I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-193

Ch-193. **Victory!**

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There was no solution.

Even Myrion’s *Stillness* couldn’t stop those Bloodborn Demons from self-detonating.

The demons under his command were helpless as well.

Issera’s legion, too, could not escape from their *weakness*.

In the end, the demons were nothing more than a wall of flesh meant to shield Issera.

“Agnis! Are you planning to violate the contract that says you will become my spear?!”

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In the end, only the Spirit King Agnis remained.

But even then, the Spirit King’s gaze was still helplessly fixed on that damn *Reaper*.

However, even for a Spirit King, breaking a contract was a fatal matter.

— …Fine.

Agnis finally nodded and raised his right hand.

Fwoooooosh!

A massive spear of blazing fire instantly materialized, radiating heat.

FWAAAAA!!

Agnis hurled the spear—yet it did not even need to *hit* anything. Anything within its proximity was scorched to ash as the spear streaked forward endlessly.

And the sight that followed was something one wouldn’t believe even after seeing it.

Nearly a thousand Bloodspawns were erased in a *single throw*.

As if they had never existed in the first place.

*If Agnis fights properly, we can win.*

Issera nodded as he watched it.

Even the Legion was not truly invincible.

If Agnis’s attacks worked, then this war—there was hope.

If he swept away that bitch’s entire legion, her invincibility would collapse!

“What are you doing? Why have you stopped?”

Agnis had thrown one spear—and then refused to move again.

When Issera snapped irritably, Agnis answered bluntly:

— My mana is insufficient.

…What? Insufficient mana?

For the Spirit King Agnis to unleash power in the mortal world, he must use the summoner’s mana.

And Issera’s mana was a boundless ocean—it was impossible to run dry.

So did he really already spend it all?

*…I wasted too much.*

Ah.

Waste. That was the problem.

He had used up too much when activating the portal for Mass Teleport.

Not only that.

He had fought the Dragon God Lucaria for *four entire days*.

And he had been tricked by the Blade Dragon God’s acting, squandering mana for nothing.

Even the ocean eventually dries.

*My weakness has been exposed, I lack soldiers, and now even my mana is gone.*

How did it turn to this?

He had been utterly cornered.

Never before had he fought a battle this hopeless.

But it made no sense that a newly born Dragon God had set up all of this.

*How did she find out my weakness? If she knew my weakness beforehand and prepared… only the Lords of Hell would know.*

The Demon King and the Lords of Hell knew Issera’s weakness.

Fixing his flaw had naturally revealed it to them.

That was the only condition that allowed the traitor Issera to settle in the Demon Realm.

*Could there be a traitor among them?*

There was only one case where someone could prepare for a weakness that had never been shown anywhere.

One of the Lords had betrayed him.

Otherwise, it made no sense.

Even the Dragon God’s Wish Orb could not reveal his weakness unless used right before their eyes.

But then—who?

Even if someone did betray him—how could they *warn a Dragon God that wasn’t even born yet?*

…How could she know?

BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOOOM!

A festival unfolded in the sky.

Bloodspawns blood rained down like a crimson downpour.

Even sacrificing demons to block them had reached its limit.

*There is… a way.*

Issera turned his gaze toward the Dragon God Lucaria.

With normal means, he could not escape this danger.

But through *abnormal* means—perhaps he could.

Cannibalizing one’s own kind.

Of course, merely ripping out flesh to eat would never be enough.

*I must devour the entire heart.*

If he consumed even the heart, it became possible—

—to escape this crisis and kill that damn woman.

Issera’s eyes gleamed.

The heart of a Dragon God was meant to be offered to the Demon King as tribute.

Eating it was equivalent to betraying the Demon King.

But for the sake of his own survival, Issera would do anything.

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I sat down slowly and closed my eyes.

My war with Issera hadn’t ended—but that didn’t matter.

*Enlightenment. So this is enlightenment.*

There was something more important now.

When Blade Queen Hana entered the *Broken Celestial Egg* to receive the Dragon God’s Karma, my consciousness linked with hers—granting me enlightenment as well.

It was an unspecified, unquantifiable thread—a lead that could never be grasped by viewing this world merely as a game.

*The Gate of Truth…*

I had seen it clearly.

The moment the Dragon God’s Karma was bestowed upon the Blade Queen—

—in that single instant, the *Gate of Truth* opened.

A gate that possessed and granted all qualifications that exist in the world—appeared before Hana and before me.

*There is something identical inside me as well.*

And when the gate bestowed Karma upon Hana, it simultaneously *looked at me*.

To be precise—it made eye contact with *something* inside me.

I still didn’t know what that something was, but when the Gate of Truth opened, that entity showed deep displeasure.

Similar—yet completely different.

*Who are you?*

Thump.

I tapped my chest with my fist.

Something was inside.

Another entity existing parallel to the Gate of Truth.

If my consciousness had not linked with Hana to witness the gate, I would never have known.

*The Blood-Marrow King couldn’t invade me because of this thing.*

My hidden trait, *King of the Blood Demons*, had evolved into *God of the Blood Demons*, allowing me to read the *flow of consciousness* of all Bloodspawns.

Including the faint remnants of the Blood-Marrow King’s mind that had died inside me.

The Blood-Marrow King was far beyond what I had imagined.

So powerful that I finally understood why Jormungand reacted that way to him.

*In terms of pure combat strength, comparing the Blood-Marrow King to Wilhelm is not an exaggeration.*

In some ways, even Wilhelm might not win.

He had ruled the world purely through strength.

But even that godlike being kneeled before the entity inside me.

