I Start with 13 Hidden Traits Chapter-63

Ch-63

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If that was the case—

**Crack!**

With a lightning-like spinning kick from Isaac, the clone’s neck snapped.

He wasn’t just someone who used weapons well; he was also exceptionally skilled in close-combat fighting.

But the same was true for Will.

Will, too, had long been seasoned in battle.

He had absolute confidence that he would **never lose**—not ever…!

Yet the enemy pulled out strength beyond its limits, surpassed them, scraped the bottom of the barrel just to stand against him.

At movements so awe-inspiring they bordered on art, Will was left speechless.

*‘A… battle… god.’*

This man—he was a god of battle.

If not, there was no way he could corner Will to this extent.

Even so, Will still couldn’t accept it.

“What… are you? What the hell *are* you!!”

Will screamed after losing the doppelgangers of Isaac and Isabella.

Now, the outcome was as clear as water.

He had lost a game he absolutely could not lose.

What made it worse was that the doppelgangers were only dying to the originals.

Like right now.

Serengeti’s true body moved out before him.

Even though they could crush him 3:1, they were proposing a 1:1 fight.

They were telling him to struggle if he could.

*‘You miserable sons of…!’*

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**Thud—**

Will severed the neck of the Serengeti he had copied.

At that moment, consciousness snapped back into place, and “Will” began to despair.

—Aaaah!

Will’s body split apart, oozing streams of black fluid.

This was the fate of one defeated in the final game.

He had led this game, confident in himself, staking everything on it—but the “game” his opponent excelled at was also a field **he** excelled in.

**《‘Demigod’s Will’ is collapsing.》**

**《Accumulated ‘Corrupted Honor’ is eroding the dungeon.》**

Corrupted Honor.

It seemed he had absorbed all the honor left behind by those who died challenging this place.

—All… die!

Even to the very end, he was a pathetic thing.

His fluids and the corrupted honor began dissolving everything in the dungeon.

Standing still meant being consumed.

*‘The warp is still open.’*

Fortunately, the warp Will left open was still active.

But now that he was dead, its duration would shorten drastically.

“Snap out of it.”

“Ah.”

The three who had been frozen in shock finally regained their senses.

They looked down at their own bodies, as if realizing something—but it wasn’t the time to dwell on that realization.

Surveying the surroundings, Serengeti opened her mouth.

“We must leave here quickly.”

She was right.

Had something in my arms not begun to shine, we would’ve left immediately.

**《‘Celestial Spirit Egg’ begins absorbing ‘Corrupted Honor.’》**

It was the Celestial Spirit Egg.

The egg I obtained after witnessing the end of ‘Chaos’ in the Spirit Tower.

That egg, which grew by consuming honor and karma, began sucking in the corrupted honor spilling from Will.

—You… you thing! S-Stop! N-No, don’t!

Will’s frantic struggling only grew worse.

He was feeling fear surpassing even death.

Soon, the Celestial Spirit Egg absorbed every last drop of corrupted honor Will possessed.

And then—

**Crack!**

—Remarkable.

The Constellations of the Hall of Heroes murmured briefly after witnessing the result.

Even though it was only remnants of a once-brilliant Hero, Will’s abilities were still originally his.

A prodigy of the ages—a man with a natural talent for handling heroes, commanding them, pushing them past their limits.

That Will, inheriting a portion of that genius, had crumbled so easily.

They had nothing to say but that it was astonishing.

“…It truly is impressive.”

Even the Constellation of the Shining Hero was dumbfounded.

There was simply no contest.

The way he simultaneously observed and maneuvered the three bodies was worthy of admiration.

But that wasn’t all.

Humans rarely ever utilize even half their potential.

Yet he drew out **120%** from all three of them.

A feat impossible without meticulous understanding of their abilities.

Isaac, Isabella, Serengeti—

He knew them better than they knew themselves.

But was that even possible?

To know someone better than they know themselves?

*‘It seems obtaining that irregular Mystery wasn’t luck after all.’*

He had skill.

He had unpredictability.

That was why they paid more attention to him than to others.

Never once had all Constellations unanimously agreed to raise someone’s reward.

The notoriously picky Constellations had been forced into agreement.

It never could have been mere luck.

*‘He won overwhelmingly in something even the Constellations thought was a 50–50.’*

He may have lost the bet, but his heart felt refreshed.

He had lost without a shred of doubt—so he intended to give the promised “special reward.”

“Hm? That is…?”

The Constellation of the Shining Hero, who continued to observe him, tilted his head slightly.

Not only him—every Constellation simultaneously turned toward the newly appeared “something.”

Something that drew all their attention had been born.

And upon realizing what it was, the Constellations were forced to gasp.

“That is…!”

—Wh…!

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At that moment, two lines of text appeared before every player’s eyes.

**《‘Demigod Trait Dungeon’ has been cleared.》**

**《Hall of Fame has been updated.》**

It was enough to baffle everyone.

“Demigod Trait Dungeon? That trash dungeon?”

“Who the hell cleared that?”

“No way…”

It was the worst party dungeon—one everyone avoided with hatred.

The announcement declared it cleared.

Yet everyone had given up long ago.

Phantom, Gracia, the Master, and all top-rankers had attempted it, only to come out cursing.

It wasn’t a dungeon meant to be beaten—so who on earth…?

