I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120. Tinted Glasses

Dangerous.

That’s what Anyx’s instinct told him.

And Krash, watching Decarabia, shared the same thought.

The mother spider was thrashing about, but Decarabia was methodically killing her.

And each time Decarabia devoured the mother spider, his grade rose steadily higher.

That creature was devouring other Invasive Species alongside those from the Demon Realm, expanding its World Erosion.

‘That monkey came from the Demon Realm.’

Krash’s brow furrowed as he recognized Decarabia’s true nature.

‘And it’s about to become a 7-Star Grade creature.’

The thing had clearly devoured all the other Invasive Species in the Graveyard, not just the mother spider.

There was no other way it could be overflowing with World Erosion power like this.

If his body were in proper condition, perhaps—but like this, he couldn’t face that thing.

“Krash.”

In that moment, Haring grabbed his collar again.

Her face had gone rigid as well, staring at Decarabia.

A crimson warning was sounding inside her body too.

“We have to get out of here now.”

She owed Krash a debt.

So she was determined to repay it by saving his life.

But Krash already knew that judgment had come too late.

Crack!

Decarabia’s head turned sharply toward them in a single instant.

And its gaze fixed on none other than Krash.

‘Greedy monkey bastard.’

Krash realized that Decarabia had sensed his World Erosion and begun to covet it.

After the mother spider, Decarabia had chosen him as its next target.

-Krash.

This time, Crimson Garden warned him, it’s dangerous.

Krash scanned his surroundings.

Haring and the others hadn’t yet noticed that Decarabia had marked him as the target.

But one person was different.

The strongest among them—the one whose instincts were sharp enough to catch what others missed.

Krash’s eyes met Anyx’s.

Anyx had caught the precise moment Decarabia’s gaze shifted toward Krash.

So the eyes that found Krash were trembling now.

Ssangyadan had already spent considerable strength battling other Invasive Species.

Anyx understood perfectly well that in their current state, a direct clash with Decarabia meant total annihilation.

True, the Demon Realm offered certain advantages—advantages that had allowed Balheim’s Master Swordmaster to engage a Star Grade 6 Invasive Species.

And Decarabia was effectively on the threshold of Star Grade 7.

Krash had subdued the Star Grade 6 Invasive Species with relative ease, thanks to the Demon Realm’s advantages and his body in perfect condition.

A weakened Ssangyadan without Krash simply couldn’t match that.

And Anyx had seen it—that Decarabia’s target was Krash.

So what choice would Anyx, captain of Ssangyadan, make now?

Would he face Decarabia with everything he had, fighting to the last for Krash despite their bitter history, choosing annihilation?

Or would he cut loose a sacrificial piece, grab the unconscious Jooyou, and slip out of the Graveyard?

Either way, the answer came rather easily.

“Anyx.”

So Krash addressed him directly.

“What will you do?”

Krash’s eyes searched Anyx’s face.

A crisis erupted without warning.

Somehow, Krash found himself facing a situation that echoed something from his past.

A moment where another’s choice determined life or death.

Krash’s fist tightened quietly.

The Anyx that Krash knew was a rational man.

At least before Charlotte broke him, he had chosen methods that sacrificed the few to save the many.

But Krash knew this too.

That those repeated choices were what had ultimately driven Anyx out of the Starry Generation.

The world was rotten.

Even when it seemed like the sensible choice, the rational decision.

Yet there were times when abandoning reason and colliding headfirst yielded better results.

Just as Krash had ultimately defeated Agaress alongside Lilish.

The world’s problems couldn’t all be solved through logic alone.

So Anyx’s rational choices were treated as evasions.

Sometimes they’d been right, but repeated avoidance ultimately bore no fruit.

‘That’s exactly why I say this world is rotten.’

A world that stank, where you had to abandon reason, collide, and let someone suffer sacrifice before you could move forward.

That was this corrupted world.

And Anyx was the person most given to such rational choices—destined to repeat them again and again until eventually being driven out from the Starry Generation.

Once expelled, Anyx would spiral deeper into obsession, and after hearing the news of Charlotte’s marriage—someone he’d harbored complex feelings for—he’d crumble entirely.

That was the future granted to Anyx.

Which is why Krash could be certain.

That Anyx’s future would be decided here.

‘What Anyx chooses will certainly be right. Sacrificing one to save many—that’s a commander’s role.’

Yet it was in performing that role that Anyx had been broken.

Krash studied Anyx intently.

He could sense the hesitation stirring in the depths of his heart.