*Don’t hide—come out.*

Had I never known, I would’ve ignored it.

But now that I knew, I could no longer look away.

I closed my eyes and observed myself.

I descended endlessly beneath the surface—down to the final fragment of consciousness left behind by the Blood-Marrow King.

—To think you would reach this place so soon… astonishing.

…At the end, there existed an enormous *eye* and an *mouth*.

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…Power surged.

Every cell in his body came alive.

A pleasure incomparable to eating flesh crashed over him.

“Aaaaahhh!”

Issera trembled violently.

He had devoured the Dragon God Lucaria—completely.

Flesh, and the entire heart.

GUOOOOOOOO!!

Agnis raised his arm—and a flame spear appeared, incomparable to every previous one in size and intensity.

Just looking at it made one feel as if they would melt.

KWA-AAAAAAAANG!!

When he hurled it, half the sky was erased.

Without exaggeration—erased.

As Issera’s rank increased, so too did the power of the Spirit King Agnis.

“Look! The legion you were so proud of turned out to be utterly worthless, didn’t it?”

Issera smirked, confidence restored.

The bitch’s ‘self-destruction’ could no longer harm him.

If they evaporated before touching him, what use was that weakness?

At that moment, the Blade Dragon God Hana’s eyes trembled faintly.

“Agnis. Burn—everything.”

KWA-AAAAANG!!

The flame spears rained endlessly from the heavens.

Hana tried to stop them, but the spear’s massive area of effect could not be blocked alone.

Immunity only applied to the part of her body *directly struck*—not to every attack in the vicinity.

Even spreading her wings of blades made no difference.

In the end, under Agnis’s relentless assault, the Bloodspawns were wiped out.

“Every last one of your precious legion died—without a single exception. Now it’s your turn.”

Every last creature was dead.

The Blade Dragon God had no legion left.

And as expected—her invincibility should now be gone.

“…Ah.”

Hana’s body suddenly began trembling violently.

Her expression distorted little by little.

Then she hung her head.

Seeing that, Issera burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! What? Are you so sad you feel like crying?”

“Ahhh…”

“No matter how invincible you are, if your ability is lacking, nothing can be done. Accept your fate proper—”

“Aaaaaaahhhh!!!”

《The swarm has been annihilated.》

《A Queen with the trait “Frenzy” enters berserk state when her swarm is annihilated.》

《A berserk Queen rampages until she dies.》

Hana lifted her head again.

Tears of blood flowed down her face, and her eyes turned red as blood.

STAB! STAB! STAAAB!!

The wings of blades burrowed into her own chest.

Blood exploded outward.

*Is she insane enough to self-harm?*

Could it be that the condition meant she died along with her legion?

That would’ve been an unbelievable condition.

A Dragon God having a legion, and tying her death to the death of her entire legion—no Dragon God would ever possess such a weakness.

“…Hm?”

But it didn’t seem to be simple self-harm.

The wings that pierced into her flesh wrapped around her like armor.

Her flowing blood drew countless lines across her skin like tattoos.

*Her last desperate struggle.*

Issera summed it up with one phrase.

GUOOOOO!!!

Agnis threw another flame spear.

It pierced the sky and struck the Blade Dragon God dead-on.

Her weakness was exposed—so she should either be impaled and die, or evaporate like the Bloodborn bugs before her.

“…What?”

But Issera’s expectation crumbled.

“…The annihilation of her legion wasn’t the weakness?”

…Even now, the flame spear did not inflict *any* damage on the Blade Dragon God.

The condition he thought was obvious had been wrong.

His mind spiraled.

Then what weakness was it?

—SPAT!

In the blink of an eye, the Blade Dragon God dashed toward Agnis.

SHRRRRRIP!!

She swung both arms—bloody claws extending like blades—ripping Agnis to pieces savagely.

Huh.

Had she truly gone mad?

She wasn’t a beast—what was she even doing?

Agnis was flame personified.

Clawing at him should never tear him apart.

But once again, Issera’s assumption shattered.

After being clawed dozens of times, Agnis disintegrated—forcefully unsummoned.

*She forcefully unsummoned a Spirit King?!*

Issera’s pupils trembled violently.

It was something that should be impossible.

As long as the summoner has mana remaining, a spirit *cannot* be forcefully unsummoned.

Their body is not a true body—it’s a shape created with the summoner’s mana.

And right now, the mana dwelling in Issera’s heart was not merely sufficient—it overflowed.

And yet the form of the Spirit King of Fire was shredded by those bloody claws and forcefully banished.

Impossible.

“Agnis!”

He called again, but there was no answer.

Agnis refused to respond to the summon.

As if he were *afraid*.

Sssshhhh…

The berserk Hana locked eyes with Issera.

“…”

“Stop.”

Dragon-tongue command.

Lucaria’s most powerful authority.

The dominion of words—unmatched even among Dragon Gods.

*…The Dragon-tongue doesn’t work at all.*

But the beast did not stop.

CRACK!

Myrion’s *Stillness* didn’t work either.

Nothing worked.

Perfect immunity.

Annihilating the legion had not been the condition.

Instead, wiping out the legion had only awakened the hidden instinct of destruction.

They had unfastened her restraints.

What use was overflowing mana now?

He could not spend it.

And even if he could, nothing worked anyway.

The red-eyed beast closed in—

—and Issera screamed in despair.

“What the hell are you—?!”

SLLLLASH!!!

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《Victory!》

《Congratulations!》

《Legion Commander “Issera” has died.》

《The second invasion has been successfully repelled.》

《Important! A new system announcement has been registered.》

《Distribution of rewards will begin according to contribution.》

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