In that moment, one name flashed through everyone’s mind.

“Randolph!”

“Are you kidding me…!”

“He actually cleared that place?”

“That’s impossible!”

But it wasn’t.

It was real.

Randolph now stood proudly at rank 1 of **‘Main Quest 6: Clear a Party Dungeon’**, by an overwhelming margin.

Which meant he was the one who cleared the Demigod Trait Dungeon.

Special places like that were recorded as “history,” making announcements to all players.

There was no way it was fake.

“…Bring Phantom to me. If he resists, you may kill him.”

“Yes, Master.”

The moment he saw the announcement, the Master sent out the Shadows.

If the dungeon had just been cleared, Randolph should still be inside.

This was the perfect chance to capture him.

No matter how skilled Randolph was, he could never defeat the Shadows—elite hunters trained to slay even star-eating transcendents.

*‘He actually cleared that place…’*

After they vanished, the Master let out a faintly surprised expression.

He had never imagined Phantom would clear the Demigod Trait Dungeon.

Why attempt the place even Wilhelm had failed?

*‘Are you trying to show us? The difference between you and us?’*

He finally understood Randolph’s intent.

He wanted to show them—

The gap.
The difference in class.
That no matter how long they prepared, they would never surpass him.

Just like before.

Just like when he played Wilhelm.

**Crrrk—**

*‘Smug bastard.’*

The Master hated Phantom.

Because he was insufferably lucky.

Acting all lofty and untouchable.

Even after becoming a player, he didn’t change.

Most players panicked and died repeatedly at the beginning.

Without proper support, they all perished early.

Pangaenia was not a place for lone survival.

So people banded together, and guiding them, the Master became a king.

But Phantom seemed to mock him, achieving everything alone.

Thanks to him, the Master’s Hall of Fame ranking had dropped yet again.

And a drop in rank wasn’t just a number.

It meant the erosion of his prestige.

Because all players could see the rankings.

*‘If I don’t eliminate him, he’ll eventually threaten my position.’*

Not only his position—the positions of the other heroes as well.

If people began idolizing Randolph one by one, it would become uncontrollable.

He had to eliminate him.

Or capture him—at the very least reveal his identity.

Anything among those three would be a victory.

But it had to be done *before* Phantom rose further.

Still, he wasn’t worried.

If the Shadows successfully located him, Phantom had no future.

*‘This time, I won’t let you escape, Phantom.’*

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**《You have completed ‘Main Quest 6: Clear a Party Dungeon.’》**

**《Calculating results…》**

**《A catastrophic result that will shock everyone!》**

**《Total Score: 350 points》**

**《Updating the Hall of Fame.》**

**《You have obtained ‘Large Fragment of the Broken Golden Scale.’》**

**《The Constellation of the Shining Hero grants you a special reward.》**

**《The Constellation of Adventure praises you. Reward upgraded.》**

**《The Constellation of Luck smiles warmly. Reward upgraded.》**

**《The Nameless Constellation says “Not bad.” Reward upgraded.》**

**…**

**《Reward list tiers have increased by 51 levels, including Lucky Dice.》**

**《You may choose one reward out of 11 items.》**

**《True-Extreme Saber》

《Robe of Radiant Honor》

《Absolute Nihility》

《Armor of the Corrupted King》

《Crown of the Corrupted King》

《Round Table of the Corrupted Knights》

《Star-Walker》

《Staff of Original Sin》

《Satyrus’s Terror》

《Spear of Impurity》

《Edge of the Labyrinth’s End》**

When the dungeon cleared upon Will’s death, these rewards appeared before me.

At such transcendent rewards, I was left speechless.

Each of the 11 items surpassed anything offered so far.

Far beyond what Main Quest 6 should ever give.

*‘They’re all top-tier items.’*

If not Unique rank, then at least unrivaled.

Just choosing one could make someone scream from happiness.

And I still hadn’t even checked the reward from the Shining Hero’s Constellation.

Yet not even those overwhelming items could hold my attention.

“…This… is that… a spirit?”

“It looks exactly like…”

“…”

What emerged from the hatched Celestial Spirit Egg—

The newly born spirit left all three of them stunned.

Of course they were.

Especially Serengeti, who spoke with grim certainty:

“This isn’t a spirit… Isn’t it a Grim Reaper?”

Fist-sized, wreathed in black fire like a cloak, holding a scythe—

A small skeletal figure.

No matter how you looked at it, it was a Grim Reaper.

Though it did have one unusual feature—

Wings.

One black wing, one white wing, fluttering adorably.

*Kya-kya!*

The creature boldly perched on my shoulder.

A spirit born from consuming all that corrupted honor—yet looking like a reaper.

But wasn’t it supposed to be a Celestial Spirit?

I turned to examine it more closely.

**【Lv. 1】

【Celestial Spirit】

【Rightful Successor】

【Dimensional Slash (Lv. 1)】**

Its level and identity soon appeared.

It truly bore the label of Celestial Spirit.

*‘Are celestials… related to reapers?’*

I didn’t know.

Everything about the hidden Trait “Celestial” was a mystery.

All I had learned was that “Celestian” was a racial trait—a fact obtained only from the Mystery-acquisition quest.

*‘Rightful Successor.’*

“Rightful” meant legitimate lineage, proper bloodline—something like that.

It meant…

 

 

 

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