I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110. Entrance Ceremony (1)

After spending a night in the dormitory room assigned to him.

The next day.

Krash was checking his appearance.

The school uniform with blue embroidery was the symbol of a Martial Arts student at Rahelern Academy.

Krash felt no particular emotion as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

Well, it was a sight he’d seen countless times during his days at the Academy before.

But this time, unlike then, Krash fastened a refined black necktie around his neck.

It was an entrance gift that Lilish had sent.

[Krash, congratulations on your enrollment.]

The letter she’d written contained just that one simple sentence.

But Krash knew well how much thought Lilish had put into writing it.

I should treasure this and use it carefully from now on.

-So, are you pleased to be an enrolled student?
“Does this face look pleased to you?”
-You’ve become the talk of the Academy. You should have reason enough to be pleased.

The raven from Crimson Garden perched on the windowsill let out a chuckling laugh.

Krash’s expression grew slightly displeased at the sight.

“More importantly, didn’t you say there was another of your kind here at the Academy?”
-Yes, there is one among the students.
“Who is it?”
-Heh, I won’t tell you. Figure it out for yourself.

A creature with a strange nature, it seemed.

-Just don’t get underestimated at the Academy.

Though he wondered now if anyone would dare underestimate him.

Crimson Garden flapped its wings and flew away.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door, crisp and clear.

“Krash, are you ready, sir?”
“Yes.”

When Krash opened the door, Alisha stood before him.

She smiled, holding the bag he would need to bring and the Lioneer.

“It suits you remarkably well, sir.”
“Thanks.”

Krash accepted the bag and tucked the Lioneer into his belt.

The martial arts track had belts designed to hold weapons, which made things convenient.

With Alisha’s farewell, Krash stepped out of his dormitory room.

As he walked the corridor, one by one other students began emerging from their doors.

The third floor of the Dormitory, excluding servants, was occupied entirely by male students—the newly admitted ones.

So most of the students looked excited about the Entrance Ceremony.

The problem was that the moment Krash passed by, they’d stiffen and quickly move out of his way.

“That’s Krash Balheim.”
“I heard he’s got a pretty scary personality. Better not get involved.”
“Supposedly he took down an associate professor, you know. Started a fight on purpose, they say.”

Given Krash’s exceptional physical abilities, he caught every word of their whispers clearly.

‘They think I can’t hear them, but I catch it all.’

But most of them weren’t martial arts freshmen.

The martial arts freshmen, the moment they saw Krash, all clamped their mouths shut.

They’d witnessed his level firsthand during the entrance exam, so they knew if they spoke, every word would reach his ears.

‘Sharp instincts. Nice.’

Martial artists by nature were mostly strong-willed types.

So those who showed off that pride, he’d have gladly beaten down—but it seemed there was no need for that.

The power gap he’d shown during the entrance exam had been far too vast.

“Well, look who’s popular.”

That was the moment.

Krash felt a hand tap his shoulder and turned his head.

Standing there was a familiar face.

Long hair of crimson red.

A face to which the epithet “beautiful young man” suited remarkably well.

The crimson school uniform that symbolized the magic track.

Aslan.

The spirit-obsessed fool.

“It’s been a while, Krash.”
“Aslan.”

Seeing a face he hadn’t encountered in nearly a year, Krash let out a quiet laugh.

Still, it seemed he’d eaten well over the past weeks—gone was the gaunt frame of before, replaced now by a striking, well-proportioned face.

“Did you go on some sort of culinary tour?”
“We ate a lot. Dorothy had never tried most of it, so there was plenty to enjoy watching her discover new things.”

He was absolutely smitten—the kind of lovesick that was almost painful to witness.

Watching his friend like this wasn’t exactly pleasant, so Krash clicked his tongue in mild exasperation.

“So you must be quite forlorn being separated from your girlfriend.”
“Does it look that way?”

Aslan broke into a grin.

Then he lifted the collar of his school uniform slightly.

Inside, nestled in the pocket of his uniform, was a tiny doll-like figure.

Krash froze when he realized what it was.

“No way.”
“Dorothy. Hi, Krash.”

From within Aslan’s pocket, Dorothy raised a small hand and waved.

Krash stared at Aslan in disbelief.

How could anyone brazenly bring an Invasive Species—even if it was a Spirit—all the way to Rahelern Academy?

“This isn’t her true form. It’s more like a fragment of Dorothy. But we can still communicate through it.”
“If a professor finds out, all hell will break loose.”
“I’m confident they won’t find out, so it’s fine.”

