I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-464

Chapter 464. **The One Who Is Truth Itself**

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Truth was visible.

…From him. From his very being!

But it had to be an illusion.

What even *was* “Truth” to begin with?

It was an incomprehensible realm—something no single being could possibly possess. It was so vast and overwhelming that merely stepping into it allowed one to glimpse immeasurable, infinite knowledge.

‘Even the gods of the heavens cannot comprehend Truth in its entirety.’

Even they could only barely understand and utilize fragments of it. There could never exist a being that wholly possessed Truth.

Rundmal.

Even he had merely stepped into Truth.

Just by placing a single foot inside, he came to understand everything.

He realized—

That his world was facing destruction, and what he, as king, would need to prepare and brace himself for.

‘Destruction can draw knowledge out of Truth, yes.’

Beyond that, one could even learn about the heavens and about Destruction itself.

Destruction—the weapon forged by the heavens.

They were the ultimate armament created by borrowing the factor of the Primordial God.

Beings capable of extracting desired knowledge from within Truth, assimilating it, and wielding it as their own.

But…

They could not move *Truth itself*.

The gods of the heavens were no different.

Even those overwhelming entities that ruled the heavens could not extract and wield Truth in its entirety.

…And yet.

The Destruction before him was different.

Truth was visible within it.

Not that it was merely *using* Truth—but in the literal sense.

‘Isn’t Truth… singular?’

That was what made it all the more incomprehensible.

The Truth seen and felt from him was different from the Truth Rundmal had stepped into.

They shared only the same name—everything else was different.

The contents within, even the shell that contained it.

Yes.

He—this “Destruction” before him—

“Is… the one who *is* Truth itself…?”

If one were to name it, that would be the only fitting title: *the one who is Truth itself*.

In this world, there could be no being of higher standing than him—not even the sole god.

Little by little, it began to make sense.

If he wielded Truth itself, then turning Satan into a human form and freely shattering this world’s rules would indeed be possible.

In short—

An outlaw.

No rule, no law held any meaning before him.

However—

‘He hasn’t fully recovered yet.’

The restoration of his stature was slow.

Above all, he had not yet fully recognized himself as Truth.

Naturally so—if he were to accept that fact, the psyche of that Destruction would not remain as it was now.

He would become something entirely different.

And so, he must be denying it.

That was why there was still a chance.

A chance for Rundmal—

To win.

“…They say the End brings an end to all existence.”

When the Tower of the End first rose, Destruction carved its influence into this world.

And Rundmal clearly remembered the words that appeared at that time.

He smiled.

“That includes you as well, Destruction.”

The power of the End was being applied to Destruction itself.

*Chaaaarrrrk!*

Mana tendrils burst forth from the ground, binding Destruction’s entire body.

At most, they would restrain him for barely ten seconds.

But that was enough.

*Crack!*

*Crrrrk!*

In an instant, Rundmal’s form began to change.

To cast aside the limits of flesh and unleash his true **divine authority**.

He was reborn—as a god.

*Fwoooosh!*

Twelve wings erupted from Rundmal’s back.

The wings of flame burned hotter than the sun.

And in his hand appeared a **trident**, more powerful than anything before.

“This is the Primordial Spear that pierces and kills all existence. Proof that I have already stepped into the realm of the Primordial God.”

The world was acknowledging him.

As its sole god—and as a Primordial God.

Rundmal gathered all his divine power into the Primordial Spear.

If unleashed at a single point, even Destruction would find annihilation unavoidable.

“Disappear.”

Just before the bindings were broken—

Rundmal hurled the Primordial Spear, infused with all his divine power.

*Shiiiiii—!*

*Kuuuuuuuuuuung!*

The instant it struck, a shockwave that shook the very fabric of the world erupted.

The circular domain wrapped in origin mana shook violently.

Its ceiling burst open, and a massive beam of explosion—visible across the entire world—shot skyward.

Yet—

“…Still not dead?”

Rundmal frowned.

From within an explosion no being should have survived, Destruction emerged once more.

But its appearance was clearly different from before.

Its entire body was dyed black.

A jagged mouth split across its face, and horn-like protrusions rose from both sides of its head.

It was no longer Destruction.

No longer the End.

No longer Truth.

“‘Despair’…”

That was the first fully completed form of **Despair**.

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I was curious.

How far Rundmal—who had broken out of his rune—could go.

Because his potential was the potential of this world itself.

‘So that’s it.’

That was when I understood.

The immense latent power this world possessed.

That it could indeed be revived.

The world itself was trying to elevate Rundmal into a Primordial God.

But Rundmal becoming a Primordial God was not what I wanted.

‘The potential has been confirmed.’

It far exceeded expectations.

Even compared to Pangaenia.

No—this world possessed even greater potential than Pangaenia.

《The world begins to stir.》

《Powerful divine energy surges across the world.》

《The conditions for unlocking the world’s potential have been satisfied.》

《You may plant the “Easter Egg (Tree of the Creator).”》

《However, doing so requires the “Origin of the World.”》

Seeing the messages before my eyes, I nodded inwardly.

The Easter Egg that appeared after surpassing 100% penetration.

To plant the Tree of the Creator, I needed the Origin of the World.