One’s true nature was something impossible to escape.

So Krash decided not to blame him.

Perhaps in a different future, his rational choice might yield a better outcome.

One shouldn’t judge everything through the lens of regression.

“Haring, go on ahead with Anyx.”

So Krash simply decided to lighten his burden.

From Krash’s perspective, this way felt easier on the heart.

Especially now, with Decarabia clearly targeting him.

Krash was well-versed in rational judgment too.

Here, Anyx needed to escape, and Krash had to handle it alone.

Only—going forward, Krash wouldn’t place great expectations on Anyx.

And at the end of it all, he could only dimly sense that Anyx’s Recovery would pass into his hands.

“What are you talking about?”

In that moment, Haring cried out—still unaware that Krash had become Decarabia’s target.

Regardless, Krash drew the Thunder Sword and exhaled lightly.

“Lend me the Poison Pouch.”
“Yeah.”

Only then did Haring realize Krash had already taken the Poison Pouch from her.

As she fumbled at her waist in alarm, Krash was already stepping toward the cliff’s edge.

“Krash.”

It was Anyx who stopped him.

The moment Krash turned to face him, his eyes widened slightly.

“Do you have a way to bring down that Invasive Species?”

It was the gaze of one who had set aside rational judgment and resolved to meet the beast head-on.

……

Krash fell silent for a moment.

He hadn’t expected Anyx to ask such a thing.

A question—that’s what he’d asked.

And that question shook Krash’s composure.

Anyx, who acted only on rational judgment, was in his way narrow-minded.

No matter the circumstance, if he deemed rational judgment sound, he would drive the entire team toward that conclusion without truly hearing anyone else’s view.

A man who had already decided in his heart would never ask a question.

But now he was asking—seeking Krash’s opinion.

The very fact that he had asked was unexpected.

“……Yes. Just keep that thing from perceiving me for three minutes.”

Three minutes against such a monster.

It was no simple task, that much was certain.

Yet Anyx turned to face Ssangyadan without hesitation.

“Can you all buy us three minutes?”

When Anyx asked, the members of Ssangyadan glanced at one another.

They had been with Anyx since enrolling at Rahelern Academy, and remained so to this moment.

“Yes, I can do it.”

Elfin, facing Anyx, answered first with unwavering conviction.

“I’ll do it too.”
“Three minutes is more than enough time.”

The others chimed in one by one after that.

Their readiness showed how Anyx had spent the past year at Rahelern Academy.

Hearing this, Anyx turned to look at Krash.

Krash stood there with a dazed expression on his face.

“I’ll manage it.”

Anyx’s words continued.

Krash couldn’t believe his ears.

Krash was battered and broken, beaten beyond recognition.

It might have looked like stubborn pride, even recklessness.

Yet Anyx was entrusting him anyway, placing faith in him despite it all.

Krash felt the image of Anyx in his mind begin to crack, to shatter slowly.

And through the fracturing pieces, the Anyx of the present moment gradually emerged.

At the time of Pendal’s death.

Krash had learned then that one cannot judge a person by Regression alone.

And he knew—truly knew—that the same held true for everyone else.

Yet the human heart rarely moves so easily.

Each time Krash saw Anyx, he recalled that face—the one that had abandoned him in the trap and walked away.

That was not something he could shake off lightly.

But in this moment, he understood.

Krash had to let go of the memories he had lived through during the Regression.

Anyx had changed.

Whatever the reason, at least the Anyx capable of making such a choice was not the Anyx he had known.

“All right.”

Krash gave no lengthy answer. He simply turned away.

Now fully aware of how deeply Regression had broken him.

“Haring.”

And in that moment, Krash decided to seek the help of a new person.

“I’m going to need to borrow your Invisible.”

When Haring heard Krash’s words, her eyes widened and she tightened her fist around the dagger she held.

“Leave it to me.”

Krash had been planning from the start to bring down Decarabia himself, even without Anyx.

If he truly pushed himself to the limit, it wasn’t impossible.

That was why he had tested Anyx.

To see whether he would walk the same path as the future, or whether he would advance down a different road, as Elfin had said.

And the moment he faced that answer today—

the result was different from what had come before.

Perhaps that alone was the most important thing to Krash today.

* * *

“Haring, for the next three minutes, I’m going to focus entirely on this.”

Krash communicated his intention to Haring as he opened the Poison Pouch.

Haring’s expression hardened the moment she saw the crimson pill he drew from the pouch.