Honestly.

Since Aslan seemed so certain, Krash decided not to worry about it.

“Where’s her main body?”
“With her mother.”

But what came next was entirely unexpected.

Had Dorothy reconciled with her mother, Agatha?

Judging by Aslan’s smile, while Krash couldn’t know all the details, something significant had clearly transpired.

He’d have to ask about it when he had the chance.

“It’s nothing much.”
“Nothing much? It seemed like quite the commotion.”

It was impossible not to draw attention naturally.

So many children were watching Aslan with vacant expressions.

Standing beside him, I couldn’t help but feel discriminated against for my appearance.

“Once you head to the Martial Arts Hall, you’re going to hear all sorts of talk.”
“What a hassle, having a celebrity for a friend.”

The two of us exchanged words as we walked, eventually arriving at the Martial Arts Hall Auditorium where the Entrance Ceremony would take place.

Martial Arts and Magic students had separate seating areas.

So Krash exchanged a proper farewell with Aslan and moved toward his own section.

Scattered empty seats.

Every child who caught sight of Krash went rigid with fear.

Their expressions made it clear they desperately hoped he wouldn’t sit next to them.

Had I really caused that much of a scene?

-Now do you understand?

At the thought reaching him through the brooch from Crimson Garden, Krash smiled bitterly.

He had no intention of sitting next to those who were trying to befriend him at this moment, though their intentions were plainly visible.

It was because their motives were all too transparent.

Just as he was thinking that choosing a seat was going to be troublesome.

Krash spotted one particular seat.

And soon a malicious smile began to form on his face.

“Is this seat next to you empty?”
“Yes, it’s…….”

As a young woman was about to answer, her entire body went rigid.

Beneath black hair, a figure and physique that seemed far too mature for someone her age.

To others, quite beautiful—but to Krash, a face that filled him with nothing but irritation.

Mary Diana.

Before the Regression, she had been known as the Swordmaster.

When Krash appeared, she froze, unable to move.

Krash paid her no mind, dropping himself onto the chair with a thud.

“Do I have something on my face?”
“N-no, I apologize.”

She hastily tried to conceal her flustered expression, turning her head sharply away.

Originally, she was the one who should have defeated Krash at the Entrance Ceremony.

But she never got to fight him—she was the one defeated instead.

Krash had clashed with Kairan, a vice-professor no less, and struck him down.

She’d thought Sigrin would punish her for it, but fortunately, Sigrin had let the matter slide.

After all, it had been beyond anyone’s control.

Still, Sigrin had added a condition.

If she wished to stand at Sigrin’s side as a knight again while at the Academy, she had to rank first among the second-year Martial Arts students.

As a bonus, Sigrin told her to get closer to Krash.

Mary Diana—second among the Martial Arts freshmen, and pretty enough by any measure.

As long as Krash was a man, he wouldn’t dislike her.

So she should build some familiarity with him now, so that she could play matchmaker later if needed.

Today she had come with the resolve to fulfill Sigrin’s command without fail.

And yet—Krash had suddenly sat down beside her.

For her, unprepared as she was, it could only be bewildering.

Krash, for his part, simply leaned back against the chair with measured ease.

‘How to steal Excel.’

Through Pendal, Krash had learned never to judge a person solely by the memories of Regression.

Yet there were exactly three people in this world.

Three for whom his judgment would never change.

Sigrin Epania.

Abella.

Mary Diana.

Three people who had regressed just as he had.

Because they had regressed identically, they remained unchanged from before.

Knowing the true nature of these three, Krash had no intention of holding back against them.

His hand, tucked in his pants pocket, quietly activated Black Hood.

In that instant, a Dial appeared on Mary’s body.

Just as one would expect from Mary, who prided herself on her skills, the revealed Dial showed four of them.

Amusingly, one of them was already unlocked.

[Shatter Mary’s self-esteem.]

The towering pride of his Swordmaster days.

That pride had been crushed utterly—abandoned by his family, destroyed by imprisonment.

Now Mary Diana stood on the edge of being abandoned by Sigrin as well.

How could any pride possibly survive such a thing?

Instead, Krash fixed his attention on the second Dial.

[Crush Mary through overwhelming force.]

Mary Diana—a prodigy of the Heavenly Martial Body and Spear Art.

The Dial had commanded him to crush her through sheer martial power.

Under ordinary circumstances, it would have been an absurd Dial.

There were scarcely anyone in this world capable of overwhelming her in combat.

But that was no longer the case.

The current Mary had barely trained during her imprisonment.

