I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-315

Ch-315. **Proceed.**

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The World Tree of Honor.

At the moment one’s qualifications were judged—

It wasn’t only the color of light the World Tree emitted that changed.

《The “World Tree of Honor” judges you.》

《The honor possessed by “Park Hyun-myung” and “Randolph” is combined.》

《You possess a total of 100,200 points of “Honor.”》

Honor was combined.

But it was strange.

No matter how many times I checked, the number didn’t match my own calculations.

*“One hundred thousand?”*

It was a score that should have been impossible.

To begin with, there was nothing left to combine.

Randolph and I were already sharing honor points.

At most, the honor should have been somewhere around sixty thousand.

Could it be because of the ring, *“Radiant Pure-Blood’s”*?

*“Great Aspect only doubles honor.”*

It doubles the honor gained when achieving specific feats—it does not double honor that has already been accumulated.

Nor does it inflate a combined total.

Then—

*“Wilhelm’s honor…?”*

Had Wilhelm’s honor been added as well?

If that were the case, then one hundred thousand was at least plausible.

The World Tree must have recognized the honor latent within me—Wilhelm’s honor—as part of a single whole.

As if certifying that Wilhelm, Randolph, and I were no different from one body.

And before long—

《You have become the first to surpass 100,000 points of Honor.》

《The name of “Honor” changes.》

《All “Honor” is converted into “Sanctification .”》

《You possess 1 Sanctification for every 10,000 Honor.》

《“Sanctification” can be bestowed upon Divine Relics.》

《If Sanctification is bestowed upon an “activated Divine Relic,” you may obtain the position of “Pontiff,” allowing direct communication with the corresponding god.》

《By bestowing greater Sanctification upon “inactive Relics,” it may even be possible to summon forgotten gods.》

《The conditions for the appearance of a Hidden Dungeon have been met.》

《The “Forgotten Dungeon of Honor (Primordial)” appears.》

《Reclaim the honor of those who were forgotten, and those who have been forgotten.》

《Divine Relics may be found within this dungeon.》

《Warning: If a party of seven who are honorable, sacred, and deeply trusted is not formed, you may become eternally trapped within the dungeon.》

《All forms of rule alteration or destruction are prohibited within the “Forgotten Dungeon of Honor.”》

《Minimum Entry Requirement: Possess 20,000 or more Honor, or a “Sacred Soul” of equivalent scale, and be permitted to accompany by “Park Hyun-myung.”》

The very name of honor changed to *Sanctification*.

A score of one hundred thousand was converted into ten, and even its function was altered.

And everything that followed was just as overwhelming.

*“Randolph destroys Divine Relics, while I bestow Sanctification upon them. I can even summon forgotten gods through inactive relics…”*

The roles were clearly divided.

Randolph was no different from a *God Eater*.

A being that devours and kills gods.

But I—Park Hyun-myung—was one who *revives gods and communes with them*.

We had taken on completely opposite dispositions.

And I had inherited all of the honor.

*“Only now can balance be achieved.”*

The way to balance Randolph and myself—

This was it.

The darkness that arose whenever I transformed into Randolph was something my current self could not restrain.

It was far too vast, far too powerful.

Completely unmanageable.

But if balance was not established, it was inevitable that all manner of unwanted *darkness* would converge.

However, if I were to become even more sacred through Divine Relics—

*“It’s possible.”*

…It’s possible.

To restrain the darkness, restore balance, and become more complete.

But that wasn’t the only astonishing part.

*“…A Primordial-level dungeon.”*

The most shocking thing was the newly appeared Hidden Dungeon.

Not just any Hidden Dungeon, but a *Primordial-level* one!

A dungeon on the same level as my *Primordial Armor*.

This was the third time I had encountered something of the Primordial tier.

Huff! Huff!

My breathing grew ragged.

My heart pounded like it was going mad.

*“I already did absurd things with just one piece of Primordial armor.”*

That armor had been used far beyond my limits.

So what about a Primordial-level dungeon?

One thing was certain—

I would gain something utterly unreasonable from it.

*“But where do I find people with over 20,000 honor?”*

The problem was the entry condition.

I had never seen a dungeon with such restrictive requirements.

Twenty thousand honor.

A score that only a tiny handful of world-renowned peak powerhouses could ever amass.

And even then, only by accumulating honor *purely honorably*.

Even Raiga had been repelled for failing to reach ten thousand.

*“Though Raiga’s case was his evil karma eroding his honor.”*

The Island of Gods, and the Tower of the War God.

Moving between those two, Raiga’s honor must have been steadily chipped away.

Especially on the Island of Gods.

*“Heavenly Demons and Evil Gods corrupt their opponent’s honor.”*

And Raiga had confronted a Heavenly Demon after opening the Five Gates.

He had even overwhelmed it—but in doing so, his honor must have been tainted.

Since Raiga couldn’t remember what happened on the Island of Gods, he believed his honor hadn’t even reached ten thousand, and fell into despair.

But there was no way Raiga truly possessed less than ten thousand honor.

It had simply been eroded.

Naturally, there was a way to restore it.

*“…Priest Andrew.”*

The *Indulgence-Copying Machine*, Priest Andrew!

If it was Priest Andrew—currently in the Forest of Beginnings—then restoring Raiga’s honor was possible.

However, Raiga didn’t have much time left.

At best…

Around ten days.

What should I do?

Fortunately, the answer wasn’t far away.

*

*

The Sacred Domain of Fang.

Inside the great hall, countless people gathered.

Men and women who appeared to be anywhere from sturdy teenagers to those in their thirties.

