I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-233

Ch-233. **I Want to Kill You (1)**

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*Use any means necessary.*

*Crush each other and climb upward!*

A being completely unlike anything in the previous Hall of the People had appeared.

But he could not be ignored.

The Constellation of Purity—
He was one who had once become the *Highest Star*.

The one who had achieved the dream every Constellation longed for.

*‘The true competition has begun.’*

The Constellation of the Most Radiant Hero sensed it instantly.

The changes among the Constellations that began after the appearance of Purity.

They would no longer deal with humans lukewarmly as they had in the past.

*‘And they must have realized through me—just how overwhelming the benefits are when the human you’ve chosen grows.’*

Every Constellation desired the author Randolph.

But at present, Randolph was subscribed to by the Constellation of the Most Radiant Hero alone.

Randolph’s growth had strengthened him, made him shine even brighter.

Among all the Constellations of the Hall, he stood unmatched.

All because Randolph’s story enriched him.

But Randolph had not always been this valuable.

*‘A Constellation’s focused interest makes a human grow rapidly. So they must be thinking that creating a “second Randolph” isn’t impossible…’*

Most Constellations were now trying to create a second Randolph.

Choosing gifted humans, subscribing to them, and reinforcing them.

Some were even directly interfering with humans to encourage growth.

A behavior utterly unlike anything Constellations had displayed before.

A few even made “Apostle Contracts,” openly revealing their divine names.

Turning humans into their apostles.

*‘This change isn’t entirely bad. The problem is the overheated competition.’*

It was practically war.

Some tried to kill humans raised by other Constellations.

Others tried to steal them by force and contract them.

They seemed to have forgotten their awareness as glorious beings.

But at this rate, a second Randolph was unlikely.

Randolph had grown rapidly because of the attention of *all* Constellations.

“To raise those with potential—that is the purpose of a Constellation. Randolph is remarkable, yes, but he has no room left to grow. Isn’t it wasteful to cling to just him?”

The Constellation of Purity approached him, speaking.

His face full of question marks, unclear whether he was provoking or sincere.

“Randolph will become stronger.”

The Constellation of the Most Radiant Hero shook his head.

He had watched Randolph from the beginning—Randolph never stopped.

“You truly believe that? Yes, he *might* grow stronger. But it is also undeniable that Randolph has reached his limit.”

“…”

“And with your starlight, wouldn’t it be far more efficient to raise a different human?”

…It wasn’t necessarily wrong.

Randolph’s level was 9.

Blocked by absurd amounts of required experience, leveling was impossible.

He still had room to grow in other ways, strengthening his combat power—but the most important growth, leveling, was stalled.

Nothing made a Constellation shine more than level-ups or transcendence events.

Thus, in terms of pure “efficiency,” Randolph’s story was atrocious.

Purity was asking: Wouldn’t it be better to raise several other humans in that time?

“…Get lost. I have no words to share with you.”

The Constellation of the Most Radiant Hero cut off the conversation entirely.

He had no intention of being swayed.

The Constellation of Purity might be necessary for the Hall, but for him—he was irrelevant.

“Hm. I sincerely hope your choice proves correct.”

Purity shrugged and withdrew.

Perhaps he sensed the unshakable will of the Radiant Hero.

Truthfully, the Radiant Hero had many questions.

About Purity’s methods.
About the being Purity was raising.
About Purity’s true identity.
About the other Hall of the People.

But he dismissed his curiosity.

To him, Purity was no longer worth caring about.

There was something far more important.

*‘He said Randolph reached his limit?’*

…If he had seen Randolph’s current state—
If he were watching Randolph’s story—
Would he dare say such a thing?

He shifted his gaze.

Then focused on Randolph’s unfolding tale.

This moment was more important than any before.

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【You have found the Starlight of the Weapon Master.】
【ATK +4, HP +4】
【You have equipped the Starlight of the Weapon Master.】
【‘Memory of the Stars’ has been completed.】
【ATK and HP of all possessed starlights increase by 1.】
【Total ATK 40, Total HP 40】
【Hidden starlights begin appearing on the map.】

After finding the final starlight, the Heavenly Demon tilted his head.

*‘Even after collecting everything, it doesn’t reach 60?’*

The attack and health of the Dreadful Ill Omen—
The one who sent him to the Prison of Stars—were both 60.

He assumed that if he gathered them all, he too would reach those numbers.

But even with all starlights collected, he only reached 40.

*‘I possess eight hidden traits. Does that mean that creature possessed even more?’*

Back when he’d just arrived on the Island of the Gods—
Before nightfall—he had been unable to find hidden starlights.

Naturally, the Ill Omen must have also gathered only ordinary starlights with limited effects.

Which should have resulted in the same numbers.

Attack 60, HP 60—he had seen it clearly during their duel.

No room for mistake.

*‘More hidden traits than me…’*

The Heavenly Demon stroked his chin.

The Dreadful Ill Omen.

It was certain the creature possessed more hidden traits than he did.

But how?

Just in numbers alone—1.5 times more.

Meaning the creature possessed 1.5 times the hidden traits he had.

But could that be possible?

*‘Does it have at least twelve hidden traits?’*

…No matter how he thought about it, it made no sense.

Excluding the Key, a normal person could possess up to twelve hidden traits.

Even then, that was only rumor—no one actually had them all.

He had never seen such a person.

And yet…

The difference in stats was inexplicable.

*‘It must have satisfied hidden conditions.’*

He shook his head.

This island followed the path dictated by one’s “Memory of the Stars.”

Complete it quickly, and defeat challengers—that was the basic flow.

But that wasn’t all.

There were hidden stars, hidden rules, hidden treasures.

