only the beginning.

*Just as Corpse Crow’s skills transcended their limits, so does this one grow.*

Even after becoming King of Corpse Crows, I kept raising its order.

Just as I eventually became the “Dreadful Omen,” reaching the end of Corpse Crow’s path—this one, too, had room to grow.

*A level 2 skill can already cover this much territory.*

At level 10, it might be able to swallow an entire city.

Or transcend into something entirely new.

Darkening, and Darkness.

These two were the inherent skills of the One Who Kindles Darkness.

And to them, “Dreadful Omen’s Eye (Lv 10)” had attached itself like a trait.

“My body—it’s moving on its own!”

“Aaagh!”

Screams filled the battlefield.

And amid the chaos, I reviewed the skills again:

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### **【Darkening (Lv 2)】**

* Become darkness itself and evade attacks for 30 seconds.
* During Darkening, receive 1000% additional damage from Light/Holy attacks.
* Higher levels increase duration and reduce Light/Holy penalty.
* Can only be used when Darkness is charged.

### **【Darkness (Lv 2)】**

* Raise darkness over a wide area.
* Those who step into it fall into extreme confusion.
* The user is always under “Darkness” status.
* Links with “Dreadful Omen’s Eye (Lv 10)”.
* Higher levels widen the radius, deepen the confusion, and speed charging.

### **【Terrible Omen’s Eye (Lv 10) ★★★★】**

* A stolen Authority—taken by Baal after devouring the Omen’s head.
* Imprints the Omen’s Eye on all within the darkness.
* When the Omen opens its eye, it seizes control of all beings.
* The stronger the Darkness, the stronger the Eye.
* If Darkness is insufficient, the Omen does not open its eye.

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No matter how many times I read them, I didn’t tire of it.

I carved them into my eyes and hammered them into my mind.

If the Corpse Crow King fought by turning corpses into art,
then the One Who Kindles Darkness was an absolute ruler—controlling everything within its territory.

Not only was it versatile—its performance was overwhelming despite being only level 2.

It even managed to restrain the White King for a moment.

Raising the Darkness level might allow even more.

*Unless it’s long-range sniping, facing me would be quite difficult.*

If I were my own enemy, I would struggle terribly.

You’d need to land the killing blow inside the Darkness zone.

But Light and Holy classes usually rely on blessings, not sniping abilities.

Everything else, I could dodge with Darkening or block altogether.

And imbued shots lose power over long distances anyway.

*By the time one even thinks of a strategy, they will already be standing in my darkness.*

There *were* methods to counter me.

But not if I gave them no time to think.

I smiled faintly.

And I continued walking forward—

Toward the heart of the desert city, Faisalmer.

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**《You have eliminated a ‘Pollutant’!》**

**《Seven pollutants remain.》**

**《Unstoppable! The screams of the polluted Barbarians do not cease.》**

**《Achievement unlocked: Tyrant of the Battlefield!》**

**《‘Darkness’ skill level increased.》**

Graaah!

A grotesquely swollen Barbarian met his end.

Surrounded by the very Barbarians who once followed him.

At that moment, Darkness reached level 3, expanding its area even further.

*Something is wrong with these polluted ones.*

So far, I had eliminated three pollutants.

And all three showed not just mental pollution—but physical aberration.

Even to my eyes, something was *off*.

*They’ve changed entirely—not human, but something else.*

And the more pollutants I eliminated, the more severe the mutations became.

The first one was only slightly swollen.

But the third one…

*…Bloodspawn…*

A monster that disguised itself as human, peeling open the skin to mimic wings.

Its form was beginning to resemble the Queen of the Desert City,
the one I killed in the Abyssal Labyrinth.

But I had definitely killed her.

She wasn’t coming back.

Then again, *I* had also returned from death, so nothing could be said with certainty.

Could it be that eliminating all pollutants would revive the Desert Queen?

*Pollution corrupts an entire city.*

As pollutants accumulate, the city as a whole is affected.

This phenomenon arose after the continent of Pangsenia ascended into the heavens.

Pollution corrupts the city, consumes it as an offering, and ultimately destroys it.

At a glance, it might seem like an epidemic—

But the real problem lies afterward.

After becoming a City of Death—

*Records say pollutants are tied to the birth of new species.*

Which is why people call this pollution “Skyborne Disease.”

The continent ascended, and the evolution followed.

But why the form of the Bloodspawn?

And where was Isabella?

If she was alive, finding her wouldn’t be difficult.

“Rise, O Darkness—kaaak.”

For there was no one faster at eliminating pollutants than me.

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