“Krash, that’s—”
“It’s fine. I know what it is.”

A Crimson Tiger Pill.

A poison that placed the body in peak condition for three minutes, but demanded payment in full for that blessing.

And it was no different from a suicide poison taken by one resolved to die.

Krash was about to ingest it now.

Haring reached out as if to stop him.

But Krash only pressed the Poison Pouch into her hands.

“I said I’d bear it. I can’t let those two die like dogs.”

Haring’s lips pressed thin.

Even if she consumed the Crimson Tiger Pill, she could do nothing against Decarabia.

Krash’s firepower was essential.

“Screeeee—!”

In that moment, the final cry of the mother spider pierced the air.

Boom!

Chunks of the mother spider’s torn flesh began to plummet toward the ground.

Witnessing the sight, Krash shoved the Crimson Tiger Pill into his mouth.

As the pill dissolved within him, his heart suddenly began to thunder.

The Crimson Tiger’s effect lasted three minutes.

In exchange for pushing his body to peak condition for those three minutes.

The shock that came ten minutes later was his alone to bear.

Whoosh!

As proof, Black Flame erupted from Krash’s body as his condition forcibly reset.

Three minutes.

More than enough time to crack that monster’s skull.

‘Black Flame Erosion.’

No. Not that.

Today, both Madness and Cheonsal-seong were beyond his reach—he couldn’t push them further.

If he did, even slightly, both would tip into runaway state.

And that would only make things worse.

Though disappointment flickered through him, Krash didn’t dwell on it.

Do everything you can, now.

Krash pulled his back leg away and shifted the Thunder Sword to his waist.

In that instant, a soft sensation pressed against his back.

Haring had wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Both their forms and presence began to vanish completely.

No matter how many times he saw it, the skill was absurdly overpowered.

But Haring’s Invisible had one critical weakness.

If the user of Invisible unleashed their own Aura, the Invisible would shatter.

So whenever Haring needed to attack, she had no choice but to reveal herself.

There was no point using Invisible against enemies who couldn’t be harmed without Aura.

For this reason, Krash had no interest in stealing Haring’s Invisible.

Even if he stole it, the concealment function alone would be a hindrance.

Instead, Krash was thinking of using Haring’s Invisible in a different way.

‘Invisible can erase the appearance of whoever it’s in contact with, and the one using it can still deploy Aura without being exposed.’

In other words, only he becomes visible when he uses his Aura.

Others remain hidden even while wielding their own Aura.

‘When you think about it.’

Haring’s Invisible was the perfect match for Krash.

Given enough preparation time, she could endlessly ready a fatal strike for as long as she held her ground.

Indeed, when Haring was with the Starry Generation, her skill had demonstrated boundless potential.

But that potential didn’t last long.

Her family, Laggren, was named as the cause of the war.

As a result, Haring bore her family’s responsibility under the war peace accords and mounted the gallows.

The Poison King annihilated Hadenhartsz.

In that process, Bianca, who had become a Vengeful Ghost, killed the Poison King and destroyed Laggren.

And then Haring herself, who slew that Vengeful Ghost, ultimately climbed the execution platform as the war’s cause.

Two families were effectively sacrificed in the power struggle between the Empire and Starlon.

Because of this, Haring’s Invisible bore only possibility, never put to use.

During the war against the World Erosion when she needed it most.

Her corpse was already rotting beneath the ground.

‘Not this time.’

Bianca would not become a Vengeful Ghost.

And Haring would have no need for vengeance against Bianca.

Because he wouldn’t allow it.

“If you keep doing that, the heat will be unbearable. Just touching it with your hands is enough.”

Without using Aura, exposure to the heat of Black Flame Erosion causes burns.

So when Krash warned her, Haring shook her head.

“If I do that, I could drop it when a blind attack comes.”
“Stubborn.”

But since her words made sense, Krash said no more.

Instead, he decided to focus the heat of Black Flame Erosion into the Thunder Sword.

‘The odds are high this will happen again someday, even if not now.’

So it wasn’t a bad idea to practice now.

After all, countless moments of greater mortal peril awaited him ahead.

Boom!

At last, Decarabia finished his meal, and his movements began.

He shook his blue eyes, searching for Krash whose presence had vanished.

“Beginning now.”
“Roger.”

At the same moment, Krash fashioned a cage of lightning through Liohner while pouring the heat of Black Flame Erosion into the Thunder Sword.

Three minutes ahead.

He was gathering a killing blow into those moments.

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