I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-462

Chapter 462. **Easter Egg**

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Primordial.

A word that refers to the absolute rank that stands at the end of all tiers—one whose value cannot even be measured.

There are countless swords said to be capable of slaying even gods, yet none were ever granted the name **“Primordial.”**

Because Primordial is a name that refers to the world itself.

If such a name were affixed to a sword, then wouldn’t it naturally be able to cleave the world?

And moreover—

‘It’s different from the Primordial Armor.’

At present, I possess two things bearing the name **Primordial**.

However, the **Primordial Sword** was fundamentally different from the **Primordial Armor**.

The Primordial Armor had been formed through the **First Flame**, but in truth, it was merely something that already existed, brought forth into my hands.

The Primordial Sword I now wield, on the other hand, is a sword that had never existed before.

A complete creation—a sword that was forged from nothing.

It was created by twisting the rules of the world and forging it through an entirely different method.

After all, Satan and Winter were not beings that lived within the same world.

Two swords that operated under different worlds and different rules were fused into one—so it was only natural that the result would be a sword that had never existed before.

Perhaps because of that—

‘Even the Essence of Annihilation was only Grade 2.’

The essence obtained after killing **Annihilation**, another form of destruction.

Even the gods of the heavens had desired to reclaim it.

Yet I had boldly shattered that essence to restore the labyrinth to its original state.

Erasing the traces of destruction, regenerating the labyrinth, and bringing back all those who had reached death—this was possible only because of the power contained within the **Essence of Annihilation**.

That essence, which possessed immense regenerative power, was ranked as **Primordial, Grade 2 Truth**.

And yet…

The **Primordial Sword** that had just been completed stood one tier above even that.

【Primordial Sword (Primordial, Grade 1 Truth)】

* A sword completed by the unification of the primordial **Satan**, who shook the world at its beginning, and **Winter**, bearer of the name of twilight

* Usable for up to 30 minutes when the synchronization of **Satan** and **Winter** is complete

* Sword Mastery Level +5

* Total Penetration +50%

* Ignores the rules of the world

* Destroys Divinity

* Destroys Immortality

* Indestructible

* Bound

* Can be enhanced with **Primordial Magic Stones**

There was a time limit, but this was more than enough.

Each line of the description was nothing short of astonishing.

In all my life, I had never seen equipment that forcibly raised a **mastery level**.

No matter how many times I had played and experienced Pangaenia.

Raising the **cap level** was one thing—but increasing the mastery level itself through equipment should have been impossible.

《Sword Mastery has reached Level 37.》

《By the “Martial God,” all mastery levels are synchronized to 37.》

《Park Hyun-myung’s maturity cap is Level 50.》

To be honest, I had felt stuck.

Even though a long time had passed since reaching Level 32, I hadn’t been able to raise my mastery level even once.

I had thought it was a realm that could not be reached through mere enlightenment.

After all, even after fully making Wilhelm’s swordsmanship my own, there had been no sign of further progress.

…And yet, it rose.

Five levels at once.

‘So it could go higher.’

No matter how many times I checked, I couldn’t believe it.

Equipment that raised sword mastery.

Mastery was something built up by oneself.

It could only be raised by overcoming countless real battles and vague, hard-won insights.

Naturally, it wasn’t something equipment could help with.

And yet—it rose.

Which meant—

‘Because I discovered a new rule. A new truth.’

The Primordial Sword had been completed through an entirely different set of rules.

Naturally, it operated differently from my preconceived notions.

Something impossible in Pangenia could very well be possible in another world.

That was why it had been granted the rank of **Truth**.

Unlike the Primordial Armor I possessed.

But that wasn’t all.

In fact, the +5 sword mastery was merely the beginning.

‘…My total penetration exceeded 100%.’

With an additional 50%, my total penetration had surpassed 100%.

This, too, was something I had never seen before.

Total penetration could barely be increased by 1% even when leveling up, and even through special achievements or high-grade equipment, it would only rise little by little.

Even I had only managed to reach 55% through countless options.

And now, with 50% added, it had surpassed 100%.

At that moment—

《You have become the first to exceed 100% Total Penetration.》

《You have discovered an “Easter Egg” set by the Creator.》

《This is an unprecedented achievement in history.》

《An absolute realm that no god has ever reached.》

《Penetration exceeding 100% transcends physical force, allowing even the mind and soul that exist in the realm of nothingness to be severed.》

《You are granted five complete Golden Scales.》

《You obtain “Easter Egg (Tree of the Creator).》》

“Hah…”

A sigh escaped me the moment I saw it.

The messages were anything but ordinary.

An Easter Egg.

Usually, it referred to a message or function secretly hidden by a game developer for fun.

Something hidden away because it was assumed no one would ever achieve it.

But here, instead of a developer, the word **“Creator”** appeared.

A term I had never seen before.

Did it mean the Creator who had made the system itself?

Or…?

Whoooooong!

That was when it happened.

The moment the Primordial Sword was completed, Rundmal shifted his momentum and began attacking like a madman.

Charrerrrk!

Sword clashed with sword.

