I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-231

Ch-231. **Starlight, Eternal Randolph**

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“…How dare you…”

The Heavenly Demon.

He, who had been transferred into the *Prison of Stars*, was released.

Having once again drifted into the *Island of the Gods*, he began to scatter a thick murderous aura.

“How dare you steal my Heavenly Demon Blade…!”

A treasure beyond any price.
The divine weapon that only the Patriarch of Mount Cheonsan could possess—that was the Heavenly Demon Blade.

And that blade had been taken by some unknown brat he had never even seen before.

Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.

**Kuruung! Ku-ku-ku-kung!**

He merely released his murderous intent, yet the surrounding terrain distorted.

*‘But by now, the thief should be either dead or insane.’*

The Heavenly Demon forcibly suppressed his killing aura.

He could not allow himself to be returned to the *Prison of Stars* again without accomplishing anything.

And besides—anyone who stole the Heavenly Demon Blade would already be dead or mad.

The evil god sealed within the blade was not a being one could trifle with.

Anyone who touched the Heavenly Demon Blade without mastering the Heavenly Demon Divine Art would have their entire body swell and burst.

Or they would turn into a lunatic *Killing Star*, laying waste to everything nearby.

Even if one *had* mastered the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, they still needed to abandon being human.

Whatever the case, there was no scenario in which the thief of the Heavenly Demon Blade would remain unharmed.

There was no possibility of the thief gaining anything from the blade.

*‘Hybrid of the God’s skin… I don’t know what intention drove you to create this absurd ritual.’*

This island hosted a certain ritual.

At a glance it looked like a game, but it was a vast ritual with clear intent behind it.

He had not bothered collecting “starlight,” yet after experiencing it himself, he understood.

*‘Fine. If a victor is what you want, I will become one.’*

Only the final victor could obtain everything.

And to do that, one needed to gather “starlight.”

During his time trapped in the Prison of Stars, the Heavenly Demon had managed to learn the rules.

He had also learned the identity of the one who had stolen his blade.

*‘I will take everything from you—wretched ill omen.’*

At best, a miserable ill omen.

He did not know why the extinct clan of calamity-beasts had been cast down to the bottom of the Abyss.

But one thing was certain—they could never escape the Heavenly Demon Blade or his demonic nature.

Never.

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The evil god could not understand.

He was black—the color that dyed all other colors.

And yet this human before him was not dyed.

There was only one possible explanation.

Only something darker than himself could remain undyed.

—*I am pure evil!*

But was such a thing possible?

That this human was more evil than he?

More evil than the one who had lived his entire existence as pure malice?

From birth to death, he had reigned over every pinnacle of evil.

Then what of this human…?
How many atrocities must he have committed to possess a shade darker than himself?!

—*What… are you?*

For a moment, he considered whether the human might be a different kind of “evil god,” but no.

This creature was no evil god.

Yet it possessed a domain darker than any other in existence.

Like a super-gravitational pit that sometimes appeared in the cosmos—
A world of nothingness that swallowed everything.

—*Unacceptable. I cannot acknowledge that you are more evil than I!*

Pure, absolute malice.
That should belong only to himself.

His absolute domain—invaded.

There was only one answer.

—*I’ve changed my mind. Die.*

Kill him and take everything.

After all, this space belonged to the evil god.
All things, all phenomena—rested within his hands.

Here, the human could never defeat him.

A single word imbued with divine will was enough.

**Tuk.**

Immediately, the human’s consciousness faded.

Soon, his body’s vitality would also disappear.

The price for invading his domain was death—nothing else.

—*Tch. It would’ve been better had you simply accepted it.*

Though, it was a bit of a waste.

The human’s qualities were undeniably extraordinary.

He couldn’t accept that this human possessed evil greater than himself, but the talent—was real.

The evil god emerged from the darkness.

Then he slowly examined Randolph’s body, letting out a sound of admiration.

—*Even the Heavenly Demons of the past, hailed as peerless prodigies for a thousand years, cannot compare.*

The countless elite disciples of Mount Cheonsan who sought to inherit the evil god’s arts—
Only the most exceptional among them were permitted to challenge the Heavenly Demon Blade.

For hundreds and thousands of years, this tradition continued, yielding many peerless prodigies.

Yet they could not compare.

Those “geniuses among geniuses” were nothing but droplets of blood compared to this one.

A prodigy of ten thousand years.

No—perhaps even more.

—*His essence is human. Even without abandoning humanity, he has reached this level.*

The evil god immediately discerned Randolph’s true identity.

Though cloaked in layers of different natures, his essence remained human.

He had not abandoned humanity.

And with talent like this, he wouldn’t need to.

If he *did* abandon humanity… the evil god could not even imagine how much stronger he would become.

—*If he abandoned humanity, he could have mastered the Heavenly Demon Divine Art…*

None of the previous Heavenly Demons had mastered the Divine Art—except the evil god himself.

The current Heavenly Demon was closest, but far from mastery.

Yet *this one*… could do it.

If he could transfer these qualities into the current Heavenly Demon… his seal would be undone completely.

He could finally escape the Heavenly Demon Blade that imprisoned him!

—*I must use the Great Method.*

A ritual that absorbed another’s qualities and transferred them.

