I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114. A New Theft

Ssang-a-dan, gathered under Anyx’s leadership.

The organization’s roster was dominated by members from Staron.

This was only natural—Anyx was one of Staron’s principal figures.

He’d likely recruited them all before he ever came to the Academy.

Among them was Elfin, one of the Three Prodigies.

Still statuesque, she stood nearly at eye level with Krash despite his considerable height.

When their eyes met, she offered a nod of acknowledgment.

‘So who’s gathered around Charlotte?’

He was curious, but decided not to look.

Something told him the people assembled there were far from ordinary.

“This is Krash Balheim—I’m sure everyone knows him. And this is Haring Haring, daughter of Dok-wang, one of the Top Ten Under Heaven.”

Anyx offered a brief introduction on their behalf, and the gathered members’ expressions soured noticeably.

Most of those eyes remained fixed on Haring.

Dok-wang belonged to the Empire.

By extension, Haring would naturally be aligned with the Empire faction.

Yet here she was, operating alongside them—however temporarily—for this one practical exercise.

The prospect of their information being exposed clearly disturbed them.

But Haring’s expression remained unmoved beneath their scrutiny, ice-cold as ever.

“I have no intention of extracting information from the later index.”

She spoke the very thought that must have been running through their minds.

The honesty was stark—and somehow made their frowns deepen.

-She isolates herself.

True to Crimson Garden’s assessment, that was exactly the impression Haring gave.

The fact that she’d been tangled with Bianca in a previous life nagged at him, though only slightly.

Dok-wang destroying House Haden Hartz hadn’t happened yet.

Krash decided not to dwell on it.

“Alright, let’s skip the pleasantries and move out. Our destination today is the Mage City—Debram.”

If the Red Tower stood in Halgram, the Mage City,

In the magical city of Debram stands the Yellow Tower.

Debram’s lawless district is famous for its sun-scorched desert terrain.

Given the desert’s geographic nature, travel was difficult, making it one of the places people avoided even among the lawless zones.

‘This is going to be quite the arduous journey.’

As Krash entertained that thought, Anyx began leading the group forward.

Rahelern Academy had secured cooperation from various regions to connect transfer magic circles to numerous cities.

Thus, reaching the city itself posed little difficulty—a simple application form for transfer magic was all that was needed.

Thanks to this, the journey itself was leisurely.

“Krash Valheim, it’s been a long time. Do you remember participating at the Starry Generation ages ago?”
“I’m Siendale Jorma! This is our first meeting, but I was deeply impressed by your performance in the Academy’s examination. You truly are Valheim!”

And it was precisely because of this leisure that members of Staron kept approaching him with conversation.

Since these were people Anyx was bringing along, they were all destined for important positions in Staron’s future.

“Right, thanks.”

So Krash simply responded in kind, casually enough.

They were thrilled simply that he’d acknowledged their words, regardless of his tone.

It was a moment that made him keenly aware of just how weighty the Valheim name was within Staron.

—I thought he’d brush everyone off like some reckless fool, but he actually engages in conversation.

There was no sense in playing difficult now.

Krash had no real intention of clashing with these people either.

The one who might actually provoke a confrontation was the figure currently leading the group at the very front.

Unlike Krash, no one had positioned themselves beside Haring.

Despite the fact that they’d all be conducting this practical session together, no one paid her any attention.

“Activating the magic circle.”

In the meantime, a mage from Ssang-a-dan initiated the transfer magic.

As the magic activated, the urban district of Debram came into view.

Anyx stepped forward, placing his foot into the magic circle first.

Soon after, the rest of the group followed through the circle, and Debram’s cityscape unfolded before their eyes.

Debram was a prosperous city where palm trees stood out prominently.

A massive, transparent magical dome—large enough to veil the sky itself—blocked winds blowing in from beyond the desert, and those living within enjoyed exceptionally comfortable conditions.

At its center, the Yellow Tower rose with undeniable grandeur.

“I’ve already arranged support with the Yellow Tower. They were quite willing to help. They’ve prepared everything—meals, lodging in the city, the works.”

