I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-166

Ch-166

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Issera, the one who invaded Earth, was looking down at the ground from the sky.

“Issera. Are you waiting for Earth’s ‘Rift Guardian’?”

Who would dare speak informally to Issera, the supreme commander of the invading army who had crossed the warp?
Issera frowned and turned his head, but soon let out a low sigh.

“…Big Sister.”

One of the lesser demons he had brought with him.
He wore the face of a man, but Issera recognized him immediately.

“You slipped out without the Demon King’s permission again?”

“I didn’t slip out. My true body remains in the Demon Realm.”

An entity who breezily sidestepped the question—
She was Issera’s one and only blood relative, and the hell-lord in charge of the Seventh Hell.

“If the Demon King finds out…”

“And you think he would dare scold me?”

“‘He’…? That is a disrespectful way to refer to him.”

“Haha, Issera. You’re still such a model soldier.”

Laughing, she tapped Issera lightly on the shoulder.

“He’s busy experimenting with that new body he acquired. I doubt he even has the time to care about me.”

“…Big Sister. I don’t mind, but please restrain yourself when you’re around the other lords.”

“You mean those weaker than me?”

Issera let out a sigh.

But she wasn’t wrong.

She was overwhelmingly powerful—
a being even the other hell-lords deferred to.
Even the “Demon King” himself was no exception.

Naturally, she had the right to speak as she pleased.

“Anyway, you brought along an interesting one.”

“You mean Union?”

She nodded.

Union, the magician of the Golden Ratio.
Though human, he was a peculiar one.

“He will be useful. His ‘Inventory’ contains quite a few strange things.”

“Don’t get too close to him. There has never been a decent imperial human, not since ancient times.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Issera bowed his head.

There were only two people he ever bowed to.
The Demon King, and his blood relative—his sister.
To no one else would he bend his head.

Smirking faintly, she looked down at the ground.

Earth. The blue planet.
Its level of civilization was clearly beyond that of Pangaenia.

“…Big Sister. Then why have you appeared here? Do you not trust me?”

“You are my blood. Why would I not trust you?”

“Then why?”

“I was simply curious.”

“Curious about what?”

It was rare for someone called the strongest to feel curiosity.
That something existed on this Earth that could spark her curiosity was itself baffling.

When he asked, she shrugged and said:

“They say the only human who ever killed me is here.”

“…Wilhelm is dead.”

Even the monstrous Wilhelm had been slain by the Demon King.
The Demon King had taken his body, leaving not a trace behind.

But the hell-lord of the Seventh Hell shook her head.

“The true body that moved Wilhelm. That is what I wish to see.
The only man who ever killed me—the one no one else could kill.”

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The British royal family.

After the passing of Elizabeth III, Britain was still in turmoil.
Public exhaustion toward the monarchy had reached its limits due to domestic instability and mysterious monster attacks.

The legitimate heirs had died one after another, leaving a void in royal authority, further inflaming the situation.

“Down with the monarchy!”

“Abolish absolute monarchy!”

Countless citizens gathered in front of the palace,
shouting in unison for the downfall of the crown.

And amid them, a white car pulled in.

“…Must you really attend today, Sir Oliver? The situation is unstable,”
asked butler Melson, visibly worried.

Oliver gave a small smile and nodded.

“I should at least show my face. Everyone thinks I’m dead, after all.”

“Even so…”

“I am a legitimate heir. My ranking is a bit low, though.”

Melson’s wrinkles deepened.

It was good that Oliver, who had lived hidden away on an island, had finally changed his mind and stepped into the world.
But did it have to be the monarchy?

After Queen Elizabeth’s death, the heirs with high succession rights had been dying one after another.
It was clearly not normal.

*Assassinations.*

Someone was killing them deliberately.

With three rival factions within the British royal family keeping one another in check, Oliver’s involvement would be like a shrimp caught between fighting whales.

Furthermore, rising to the surface now—when his living relatives were still present—would not be taken kindly.

*I cannot hide forever.*

Oliver straightened his shoulders.

He understood Melson’s worries.
But his life in Pangaenia as Hudson had changed everything.

The wedding had been postponed, but thanks to that, he had regained clarity.

To stand proud before Serengeti, he had to stand proud on Earth as well.

*If I am strong, I can support Lord Randolph.*

And not only that—
both worlds were now under threat.

A balance of power had to be restored.

Oliver stepped outside.

Fwoo…

He took a deep breath and walked toward the palace, where the crisis meeting must have already begun.

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A massive ship floating in the sky.

Union attended a gathering where the legion commander of the demons and the high-ranking demons serving him were present.

“A human? Here?”

“Even if it is the commander’s will, this is incomprehensible.”

“He lacks the dignity to stand with us.”

The high-ranking demons each voiced their complaints.

Though it was at Issera’s command, they could not understand why a human was being included in such an important meeting.

Compared to them, Union’s stature was far inferior.

*Idiots. They don’t even realize I’m intentionally lowering my level.*

Issera was the only one who understood his true value.
He immediately recognized that Union had deliberately “leveled down.”

Union had stored most of his experience points inside potions—
a method for an unpermitted human like him to cross dimensions.

—Kyaaa…

*…Not now.*

Union hurriedly pressed down on Hell, who had tried to emerge.

Meanwhile, the legion commander Issera appeared.

“You are all gathered.”

“Greetings, Commander!”

All knelt as one and raised their voices.
Union, who had sworn loyalty, did the same—awkwardly, since he had just shoved Hel back inside.

He lifted his head slightly to look at Issera.

*Who is that beside Issera?*

He had never seen that figure before.
If it were a high-ranking demon, he would know;
the great archmage never forgot a face.

Which meant… it wasn’t a high-ranking demon.

