Became a Munchkin Skill Thief

Chapter 17 Undead

“Tell me the main point.”

So, Krashu also looked at Arya with the same expression.

“Your son, who thought it was a discarded tile, suddenly asked for various news.

Arya stopped pouring her tea into the glass kettle.

She then looked at Krashu with a questioning expression on her face.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Mother, do you want to maintain that attitude even in front of your son?”

The child born from a split stomach was treated like half a penny and sent to Cheongsong-gwan.

If she was a normal mother, she would not admit that fact and would keep visiting Cheongsong-gwan.

However, Aria did not show her face even once during the time Krashu spent at Cheongsong Hall.

And that will continue until Krashu enters Rachelleen Academy.

“Hmm.”

Seeing Krashu like that, Arya gently leaned her butt against her table.

She then tilted her head, covering her own cheek.

“Has my son changed a bit while I couldn’t see him? It’s to the point that her mother doesn’t know.”

“Isn’t it the way children grow up quickly?”

“I know because I saw Charlotte. Although she is a big child, she is still a child to her mother.”

Arya laughed softly.

“But my son is a little different. He feels like I’m talking to someone about the same age as me.”

“Are you saying something to your son?”

“You wouldn’t have done it to your average 13-year-old son.”

Ordinary.

Hearing her words, Krashu let out a blank laugh.

“Does an ordinary son even get a kick in his mother’s eyes?”

The hostess of Valheim.

It is a position that can never be occupied by only being pale.

Balheim, who has the world’s best martial arts, and the wife of Balheim, who is said to be the strongest family head of all time, who is beyond the ten thousand and four rivers.

In a way, she is a more difficult position to obtain than the queen.

That’s why Arya went through many secret struggles and won the political world.

She became the hostess of Valheim at the age of twenty.

15 Years after that.

She firmly holds her position as a hostess in Valheim, where all sorts of things come and go.

But there was a problem.

She has been through a lot to get to this position.

As a result, she lost many of her normal emotions.

The first thing she lost was her motherly love.

Her To her, her children are just people who exist to protect her own place.

She plays her mother, but when she decides it doesn’t help keep her place, she puts it down easily.

She had her daughter, Charlotte, who would keep her place for the rest of her life.

So she is infinitely kind to Charlotte.

On the other hand, to Krashu, she just played the role of her mother, and there was no such thing as motherhood.

The reason she called Krashu today coincided with Krashu’s words.

Because the recent rumors about Krashu are very different from what he usually does.

So I called to see if he had any value as his own child again.

And bingo was playing in her head.

“Son, mom likes how her son changes.”

And then she took a slow sip of the teacup she had poured.

“Because the fact that a son is his mother’s son will not change no matter what happens.”

The blood is much thicker than the black tea she just took a sip of.

Perhaps it was so severe that it could be called a curse.

Knowing that, Arya smiled.

“Because my son will be single because he resembles his mother. I thought that one day this day might come.”

And that was an absolutely undeniable fact.

Krashu’s poisonous side resembles Arya, and Krashu felt that fact long ago.

“So if you decide to become strong, become the strongest. Because that’s the only way to survive in Valheim.”

Even if it’s the mother who resented it so much, the fact that it’s blood hasn’t changed.

“And the real reason I called my son today is somewhere else.”

Arya says so and she sits on the table. She

She lifted up a piece of paper.

In the letter, the pattern of Balheim was clearly stamped.

“The Lord of the Houses has sent it.”

And it hardened even Krashu.

“…… What about?”

“They say he will be back soon from Geumyeok.”

A gold region that has become an irreversible land due to global erosion.

The place that could not even be graded was the most troublesome place in each country.

Balrog Balheim was in one of those forbidden areas.

That too alone.

“And he said he wanted to meet you once.”

In Krashu’s eyes, the feeling of “Why” Lingered for a moment.

As for what he did, he was at the level of a child at best.

It’s not enough to reach Balak’s ears.

‘Perhaps.’

Did your father see something?

Balak Balheim is a demigod.

If so, he will be able to see something close to precognitive through the stars in the sky, and in the process he may have seen something in himself.

“Until then, stay at the family home.”

After being told to stay until his father returned, Krashu raised his head.

My mother had a look on her face as she gave an order that she had to do.

“Is that what was written in the letter?”

Krashu asked her right away.

“Huh? Although it is not written.”

“Then let’s go back to Cheongsong-gwan.”

When Krashu declared that he would return right away, Arya showed a puzzled reaction for the first time.

“Oh, son?”

“Isn’t Cheongsonggwan the place I was originally assigned to? It’s something that my mother and even the head of the family agreed to.”

After saying that, Krashu smiled just like Aria.

“I will come when the head of the family calls. Or.”

And Arya realized today that Krashu is a more venomous species than herself.

“I wonder if the head of household came in person.”

Krashu, who casually said something that no one would dare to say, opened the door.

“Then I will testify about the anomalies of this global erosion, and then I will go back.”

Aria, who was shocked by her remark a moment ago, could not stop Krashu walking out of her room.

With such an aria, Krashu sighed after coming out of the room.

This is why he did not want to meet his mother.

Because her existence was uncomfortable even for Krashu.

“I hope I can finish my work soon.”

It was funny that I felt like going back to Cheongsonggwan, which I hated so much.

Maybe because of that, the expressionless face of a chick came to mind inadvertently.

‘I must be reading a book again.’

I was thinking about that.

Krashu just happened to face someone walking this way.

He was the maid who was in charge of Krashu’s room, and immediately bowed her head upon facing Krashu.

“Krashu, Sephira, the World Erosion Investigation Group, requested Krashu’s help.”

“Good timing.”

Where am I going to testify?

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Sephira, the World Erosion Investigation Team.