Naturally, those who found these hidden things gained an advantage.

The Ill Omen must have found something hidden.

“Tsk.”

The Heavenly Demon clicked his tongue.

He had tried to play along with the ritual crafted by the Hybrid of the God’s skin—yet this was what happened.

*‘When night comes, I’ll find him.’*

He had been thinking about it wrong.

At night—

Fights were forbidden by rule, yes, for the Night Wraith would appear if one fought.

But if he killed the Ill Omen **before** the wraith arrived and fled?

Easy.

This suited the Heavenly Demon far better.

*‘The Heavenly Demon Blade is mine.’*

Most importantly, he could track the blade’s location in real time.

Only the Heavenly Demon could wield it.

So if someone else was holding it, they would surely pay the price soon.

Killing a deranged lunatic would be trivial.

The Heavenly Demon calmly waited for night.

And then—

【Night has fallen.】
【The transformations of the Night Wraiths have ended.】
【Four Night Wraiths remain.】

He began to move.

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Isabella approached the mouth of the cave.

Night had arrived.

【Your transformation has ended.】
【You have become a Night Wraith.】

Fwoooosh—

Black energy surged across her entire body.

She had become a wraith.

Isabella slowly lowered her gaze to her hands.

Her palms were drenched in blood.

Her own blood.

“I am still… so weak.”

Shaken by a mere illusion.

Unable to suppress a momentary burst of anger.

The memories the starlight had shown her—

There was no proof they were true.

This was the Abyss—
And not just anywhere, but its deepest region.

So surely… it must be false.

Undoubtedly a trick to drive a wedge between her and Randolph.

“How could that be the truth? That Lord Randolph controlled me… that he isn’t even of this world…”

Isabella shook her head.

Since the beginning of those memories, her life had been hell.

How many agonizing hurdles had she survived before becoming the Snake Princess?

While others perished under the Desert Queen, she alone survived, grinding her bones against death.

Her body was never intact, her will erased—living a life worth less than a puppet.

Without even knowing why.

Each day pain.
Each day resentment.

And now she was supposed to believe it was all Randolph’s doing?

That Randolph wasn’t even human, merely controlling that body?

…Impossible.

Even if she conceded a hundred—no, a thousand steps—it made no sense.

Randolph had always been sincere.

Such sincerity was not something a mere puppeteer could imitate.

No—this was clearly a ploy of the Abyss to tear them apart.

Randolph was Wilhelm’s successor.

Serengeti had acknowledged him personally.

Therefore… Randolph could not be a harbinger of divine sickness.

*‘Do not waver, Isabella.’*

To be shaken by something so cheap only proved she was still weak.

She shook her head vigorously.

She could not waver any longer.

Time passed.

“…Why is a Night Wraith here?”

Someone appeared before the cave, frowning.

The moment Isabella saw him, her pupils widened.

*The Heavenly Demon!*

Night Wraiths could perceive basic information about challengers.

The man who appeared was unmistakably the Heavenly Demon.

…A perfect opportunity.

A chance to eliminate the Heavenly Demon!

Participants could not battle each other, but Night Wraiths *could*, even at night.

With overwhelming stats—ATK 500, HP 500.

If she fought now, she would win.

Isabella gathered her resolve and prepared to move—

Rumbleeeee—!

Boom! Boom! Kuuurung!

Something massive crashed through the foliage.

Isabella froze at the sight.

*The Master of the Tomb!*

An ancient golem.

Ruler of the Abyss, an absolute being.

It appeared as if by arrangement—
And with unmistakably hostile intent.

If not targeting the Heavenly Demon, then surely… Randolph.

Whom was it after?

…She could not fight both simultaneously.

If the Master of the Tomb sought Randolph, this was the worst scenario.

If she attacked the Heavenly Demon, the golem would seize the opening and kill Randolph.

“You’re not moving. Or… guarding the cave?”

The Heavenly Demon smirked and continued:

“Do you intend to remain there until morning? Surely you don’t plan on being erased to protect whoever is inside?”

He did not know who the Night Wraith was.

But he sensed what her behavior implied.

Isabella bit her lip.

He was right—
If she stayed until morning, both she and Randolph would die.

The Master of the Tomb and the Heavenly Demon did not fight each other.

They only awaited Randolph.

Why?

*‘They must be the ones Randolph defeated!’*

Randolph’s two victories—

They must have belonged to them.

Seeking to reclaim what they lost, they came at night to kill him.

Meaning the two would absolutely not fight one another.

Realizing this, Isabella grew frantic.

No solution appeared.

But she could not sit idle either.

*‘What should I… do…?’*

And then—

KWAaaaaaaang!

Like a bombardment, a massive sword fell from the sky.

It detonated directly atop the Heavenly Demon.

“Guh—!”

Swallowed by dust, the Heavenly Demon coughed blood from the shockwave of unleashed energy.

His spine chilled.

Had he not instinctively wrapped his body in force-protection, he would have been cleaved in two.

His reinforced defense was pierced, and he still suffered internal wounds.

A monster of this caliber was rare even in the deepest Abyss.

The Heavenly Demon scowled and looked upward.

“You… who are you?”

Clatter—Clatter—

A horse surged into view, wreathed in azure flames.

And upon it—

A man in armor and helm engraved with the shape of a black dragon.

He floated leisurely in the sky, gazing down upon the Heavenly Demon as if surveying the world.

‘Ah!’

The moment she saw him, Isabella trembled.

She recognized him instantly.

And she knew—

Just how monstrous he was.

…He was the conqueror.

A unique, unparalleled sovereign.

One none could oppose.

*The Sunken Emperor…!*

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