I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-57

Ch-57

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**“Priest Andrew. How many evil deeds are left?”**

“…It dropped from 674 to 374. Just what on earth were you doing for it to be this high…?”

“Looks like about 300 get purified at a time. I’ll need two more sheets.”

I took out the Holy Grail and once again washed Priest Andrew’s hands.

Then—

“Gahhh…!!”

Priest Andrew’s eyes widened like lamps.

I could create one more indulgence.

Just as expected.

The smile at the corner of my lips deepened.

Priest Andrew had become a perfect indulgence shuttle.

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All his evil deeds were completely washed away.

Isaac couldn’t believe it.

The decisive reason he had never been able to enter any human city other than Cramdel was precisely because of this evil energy.

Just passing by would exert pressure on others.

People feared him and he naturally drew attention.

At worst, guards would come and throw him into prison.

That was how it had been in every human city except Cramdel.

*“No one is paying attention to me.”*

Isaac stepped carefully into the city square, trembling.

Ordinarily, just standing there should have drawn attention.

That was the nature of evil deeds.

But no one cared.

Far from caring, everyone was simply going about their business.

“Sir! Why are you crying?”

“Ah…”

A boy who looked about six approached Isaac and spoke to him.

At that moment Isaac’s hands — his whole body — trembled and writhed.

Priests and children were the most sensitive to evil deeds.

Especially children, who could instinctively sense them.

Since his evil value had risen, not once had a child approached him. If they cried and ran away, that was already fortunate.

“Mom! This man is an adult and he’s crying!”

“Child, you didn’t play some strange prank on him again, did you?”

“No! I didn’t do anything!”

When was the last time he’d heard such a bright child’s voice?

Of course, he had done many evil things.

He had destroyed an entire city.

He had interfered in wars, robbed rulers of cities, and committed countless murders.

Priests despised him.

Far from granting indulgences, they would escort paladins to try to kill him.

Someone who listened to him? Someone who believed him?

There had been none.

Not a single person.

He had thought he would live and die trapped forever in Cramdel, mingling with monsters.

Even then, he never had a day of peace.

He pretended to be composed outwardly, but inwardly he constantly feared the day monsters would uncover his true identity.

Did Isaac want to live among monsters?

No—he had always dreamed of living among people.

*—I believe everything about you, caw.*

Then suddenly, someone appeared who believed in him.

For the first time.

Though it was in the form of a corpse crow, he asked nothing and believed everything.

Honestly, Isaac thought he was a con artist.

There had been countless who tried to threaten him or use him.

But this one was no con man.

Not a fake — but real.

And then he used indulgences without hesitation to erase Isaac’s evil deeds.

*—I forgive your sins, Isaac.*

He placed a hand on his head, saying he would absolve him.

He acted like it was nothing, but Isaac knew well just how much courage and resolve such an act required.

He had never felt anything like this in his life.

Never before had he received such blind trust from another.

Therefore—he must not betray this trust.

He had to change.

Perhaps this was how it felt to be reborn.

“Th-thank… thank you… *hic*… h-hrk…”

Isaac lifted both hands and wiped his face.

But tears kept falling to the ground.

Like a child, tears streamed endlessly.

*

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The preparations were complete.

All that remained was the advance.

**Main Quest 6.**

*Clear the Party Dungeon.*

A party dungeon didn’t simply mean a dungeon tackled by multiple people.

A party dungeon was fundamentally based on the trust and faith among party members.

Which was why it was notoriously difficult.

And among them, the one known to be the most vicious—

**The Demigod-Trait Dungeon.**

All preparations to head there were finally complete.

Boarding Hydragon’s carriage, we left the Knight’s Garden behind.

Isabella, Isaac, Serengeti,

And myself — a party of four.

“Is your body alright?”

“Yes. It feels light enough to fly.”

When I asked Serengeti inside the carriage, she mimed walking on both legs and answered cheerfully.

As expected of a top-grade elixir.

My only concern had been the *Demon King’s Curse*, but while temporarily lifted, it didn’t seem to cause major issues.

Even if it lasted only 56 hours.

*‘Fastest clear time.’*

We had to finish while Serengeti remained awake.

The Demigod-Trait Party Dungeon was an unfathomable nightmare that everyone rated as beyond “brutal” — outright “vicious.”

No one had ever completed it.

The best record was around 80% progression.

And since that record was mine, I knew it well.

*‘Now I have to break my own record.’*

I lightly rested my chin on my hand.

Even Wilhelm hadn’t completely conquered this dungeon.

Could this party composition clear such a place?

*‘The entry requirement is exactly four people…’*

The Demigod-Trait Party Dungeon.

“Demigod” was the modifier attached to a dungeon created by transcendent beings of unknown identity.

Said to have existed in the ancient genesis era, they had, like the Towers, constructed trials with various conditions inside the dungeons.

One of those conditions was that **exactly four** people must enter.

No more, no less — four.