*One who can stand beside Issera—who commands millions of demons—could only be another hell-lord.*

That arrogant expression…
Any ordinary demon would be erased on the spot for showing such disrespect in front of Issera.

The fact that Union couldn’t identify this person made him uneasy.
And strangely, none of the other demons seemed curious.

The same demons who insulted him for being human showed not even a hint of scrutiny toward this lesser-looking demon beside Issera.

*Do they already know who that is?*

Who could they be?

As he pondered, Issera spoke.

“I know many of you wonder why we have not begun a full-scale invasion, despite initiating the assault.”

That was true.

Union had unleashed meteor strikes immediately only because he wasn’t a demon—
demons could not move a finger without Issera’s command.

With everyone holding their breath, Issera continued:

“There is a task that must be completed before invading another world.
A task that the first planner of the invasion, Ahram the King of the Dead, should have completed.”

The hell-lord of the First Hell—
Ahram, King of the Dead.

But he had perished without even launching a proper invasion.

A truly pathetic end.

“That foolish Ahram failed to complete the preliminary task. Instead, he self-destructed somewhere on his own.
Because of that, the responsibility has fallen to me.”

Ahram’s disappearance had caused an uproar in the Demon Realm.
He vanished without completing his invasion,
taking his massive legion with him.

No one knew where or why.

All that was certain was that he vanished *before* starting the invasion.

“What is this task, Commander?”
a close aide asked.

Issera nodded.

“The hunting of the ‘Rift Guardian.’”

“By Rift Guardian… do you mean the ‘Dragon God’?”

“You are well-informed.”

Rift Guardians—
the beings who protected the world’s rifts.
They were called Dragon Gods.
And the demons intended to hunt them.

This was the first Union had heard of such a move.
His ears perked up.

“The ‘Dragon God’ of this Earth is currently in deep hiding.
We still don’t know if there is one or many.
All because of that fool Ahram.”

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*That foolish Ahhram.*

Issera repeated the words with genuine disdain.

Since he had vanished without accomplishing anything, he certainly deserved to be cursed.
But Issera’s hatred toward Ahhram bordered on extremity—
as if the two had never gotten along to begin with.

“However, there is a way to lure out the ‘Dragon God.’
And one of those ways involves you, Union.”

“Is there… something I must do?”

Suddenly being called upon made Union tense.
This was the first he had heard of needing to be involved in drawing out the Dragon God.

Could Issera have foreseen even this scenario before accepting him?

If so, then Issera… was truly no ordinary being.

And if Issera gave a command here, he would have to obey it with his life.

Issera opened his mouth.

“Unseal the power you’ve been hiding.
Once the balance collapses, the Guardian will naturally appear.”

“……”

Ah.

Union stiffened inwardly.

Issera was telling him to take the experience potions and restore his level.

The ability to hide experience inside potions was something *only he* possessed.
Issera had seen through it at a glance and dragged him into this invasion for that very purpose.

If he were to restore his power all at once, the Balance Guardians would move,
and when they appeared—Issera planned to personally hunt them.

Issera was terrifyingly meticulous.
he had drawn up a plan to use even him, an unexpected variable, the moment Issera saw him.

“…I will need some time, Commander.”

But he could not follow that order as-is.

“How long do you need?”

“I cannot restore all my power at once. It will take at least a month.”

“Hm. A month, you say.”

Issera did not know that he had sealed his experience inside potions.
And because Issera didn’t know, he could craft an excuse.

“I will give you two weeks.
Fail to recover within that time, and my disappointment will be great.”

“I will do my utmost, Commander.”

He exhaled quietly.

Two weeks.
A mere fourteen days.

*I’ll have to accomplish my goals first within that time.*

Union had grand objectives.
There were things he had to do on Earth:

Finding and personally taking revenge on the one who manipulated him—first.
And second, locating the special “Prototype Class.”

Fourteen days was far too short for all of that.

*…Why is he looking at me like that?*

Feeling a gaze on him, he frowned slightly.

The demon standing beside Issera.
That demon was curling his lips upward at him—
as if he knew Union well.
Sneering, scorning, looking down on him.

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《The name of the First Queen has been set as ‘Hana.’》

《The Queen is pleased with her name.》

《The Queen begins oviposition.》

《To lay an egg, 1% of the King’s ‘blood’ is required.》

《Tip: Increasing your ‘Natural Regeneration’ accelerates blood generation.》

《Tip: The minimum level of the blood-born brood from Queen Hana is 6.》

《Tip: Depending on the Queen’s traits, a rare special variant may be born.》

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One percent of his blood per egg.

But humans die if they lose more than 30% of their remaining blood.

*Natural Regeneration.*

That was the key to managing this.
Only natural regeneration could speed up the replenishment of his blood supply.

*My current natural regeneration is roughly 1,300%.*

About thirteen times the normal rate.
If he could provide enough blood for thirty eggs a day,
that meant he could support the laying of about 390 eggs daily.

*Barely around four hundred.
Nowhere near a thousand.*

To maximize the Queen’s egg production, he would need to push his natural regeneration up to around 3,300%.

But natural regeneration was not something easy to raise.

*The thousand percent increase from the Ouroboros Brand makes up nearly all of it.*
The Baal Set only contributed a small amount.
Equipment that increased natural regeneration was typically of mythic grade or higher.

*Should I look for the True Ancestor Set?*

The equipment set of the True Ancestor.
Among items that dramatically increased natural regeneration, that was the first to come to mind.

But even obtaining the True Ancestor Set would fall far short of reaching 3,300%.

He rubbed his chin in thought, then shook his head.

*I’ve already done enough prep regarding Issera.
There’s no need to obsess over natural regeneration any further.*

Anything beyond this would be putting the cart before the horse.

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