Anyx turned to address the group.

The others already knew the story, but it was news to Haring and Krash.

A glimmer of interest flickered across Krash’s eyes.

“Anyx, so what’s the Yellow Tower’s assignment?”

At Rahelern Academy, missions are posted directly at the Academy’s own recruitment office.

There are three major task categories.

The first is World Erosion.

Performance ratings vary depending on the difficulty rating attached to each World Erosion event.

But if no high-difficulty World Erosion events occur, it’s possible to achieve little in the way of results.

The second is hunting Invasive Species that emerge from World Erosion zones.

Invasive Species native to their respective World Erosion zones rarely venture outside unless compelled to do so.

Yet Invasive Species aren’t all identical—some occasionally escape their zones regardless.

Hunting those creatures and scoring achievements on such contracts is the second task type.

The third is criminals.

Capturing Named Wanted criminals posted across various regions.

Some are trivially easy; others carry genuine danger.

And the truly dangerous ones, naturally, are those who serve World Erosion Beings.

Those who’ve betrayed humanity and sided with World Erosion Beings.

The state places them on the Named Wanted List without exception the moment they’re identified.

Of course, World Erosion Beings themselves do occasionally appear on such lists.

‘Those monsters are beyond the reach of students—those are excluded, naturally.’

So the teams choose one mission type to practice, depending on circumstances.

Of course, since the choice is left to student discretion, dangerous situations do arise.

But danger is always part of the work.

Everyone here is an adult.

One must bear the weight of one’s own choices.

And that’s precisely why they undergo rigorous training for six months.

The six-month training at Rahelern Academy is a test of sorts.

If one’s training falls below the required standard, one cannot be accepted into a team.

So one must undergo another six months of training, and only if their performance exceeds the standard can they be accepted into a unit.

All the first-generation students here had passed through such training.

Given that Krash had failed this exam a total of five times in the past.

It meant everyone here had walked an elite path.

‘So none of them are the sort to die uselessly in some backwater.’

The practical training period at Rahelern Academy lasted three years total.

When those three years came to an end.

Those who graduated from Rahelern Academy would be transformed into people of immeasurable experience and ability.

This was precisely why Rahelern Academy could confidently claim its curriculum was hero cultivation.

‘And there’s no way the Yellow Tower would simply offer support like that.’

The Yellow Tower.

Anyx spoke readily of how the Yellow Tower had lent its support, but these people were known to be miserly.

Perhaps it was because of the desert’s nature—smooth resource procurement was never easy there.

The Yellow Tower had a disposition to never freely surrender anything, no matter what they did.

And yet these people were providing lodging and meals and everything else?

Then naturally, the difficulty of the task was no trivial matter.

Anyx smiled.

“Better to see it for yourselves, wouldn’t you say?”

With that, he glanced at Elfin standing beside him, and she handed Krash a sheet of paper with the mission details written on it.

The moment Krash took the paper, Haring quietly moved to stand just behind him.

She must have been curious about the mission content herself.

But since she was on the shorter side, even when she rose up on her toes behind Krash, she didn’t seem to be able to see it well.

“Just come around to the side.”

So Krash angled the paper so she could see it, and Haring stepped up without protest.

The two of them began to read through the mission details.

The mission was as follows.

A criminal had hidden himself in the ruins of an ancient site in the desert beyond the city walls, in the lawless wastes—and they were to apprehend him.

The criminal’s name was Juyo Irma.

A former Mage from the Yellow Tower, now an Erosion User who wielded World Erosion Species.

And it seemed this man, too, was a specimen of the World Erosion Being.

The problem is that this World Erosion Being hasn’t been identified yet.

‘I don’t recall anyone named Juyo Irma.’

Krash rummaged through his memory for a moment, then gave up.

It was impossible to remember all the spawn of World Erosion Beings anyway.

There were so many World Erosion Beings that remembering even some of them felt precarious.

You couldn’t recall a World Erosion Being’s spawn unless they’d been involved in some incident notorious enough to make headlines.