Mana tangled with mana, producing an eerie sound.

‘Such terrifying heat.’

Heat I had never experienced before.

Power intense enough to scorch even a body that had reached divinity.

Rundmal’s strength was clearly beyond imagination.

I had never struggled even against Annihilation—but once I shed the End, Rundmal’s blade and mana began to brutally press me.

Just blocking was enough to set my body ablaze.

Even without the End wrapped around me, the sheer quantity of mana Rundmal possessed was on an entirely different level compared to Annihilation.

Still—it wasn’t something I couldn’t block.

‘…I can see it.’

My focus was elsewhere.

Things that had once been invisible were now coming into view.

They were **runes**.

I could now perceive Rundmal’s very existence.

Perhaps it was because my penetration had exceeded 100%…

I could see Rundmal’s rune.

More than that, I could see Rundmal’s soul.

‘A monster that can do nothing but devour.’

Rundmal’s rune was chaotic.

Because he had devoured so many runes, it had been warped beyond recognition.

Its color was as black as his endless desire.

I focused even more intently on Rundmal.

And then I saw it.

Rundmal trapped within his rune.

A young Rundmal King, pounding on the rune, lost and confused.

…I knew what I had to do.

I firmly grasped the **Primordial Sword**.

And then—

‘Dimensional Slash.’

I cut through Rundmal’s world.

I cut through his **rune**.

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“…What did you do?”

King Rundmal came to a halt.

Staring down at his chest, he asked.

Phantom had clearly swung his sword, and it had felt as though the world itself had been split apart.

And yet—

Nothing had changed.

His body had taken no damage at all.

It wasn’t simply that the attack hadn’t worked.

King Rundmal wore an expression of genuine confusion for the first time.

When Apsellon appeared, when Satan emerged—even when Destruction itself manifested—Rundmal had never been startled.

He had only sneered, dealing with everything in leisurely confidence.

But now—

“What… what have you done to me…?”

King Rundmal couldn’t comprehend what had just happened to him.

Tap.

His eyes moistened, and droplets fell.

Tears.

For the first time in his life, he was crying.

Emotions he had long forgotten came flooding back.

His hands trembled, and the rampaging mana gradually calmed.

“You… you… what are you? What were those things I saw?”

It was only natural.

This emotion wasn’t mere sorrow.

“How… how can there be ‘coexistence’? How is such a thing even possible…?”

King Rundmal had seen Phantom’s rune.

Within his house, he had witnessed everyone living in **coexistence**.

He hadn’t understood it then.

But the moment Phantom’s blade cut through him, he finally did.

His prejudice—every rule that had blocked his view—had vanished.

That was why.

He felt envy, and contempt for himself for never having achieved the same.

King Rundmal.

Even before becoming king, he had been a predator who devoured everyone.

Family. Friends.

He devoured them all and eventually became king.

To him, the very word coexistence was alien.

He believed that destroying everything and ruling over the remains was the only correct path.

“These emotions… they shouldn’t exist within me…”

King Rundmal desperately denied it.

Everything that had happened to him.

Because it had revived things he had long forgotten—emotions, compassion, all of it.

“King Rundmal! Please, stop!”

At that moment—

From far away, the voice of a Guardian Knight rang out.

“Andro…”

“It’s not too late! Do you truly intend to erase this world?! Do you truly have no attachment to it at all?!”

“……”

“Isn’t that not true?! In truth, don’t you cherish and love this world?! This land was built from the beginning! A world you yourself built with your own hands! Why would you abandon it?!”

“…I realized there is no hope left in this world. There was no other choice.”

As Guardian Knight Andro had said—

Satan and the Three Kings who had driven out the heavens had once tried to rebuild the world.

To establish order, and to fill it with beautiful life.

At first, they had been full of resolve.

But they had come to understand.

That there was no hope left in this world.

That its destruction was inevitable.

Rundmal had seen the **Truth**, and thus became convinced.

And so he prepared.

To migrate to a new world.

To destroy this one.

“King Rundmal!”

“King Rundmal!”

“Our one and only king!”

Following Andro, the Guardian Knights knelt.

They pressed their heads to the ground, unmoving.

The appearance of true loyalists—not turncoats.

Even at the cost of their lives, they sought to stop a misguided choice.

Not only them.

All the knights had stopped and turned toward Rundmal.

Those who had been restraining the invader could no longer continue once they realized Rundmal intended to erase the world.

Please—stop.

Even now—stop trying to erase their world.

Whether loved or not, this was the place they had built.

“……”

After a brief silence, King Rundmal looked at Phantom.

Everything had been prepared for this moment alone.

He would devour Destruction, become complete, and then spread into a new world—becoming the true lord of a perfect world.

A world overflowing with life.

A world with a newly established order.

Was that wrong?

But—

“…I acknowledge you.”

King Rundmal acknowledged Phantom.

That he was not merely Destruction.

Now he understood why so many had tried to stop this battle.

But it had already begun.

And he knew there was no turning back once it had started.

“Let us begin the final battle—my end.”

King Rundmal raised his sword once more.

 

 

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