He could not move all ten parts, but enough.

The Great Method that devoured souls.

The evil god extended his hand toward Randolph’s heart.

And the moment his hand touched—

“…Finally, I’ve reached you.”

The human opened his eyes.

**Thump! Thump! Thump!**

The once-stilled heart thundered violently.

The evil god’s expression twisted.

—*He should have been dead…?*

The heart had stopped.

The soul had vanished.

Was it all an act?

But why?

Why risk such danger to feign death?

The evil god finally understood.

—*You… you… this is…?!*

He had been wrong from the beginning.

The layers of disguised “natures.”

He thought they merely hid Randolph’s humanity—but no.

Even that was just a veil.

As soon as he touched the heart, the evil god saw the human’s identity clearly.

Hundreds of eyes engraved within the heart stared back at him.

It began with the dreadful ill omen.

Then came the one who kindles darkness, followed by the emergence of Baal, one of the Four Calamities.

—*Too many… far too many to fit inside a mere human. What are you? What are all of you?!*

And it didn’t end there.

Shards of Destruction.
The Soul of Despair.

One after another, endlessly appearing.

All moving like living organisms, glaring at the evil god.

Each one an apex of evil.

Yet intertwining—becoming one, without truly being one.

Forming a singular “supreme pure evil” greater than the evil god himself.

A human created this?

Impossible.

Impossible beyond impossibility.

“Why do you think it’s impossible?”

The human met his gaze.

The evil god flinched.

What was projected from the human—
It was not Randolph.

Beyond him, the evil god sensed someone else entirely.
Someone who controlled this body.

—*A being that cannot exist…*

A being that must not exist, that should never appear.

Only then did the evil god understand everything.

This creature was something that could not exist.

Something that must not appear in this world.

—*The Demon of Greed…!*

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【You have selected ‘Dreadful Ill Omen’.】

【Starlight belonging to ‘Dreadful Ill Omen’ has been set.】
【During the morning, ATK +76, HP +70 will be applied.】
【‘Dreadful Ill Omen’ Record: 2 wins, 0 losses, 0 draws.】

The “Night Wraith” must imitate another participant during the morning.

So the one Isabella chose was naturally the Dreadful Ill Omen—Randolph.

Randolph was surely charging ahead at the front.

*‘I have to send as many challengers to prison as possible before sunset.’*

But she must never encounter Randolph himself.

If she did, she would be exposed as a fake and instantly be erased.

Therefore she needed to act with utmost caution.

She had to predict where Randolph would be and move accordingly.

*‘Already 2 wins… As expected of Lord Randolph.’*

It seemed she could even see such information.

Isabella smiled softly like a spring breeze.

Just as she expected—Randolph had grasped the core mechanics of the game.

Two wins in a single day without a single loss.

He had lost nothing precious.

And the “Night Wraith” received even more information.

*‘Top-tier starlight obtainable only at night… The fact he possesses the Sole Emperor’s Starlight means he didn’t rest even at night.’*

Having secured 2 wins, Randolph had survived one night and even acquired the Sole Emperor’s Starlight.

Meaning—
Now at morning, he was likely somewhere taking a breather and organizing what he had gained.

Isabella knew Randolph well.

He would not wander around in the morning.
He had already set his starlight and fought battles; he wouldn’t risk being chased by evil spirits.

He would gather all top-tier starlight and then strike in one sweep.

If she transformed into the Ill Omen again tomorrow, it would become even clearer.

Thus, her task was simple.

*‘The unborn existence. I must eliminate it.’*

…She had to destroy that monstrous being.

Her instincts told her so.

That monster existed solely to advance and win.

To devour everything and struggle toward birth.

And at the same time—

*‘I must secure Lord Randolph’s starlight.’*

She looked at the map marked with starlight.

Glittering points shone across it.

Of course, the Night Wraith could not possess starlight.

She could only mimic the starlight set by the form she had taken.

But she *could* guide the true owner of the starlight toward it.

*‘Exposure leads to erasure, but they never said I can’t communicate.’*

If she left a mark only Randolph would understand, that would suffice.

And she needed to protect the starlight from challengers until nightfall.

That was how she could support Randolph.

Having resolved herself, Isabella began locating Randolph’s starlight.

“Ah…!”

Near the center of the island, she found one.

【‘Eternal Randolph’ ★★★★★】
【The Night Wraith cannot possess new starlight.】

Found it.

Isabella swallowed hard.

The strongest starlight symbolizing Randolph!

But she had only found it.

Now she had to protect it from countless challengers until nightfall.

She could not allow anyone else to learn the name of this starlight.

Moreover, she had to ensure that Randolph would be able to claim it.

She did not know where Randolph was currently, but if he came near, he should be able to recognize it instantly.

She approached the starlight, wondering how to mark it—

【You are viewing the memories contained in ‘Eternal Randolph’.】

The memories engraved into the starlight seeped out.

They formed inside her mind, then unfolded vividly before her eyes.

As the memories played on, Isabella’s expression darkened.

And when she finished seeing all of it—

“…Ah…”

Isabella staggered.

Her eyes trembled violently, her pupils dilating to their limits.

Her complexion turned paper-white.

…The expression of someone who had seen something that must never be seen.

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