As experts in global erosion, they are a group of talented people from all over the world.

The four major kingdoms, each small country, and even the empire all work together to support these organizations.

‘That’s why Sephira holds the highest authority in terms of investigating world erosion.’

So even Valheim had to follow Sephira’s investigation unconditionally.

Unless you want to turn all countries into enemies.

“Welcome.”

When Krashu opened the room and entered, there was a woman with a hard look standing there.

She was carrying a briefcase with a Sephira uniform that swelled up in front of her.

The number engraved on her chest is level 4.

A person of a fairly high rank came as the Sephira, whose ranks range from 9th to 1st, came.

Well, work is work, so it was natural.

“Krache Valheim, that’s right.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

As the other side came out with a businesslike attitude, Krashu also sat down in a chair while answering with a businesslike attitude.

Sephira is a group that will continue to be needed.

Their world erosion knowledge is unmatched.

So I didn’t mean to hate them.

Just until the guy who ruins all these Sephirah appears.

‘I’m sure it’s still okay now.’

The time when he will be active is a little later, after all.

So Krashu decided to focus on the woman in front of him.

At that moment, Krashu saw a small black horoscope engraved on her neck between her hair.

Krashu, who had been staring blankly at the black star for a while, somehow felt a smile come out of it.

“?”

As soon as Krashu started laughing, the Sephira investigator turned his head.

She looked at Krache sullenly, and Krache leaned back in his chair.

I wondered where the servant of the undead was.

I never thought I’d be this close.

“The Undead.”

The moment Krashu brought up the name, the woman’s body stiffened.

“I want to do business with you.”

A small black horoscope engraved on a woman’s neck.

It was proof that he was none other than a servant of the Undead.

Originally invisible, but Krashu absorbed the world erosion into his body.

As a result, they began to see who the servant of the Undead was.

“You are bold. I never thought I would have planted a bell in Sephirah.”

“Krashu-sama, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

The investigator shot Krashu rather brutally.

But she couldn’t scare Krashu in the slightest with her bloody eyes.

“Don’t be fooled, I’m the only one who can erase your immortality.”

The moment the words continued, the investigator’s expression slowly began to change.

With that, the investigator’s face began to change.

Her black hair turned into a fiery red color, and her eyes also burned a deep red.

It was a pupil that reminded me of a reptile.

A deep breath flowed from her mouth as she saw several additional black asterisks on her neck.

“After.”

With that alone, Krashu felt a sense of intimidation different from before, spreading all over her body.

A cold sweat formed on Krashu’s back.

Even though Krashu was not suppressed by her intimidation, her body reacted as a conditioned reflex.

Even though the body of the Undead was temporarily transferred, not the main body.

She had scattered such overwhelming energy.

“Hey.”

And the words that came out of her mouth made even Krashu, who had been relaxed, harden in an instant.

“Are you a regressor?”

Regressors.

As soon as he heard her words, Krashu’s thinking stopped.

Regressors obviously include Crash.

But there are real regressors.

Arthur Grammalte.

Because he was a true regressor.

‘Does this guy know about Arthur?’

No, that wouldn’t be it.

If he did, he wouldn’t have asked if he was a regressor.

I was aware of the existence of the regressor in some way, and there was a high probability that it was a question I had asked.

At the same time, in Krashu’s head, he realized why Arthur had tried to find and kill the Undead in the past.

‘Because the undead know of the existence of regressors.’

I don’t know how he knew it, but it must have been a secret that should never be revealed to Arthur.

Because it’s a regression.

“I don’t know if I’m a regressor or not, but if I were a regressor, would you say it with my mouth?”

“At the point where a human child boldly asks me for a deal, there is no story other than a regressor.”

After saying that, the Undead began to laugh as if they noticed everything.

“I was looking for something else. I came looking for someone to get rid of the world erosion I raised, but the wrong thing happened.”

Insanity to increase the rank of world erosion.

The reason she kept doing such things seemed to have nothing to do with the regressor.

I don’t know what she was looking for, but the Undead drew a very arrogant expression.

“The Returner erases my immortality, that is ridiculous. Does a guy who is trapped in the yoke of time flirt with me who has transcended time?”

And it seemed that the Undead had completely misunderstood himself as a regressor.

‘This is a half-regressor.’

She herself is not a true regressor.

Because the real regressor is none other than Arthur.

Arthur, who has gone through the same cycle as Krashu, no longer exists in this world.

However, Arthur exists in this world.

‘The disappearance of the regression I stole is proof of that.’

The regression Krashu had had disappeared.

‘Because a skill is a unique ability that only one person in the world can possess.’

Ignis was contained in Krache’s black hood, but there was no return.

Because Arthur on this side had a return, Krashu’s return was erased.

So the real regressor was still Arthur.

‘I still don’t know what series of Arthur he is.’

It was clear that he did not know that Krashu had returned.

“Did you enjoy the world you saw? Did you feel like the whole world was yours when you experienced regression? It’s funny. All you will be left with is futility.”

Seeing the Undead giggling and making sarcastic remarks, Krashu was silent for a while.

After a while, Krashu raised his hand.

That was the moment.

A pen that was on top of her briefcase was suddenly held by Krashu.

Seeing that, the Undead hesitated.

It was because he knew very well that what Krashu was doing was neither aura nor magic.

“It’s a skill.”

And Krashu openly told them that it was a skill.

Krashu twirled her pen lightly and looked at her frozen.

“And it’s a skill that can steal even your immortality.”

The moment I informed him of the fact, the Undead’s eyes shook violently for the first time.

“Let’s have a little conversation now. Crimson Garden.”

An immortal who wants to erase immortality.

“With the only person who can erase your immortality.”

That’s the world eater right in front of you.

It was Crimson Garden August.