And the Origin of the World was currently clashing with the End—and its present owner was Rundmal.

Which meant—

‘I have to kill Rundmal to obtain the Origin of the World.’

Kill Rundmal, then use the Origin of the World to plant the Tree of the Creator.

I had a strong premonition that doing so would bring about dramatic change in this world.

Still, Rundmal’s divinity was formidable.

‘Even the gods of Omen and Ash wouldn’t stand a chance.’

He might even be stronger than the goddesses.

I hadn’t expected him to pull out a Primordial weapon.

《The wearer’s condition has reached a critical point.》
《Another name engraved upon the “Primordial Armor”—“Primordial Despair”—has been activated!》

In the end—

I once again became **Primordial Despair**.

Once before, I had transformed into this form before Raiga, the Empire’s Greatest Sword.

Raiga had instinctively felt fear upon seeing it.

Yet I had no memory of moving while in that form.

But now—

‘The form of Despair has become more solid.’

Perhaps because I completed the Primordial Sword?

Primordial Despair was the state in which the Primordial Armor itself became Despair.

And now, that form was far stronger than before.

As though the sword’s stature and functions had been added to it.

This was likely the ultimate form I could currently manifest.

And moreover—

‘I can feel it.’

This time was different from when I had lost my memories.

I could see.

I could feel.

*Rip!*

A wing sprouted.

Not twelve like Rundmal’s.

Just one.

But it was enough.

I kicked off the ground.

“…!”

Folding space, leaping beyond time, I appeared before Rundmal.

Beyond his perception.

Though he had stepped into the realm of the Primordial God, Rundmal was not yet one.

I extended my hand.

Black energy stretched from it, lengthening as though it would cleave the world itself.

A blade.

The Primordial Sword and the Primordial Armor—

Both forms had merged into me.

Then naturally, I could use their functions.

“Dimensional Slash.”

*Shraaaak!*

Rundmal’s body was split in two.

Not merely cutting his rune—his existence and the dimension itself were severed.

Everything touched was cleaved apart, and something began bursting forth from within.

*Gurgle! Gurgle!*

The same things spilled from Rundmal’s severed body.

“You… you bastard—what have you done…?!”

With only half his body remaining, Rundmal cried out in shock.

What I had just done—

Was cut through the boundary of dimensions.

And then—

“How dare you summon what must never be summoned…!”

I could see it.

Another world connected to Rundmal.

…The **Heavens**.

Rundmal was connected to the heavens.

I had known it—killing or provoking him would inevitably draw it out.

Now it was certain.

‘There is someone behind the scenes helping Rundmal attain the stature of a Primordial God.’

Otherwise, his transformation could not have surpassed my understanding and expectations.

Even after cutting his rune and pulling out his soul, Rundmal’s evolution had been far too extreme.

Grasping the Primordial Spear within such a short time made no sense.

“Were you planning to use Rundmal to kill me?”

The writhing masses began merging into one.

That was—

A being of the heavens.

I knew the moment I saw it.

“…‘Ruin.’”

One of the three Destructions possessed by the heavens.

The first among them—**Ruin**.

—You… are troublesome…

The completed form was close to human.

And for some reason, it resembled Randolph.

“Troublesome.”

That must have been the sentiment of the heavens as a whole.

Ruin extended its hand.

Immediately, all divine power and mana surged violently.

A power vast enough to shatter the world itself.

But—

*Chzzzt!*

*Chzzzzzt!*

Ruin’s fully formed body crackled and began to blur.

All the gathered energy scattered.

Ruin tilted its head.

—The “Dragon God Council”… is protecting you. I see. Very well. We shall meet again… soon…

*Swoosh!*

In an instant, Ruin vanished.

The halted flow of time resumed.

*Shiiiiik!*

The torn dimensional boundary rapidly repaired itself.

And when everything was over—

“…What are you, really? How many identities do you possess? What are you, that even the heavens—no, even ‘Ruin’—retreated?”

Rundmal, restored to his original form, asked.

This was different from the heavens merely closing their gates and withdrawing.

Ruin had appeared directly—and still retreated.

He was questioning the many identities I possessed.

I spoke quietly.

“Park Hyun-myung.”

At that very moment—

《The altar begins operating.》

《“Pangaenia” and the “World of Nothingness” are connected!》

《All “Towers” owned in “Pangaenia” begin transferring to the World of Nothingness!》

*Boom!*

*Boom!*

*Kuuuuung!*

Across the world, towers rose.

Countless Towers of the End.

No—not just those.

Dozens of **towers I owned** filled the surroundings.

Towers were influence.

Gods established their towers in worlds to exert influence.

Destruction conquered those towers to expand its own.

This was no different.

By erecting my towers in the World of Nothingness, my influence skyrocketed.

*Kyaaaaaaah!*

From far away, the Origin of the World began screaming.

The power of the End swelled as well, overtaking the Origin.

“My… my world! This is not a place you can influence…!”

Rundmal’s eyes trembled violently.

I shrugged.

I had already confirmed the possibility of reviving the world.

And now that I knew **Ruin** stood behind him—

There was no longer any reason to give him another chance.

*Goooooo—!*

《The power of the End is strengthened.》
《“Primordial Despair” and “the End” have fused, completing the “One Who Is the End Itself”!》