‘So it’s been a while since I’ve clashed with an opponent without prior intelligence.’

Instead, Krash focused on the ruin mentioned in the commission.

Then his eyes suddenly widened.

One peculiar trait had been written about the ruin.

[The ruin appears only at night.]

This detail was something Krash remembered.

“That ruin has Anti-Magic cast upon it. Since Juyo Irma is entrenched there, even the Yellow Tower is at a loss.”

And the next piece of information confirmed his suspicion.

Of course—magic would naturally be ineffective in this ruin.

This ruin was the tomb of a god.

Magic is a force that lies outside the Divine Principle.

The power of a god maintaining the Divine Principle renders magic inert.

And Krash knew exactly which god this was.

The Night God.

A fallen divinity—a human who had once been a demigod and dared to reach for godhood itself, only to have even their name stripped away by the other gods.

And this altar was a tomb of rest for such a god.

‘The real problem is that one connected to this place.’

During the war against the World Erosion Beings.

One World Erosion Being had cleverly fortified themselves here.

The World Erosion Being’s name was Wolmyo.

A World Erosion Being whose power grew stronger the closer the moon approached its zenith in the night sky.

And so that creature’s entrenchment had been extraordinarily troublesome.

Magic proved ineffective.

It hid itself during the day, only to emerge when night fell.

Wolmyo revealed himself only at night, using these two abilities, and relentlessly attacked the Yellow Tower.

Ironically, it was one of the Celestial Generals who brought Wolmyo down.

The Magic Emperor, Mahuang.

Mahuang, a Demigod like the Martial Emperor Balrok Balheim.

He reversed the power dwelling within the Night God’s Tomb, exchanging the entire ruin for a magical array.

As a result, the ruin was lifted wholesale into the air, and the dormant wrath of the Night God burst forth.

That wrath stole the night, and White Day continued until the Night God’s power was exhausted.

Krash’s eyes contorted.

‘Damn it—Arthur intentionally left Wolmyo alone.’

Arthur’s secret art was tied to the sun.

White Day was nothing short of the ideal scenario for Arthur.

Thanks to that, Arthur gained the upper hand in the war against the World Erosion Being once White Day unfolded.

And that was the very foundation that made Arthur the center of the world.

At that time, Krash had been facing other Invasive Species alongside the Starry Generation.

So he’d been slow to realize it.

Back then there had been so many major incidents, and besides, it was something the Magic Emperor had resolved.

‘Looking back, it was all Arthur’s scheme.’

A wry laugh nearly escaped him.

After experiencing regression, Arthur’s otherwise baffling actions finally made sense.

At the same time, he could reaffirm one certainty.

Arthur would use anyone without a shred of guilt if it served his path forward.

‘I meant to approach Arthur carefully.’

If he judged the situation turning against him, there was no telling what he might do.

‘Fake Arthur.’

So he needed a way to approach him without revealing himself.

Then a good idea flickered through Krash’s mind.

‘I’ll deal with that later.’

For now, he decided to handle the Night God’s Tomb first.

Thanks to the memory that had surfaced, Krash could infer that Juyo Irma, the Erosion User, was a servant of the Lunar Rabbit.

The Lunar Rabbit had likely been keeping an eye on this ruin from early on.

And Krash, in his current state, could obtain something significant from the Night God’s Tomb.

Krash possessed the Moon-Sound Body.

And with Cheonsal-seong layered atop it, the Moon-Sound Body’s characteristics had grown all the more potent.

Because of this, the hours in which fatigue accumulated during the day had lengthened somewhat.

But the capacity for Annihilation Erosion had expanded considerably beyond what it once was.

And owing to such traits, Krash found it far easier to move about when night fell.

What does that mean?

‘A chance to steal the night itself.’

If Arthur craved White Day, then Krash desired an eternal night that would never cease.

For the night was precisely when the Moon-Sound Body could shine brightest.

Krash’s eyes began to glow softly.

It was the face of one who had glimpsed prey.

A chance to become a Grave Robber who would steal the very power of gods.

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