Additional conditions: **none of the party members may possess evil deeds**, and the **party leader must have Honor ≥ 500**.

*‘A dungeon only the honorable may enter. Meaning the Demigod who created it was a sacred being.’*

In any case—

The party I used when challenging it as Wilhelm was honestly better than this one.

We had a high priest, a guardian specialized in defense, and a thief skilled in scouting.

In contrast, our current party was…

*‘…Far too offensively built.’*

Two assassins, one knight, and I myself was an offense-focused warrior.

No defense whatsoever.

A composition that would break unless it broke through first.

It was worrying — but we had one advantage we didn’t have before:

**Trust.**

*‘At least no one will betray me.’*

Party dungeons were places stained with betrayal.

No matter how good the party composition, if one person betrayed, it was over.

And when I played as Wilhelm, betrayal came daily.

Mercenaries I trusted, knights I trusted, someone — anyone — would stab me in the back.

*‘All three were traitors.’*

Everyone except me betrayed.

They scrambled to monopolize the rewards.

Reaching 80% under those circumstances was a miracle.

In that sense, this composition was better.

At least they wouldn’t betray me.

…Or could they?

Well, even before, I never imagined they would betray me.

“Someone is following behind us.”

Serengeti suddenly spoke up.

We had just left the city via warp and were heading toward the Demigod Dungeon.

…Hmm. I hadn’t noticed at all.

Isaac and Isabella also seemed unaware.

“Shall I show you their face?”

“Do it.”

Serengeti nodded and flicked her foot.

In that instant, she vanished.

As though she teleported.

Even more surprising—

“Gah—?!”

A man appeared where Serengeti had been.

Startled, he recoiled — but the face was familiar.

Position swap.

Serengeti could switch positions with a target of her choosing.

It sounded minor, but it was a star’s authority obtained through transcendence.

I examined the flustered man.

A man with shaggy hair.

**【Lv. 10】**

And level 10 at that.

A level 10 powerhouse was following behind us.

The man quickly regained composure and rolled up his sleeves.

Tap.

With a footstep, Serengeti appeared again where the man had been.

“Did you see his face?”

“His hair was too long — I couldn’t see his face. But he hid weapons in his sleeves. Seems like an assassin type.”

“What shall we do?”

“Kill him.”

“Understood. I’ll take the chance to get a good look at his face as well.”

Tap.

The man appeared again.

Still gripping his sleeve.

“What the—”

Tap.

Tap.

“What—”

Tap.

Tap.

“Sto—”

Tap.

Tap.

Each time the footstep sounded, the man moved farther away from the carriage.

Serengeti was closing in, constantly switching positions.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap!

At last, in the middle of the prairie, Serengeti and the man faced each other.

“Pfft!”

After seeing the man’s face, Serengeti gave a brief evaluation.

*

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Massacre was certain.

For Main Quest 6 to be cleared, Randolph would absolutely come here.

*‘He always arrives somewhere no one expects.’*

He always had.

In the previous five main quests, Randolph had always gone beyond everyone’s expectations.

This time would be the same.

The Demigod-Trait Dungeon.

A party dungeon considered impossible to clear — Randolph would come to clear it.

*‘The entry requirements are absurdly strict, but Randolph will manage.’*

Four party members with zero evil deeds.

And a party leader with Honor ≥ 500!

Everyone else said it was impossible.

How could anyone meet those conditions now?

Never mind the party members — how would someone reach Honor 500 at this stage?

Only players could be party leaders, so someone with no faction like Randolph had no chance.

Massacre used to think the same.

So he tried to snipe Randolph several times from *reasonable* angles.

*‘I must break common sense. He will come here for sure.’*

Everyone else set their predictions based on common sense.

To snipe Phantom — Randolph — he needed to break that line.

He was certain.

**Main Quest 6: Clear the Party Dungeon.**

Randolph would appear here — at the Demigod-Trait Dungeon.

This time the snipe would succeed.

He would succeed and—

*‘Be remembered as the one who killed Phantom.’*

Among those playing Pangaenia, Phantom was the best. A god.

Killing such a god would make him a godslayer.

That had always been his thought.

After Wilhelm’s death, Massacre had only one goal: to hunt down and kill Phantom, now a player.

“…He’s here.”

After a long wait, he finally found Phantom.

A carriage pulled by a horned Hydragon.

Judging by its direction, it was definitely heading to the Demigod-Trait Dungeon.

And at this timing, the only human who would head there was Randolph!

*‘Finally!’*

Massacre inwardly cheered.

How long had he searched and waited?

He had misjudged many times and missed him, but not this time.

*‘Your stubborn fate ends today, Phantom.’*

The long wait was over.

After today, all players would know.

Massacre quietly followed the Hydragon carriage.

And then—

“Gah—?!”

His field of vision suddenly changed.

Inside the carriage.

Around him: two men and one woman.

He immediately reached for his sleeve.

 

 

 

 

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