Around a thousand powerful individuals, each brimming with formidable presence!

“They’re suddenly conducting Fang’s succession ceremony?”

“That’s impossible. Wasn’t the formal succession still far off?”

“Exactly! The position of ‘Head’ has been vacant for decades!”

Voices filled with confusion echoed everywhere.

The long-vacant seat of the *Head* finally having a candidate was shocking enough.

Moreover, the fact that the Head would be decided through a ceremony carried several implications.

“So that means the ‘sealed gate’ is being lifted, right?”

“We’re finally going out into the world?”

“Who could it be? Probably one of the Pavilion Lords.”

“But the Pavilion Lords are always training—it’s hard enough just to see them…”

Below the Eight Elders were the *Sixteen Pavilion Lords*.

Each of them was a renowned powerhouse, qualified to inherit Fang’s secret arts.

They were also the elite personally trained by the Grand Elder.

If a Head were to be chosen, it would naturally be one of the Sixteen.

Yet no one could even guess who it might be.

“I heard some of them trained for hundreds of years. Is that rumor true?”

“I’ve never even seen the First through Eighth Pavilion Lords. I’ve been here fifty years.”

“At least the Sixteenth Pavilion Lord appears as a guardian of the sanctuary. But the others? I’ve barely seen them in seventy years.”

“Will they all appear this time?”

“Probably not. They didn’t even show themselves when the previous Head was chosen.”

“Do they even really exist?”

The murmuring only grew louder.

The Sixteen Pavilion Lords had never once gathered in one place.

Even when previous Heads of Fang were chosen, some Pavilion Lords still hadn’t shown themselves.

Because Pavilion Lords were free to act as they pleased.

Especially the upper eight—beings uniquely independent of the Head’s authority.

Individuals who had spent centuries in the sanctuary doing nothing but training.

They had no interest in the outside world whatsoever.

So this time, too, it was expected that the upper Pavilion Lords would not appear.

“……It’s the Pavilion Lords!”

“What? What’s going on?”

“All sixteen Pavilion Lords are here!”

“Whoa…!”

Sixteen figures entered as the hall doors opened.

They were indeed all sixteen Pavilion Lords.

But every one of their expressions was stiff.

Those watching them couldn’t help but feel unsettled.

“But if all the Pavilion Lords are here…”

“Does that mean the Head isn’t one of them?”

It was an outcome no one had expected.

Everyone had been certain the next Head of Fang would be among them.

Even if they claimed to have no interest in the secular world, the position of Head was tempting even to them.

As Head, one could access Fang’s very essence and receive direct instruction in all secret arts from the Grand Elder.

Even so, all sixteen gathering was unprecedented.

“So then who became the Head?”

Curiosity swelled.

At that moment—

Creeeak!

The central doors on the first floor opened, and someone appeared.

“The Grand Elder and the elders…?”

“But their appearance…!”

The Grand Elder and elders—with horns sprouting from their heads.

And standing beside the Grand Elder, one man.

“Grand Elder. Is that him—the one who achieved ‘Complete Honor’?”

The shaggy-haired First Pavilion Lord spoke as he looked at him.

He was asking whether Raiga was the one who had completed all honor.

Whether he had attained the qualification to become the true Head of Fang and the master of the sanctuary.

The Grand Elder’s expression stiffened slightly.

“…Everyone’s gathered.”

“Yes. And the Head’s ceremony includes sparring with the assembled Pavilion Lords. We’re all itching to test ourselves against the one who achieved ‘Complete Honor.’”

Sparring with the gathered Pavilion Lords during the ceremony.

A mandatory trial to become Head.

If one lost, one could not become Head.

But all sixteen Pavilion Lords had never gathered before.

Because the World Tree had never displayed all seven colors.

Yet the Grand Elder shook his head.

“I have already chosen the Head. There is no one more suited to be Fang’s master than him.”

“Are you saying the ceremony will be skipped?”

“It is a decided matter. Therefore—”

At that moment, Raiga lifted his head.

“Proceed.”

“…Raiga. Even with everything opened, defeating all sixteen Pavilion Lords would be difficult.”

The Grand Elder hurriedly tried to stop him.

Even if Raiga opened the Five Gates, defeating all sixteen would be no easy task.

And yet, wasn’t he unable to open the Five Gates at the moment?

But Raiga shook his head.

And then—

Flaaaash!

“…!”

Golden light rippled across Raiga’s entire body.

Everyone who saw it was horrified.

For that golden light pointed to only one thing.

The opening of the *Five Gates*!

Raiga then crooked his finger at the Sixteen Pavilion Lords.

“Come at me, all of you. Today, I’ll properly set Fang’s order straight.”

*

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*Grain.*

To bind—and to sever.

Raiga had learned only how to sever.

He had lived his entire life cutting things away.

People. Relationships. The world.

But for the first time, something connected.

It bound.

That one line—*do as your heart guides you*.

That salvation—*a disciple’s honor is the master’s honor*.

It flung open Raiga’s heart toward Hyun completely.

*“Bind. And thus, circulate.”*

And once again, enlightenment came.

But this time, it required no time.

It had been there from the very beginning.

He had simply failed to realize it.

Failed to try.

Yet if he stopped here—if he only severed—he could never be a master worthy of his disciple.

He could not be a master who shackled his disciple’s steps.

So, for the first time in his life—

Raiga accepted everything.

And the world changed.

The way he saw it.

The energy he felt.

Even the boundary between life and death.

Everything surged beyond anything he had known before.

Thus, Raiga—

*Completed it.*

He completed the *Five Gates*.