Even so, she ranked second in Martial Arts—a testament to her extraordinary nature.

Yet against her original strength, it was woefully inadequate.

She would spend her time at the Academy desperately reclaiming her former power.

Which meant—

‘Now is the moment.’

Somehow, he had to find an opportunity to crush her through force.

‘If I’d known, I would’ve fought her during the entrance exam.’

Krash tasted the bitterness of regret.

Back then, there had been no time to confirm anything with the Black Hood.

Approaching Mary’s side would only have invited suspicion.

But opportunity would come soon enough.

They were both in Martial Arts—first and second place, no less.

‘Crush Mary through force, solve the remaining two Dials.’

And steal her skill—Excel.

Having reached this conclusion, Krash only smiled coldly to himself in silence.

Meanwhile, new students continued streaming in, filling the seats.

Only the seats around Krash seemed to fill slowly.

Even the person in question seemed indifferent, yet no one dared sit beside him without hesitation.

“Um, over here.”

At that moment, Krash heard Mary’s voice and glanced at her.

She had pulled out an imperial-brand chocolate from her pocket.

“Want one while we wait for the ceremony to start?”

She was forcing a kind smile.

Unlike her usual manner, she spoke informally, making a genuine effort to befriend him as a classmate.

Had she been ordinary, he might have fallen for it.

Krash barely managed to keep his face from darkening.

Then he stared at the chocolate before speaking.

“I hate sweet things so much I won’t even put them in my mouth.”

In truth, Krash made a point of avoiding sweets altogether.

-That boy eats everything she gives him.

Crimson Garden had reacted with bewilderment, but he was sincere.

“Oh, I—is that so?”

Mary’s expression went blank, and she carefully withdrew her hand.

Then she turned the chocolate over in her fingers, muttering, “…it’s dark chocolate, though.”

As she shrank back, someone finally took the seat beside Krash.

The chairs had been arranged according to the number of new students.

In the end, someone had to sit.

“Hello?”

The moment the person sat down, the one beside him struck up a conversation.

‘So there is someone audacious enough to greet me in a situation like this.’

Krash recognized the person beside him at once.

Deep reddish hair and a healthy radiance, with skin that only deepened her intense presence.

Eyes that carried an air of considerable pride, with pupils dark as obsidian.

Staron possessed Balheim, the world’s strongest house.

Freeman was a Holy Kingdom, and it held a Holy Maiden.

Jebulam had a Mage-Sovereign who held both the throne of magic and the throne of empire.

Among those four kingdoms, one possessed all manner of talent across every discipline.

The sole maritime kingdom in the world to possess the Forbidden Zone and a golden sea route cutting across the great ocean.

Poseus.

Thanks to the trade flowing through its golden route, it was a kingdom said to rival even the Empire in wealth.

The ninth princess of such a Poseus.

Karandis Poseus.

“Your Highness, ninth princess of Poseus.”
“Oh my, for Krash of Balheim to remember me—how terribly flattering.”

Krash could not regard her with any warmth.

After all, this woman had come to Rahelern Academy hunting for a suitable husband.

The king of Poseus was a notorious lecher with an appetite for women.

So much so that even as the kingdom of Poseus crumbled toward its end, one of his concubines was still in labor.

The current king of Poseus had fifteen children.

As the ninth princess, her claim to the throne was essentially nil.

So she had changed her strategy.

Unable to spread her wings in Poseus, her new path was to find a suitable suitor of high standing and marry into his house.

Though in his days of poverty, there had been no reason for their paths to cross.

But Krash had made quite a spectacle of himself at the Entrance Ceremony this time.

It was only natural that Karandis’s eyes had snapped toward him.

In that moment, she inched her chair closer to him.

And with it, she pressed her chest subtly against his body.

“Oh, my apologies. The space is rather tight, so I’ve had to shift over a bit.”

What nonsense.

No matter how hollow her claim to succession, a princess of an entire kingdom wouldn’t be short on space.

“By the way, Krash, your duel with Kairan was quite impressive. And Charlotte of Balheim as well—how is it that everyone from Balheim is so remarkably strong?”

She smiled with her eyes, continuing to thrust her chest forward.

Krash stared at her for a long moment, then opened his mouth.

“Stop pushing your breasts at me. My arms are getting heavy.”
“I—what?”

Karandis had apparently not expected Krash to speak so bluntly, and her face went blank.

For some reason, Mary Diana beside her flinched and quickly pulled her chest inward with her arms, as if afraid Krash might brush against her too.

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