Became a Munchkin Skill Thief

Episode 2 The Half-Punny Who Changed

The world is unfair and sh*tty.

That was what Krache always thought about.

I realized that when I was about 8 years old.

The day she raised her sword along with her older brother and older sisters.

Krashu realized that the world had abandoned him.

Because he felt very bad about himself wielding the sword.

Actually, does it make sense for an 8-year-old to wield a sword?

The family to which Krashu belonged was a place where the average reaction did not work.

The strongest family in Staron Kingdom.

Valheim.

All of my immediate descendants born there were geniuses, and all of them were born idiots.

Except for one person, the shameful youngest member of Valheim, Krashu.

Even so, I struggled and somehow crawled into the age of the sky.

The end of it was the betrayal of those whom I thought were allies.

A body that can only contain curses.

Ah, it was a pitiful life.

Krache thought so.

Until I open my eyes today.

Flash!

Krache looked at the dimly lit ceiling through his open eyes.

A cold sweat drenched his whole body.

At the same time, he saw his hand stretched out in front of him.

He stretched out his hand towards Arthur as he struggled until the end.

Krashu, who had been staring blankly at his hand, gradually began to come to his senses.

The sound of cicadas whispered in his ear through the window.

The flash of light that streamed in showed me that it was now a summer day.

The scorching heat unique to summer made beads of sweat form on my forehead.

It was the opposite season, as the world that was perishing had a bitterly cold winter.

His eyes returned to his hands.

“Huh?”

Because the hand reflected in his eyes was fine.

Krashu’s thinking was paralyzed.

With that, he realized one more fact.

It was because the one eye that was clearly invisible was able to see properly.

That’s not all.

The whole body was strangely light, unlike before.

Juruk-

Beads of sweat ran slowly down Krashu’s forehead and down to his cheeks.

Looking around, this was a familiar room.

Because that was the room he stayed in in the past when he stayed in Valheim Street.

What is the current situation?

The answer was simple.

‘I can’t believe it.’

A black hood held in the hand that reached out towards Arthur at the end.

His skill was used in the vague hope that he might be able to steal his skill as well.

‘Arthur’s return was stolen.’

The moment I realized that fact, I got chills and goosebumps.

At the same time, Krashu lowered his hand.

I thought I might have, but I never thought I’d be able to steal the skill.

Krashu squeezed his hand.

The thrill that the last gamble was successful soared through his whole body.

‘Actually, I was able to check it earlier.’

It is the ability to steal curses.

It might have been natural for him to be able to steal the skill.

But Krashu didn’t dare to test it.

Even if you steal, you won’t have the confidence to use the skills that others have honed your whole life.

By the time I thought I could steal skills, my body was already ruined by a curse.

Not only that, but his black hood had obvious flaws.

‘The difficulty of stealing is a relative evaluation after all.’

Even a stone you pick up on the road can be the most precious thing to someone.

In that case, it is not easy to steal even a stone with a black hood.

‘The lock that comes out when using the black hood is the condition.’

The conditions for the lock that comes out when you activate the black hood are very different.

And only when you fulfill that condition can the lock open and you get what’s inside.

That was the Black Hood.

‘That’s why it’s even harder to steal abilities.’

Of course, one’s ability is the most precious thing to anyone.

As a result, the difficulty of the conditions is so high that it is not easy to steal.

‘By the way, what happened in this case?’

At the time of stealing Arthur’s Return, Krashu did not see the lock.

Just by activating the black hood, he stole Arthur’s return.

How was that possible?

‘Just in case.’

A thought crossed Krashu’s head.

Krashu had a vague impression from Arthur.

The feeling that he was tired in the early evening and just absent-mindedly repeating his work.

In Krashu’s view, Arthur has already repeated his regression several times.

Regression is obviously huge, but.

If you repeat it over and over again, the normal mind can’t stand it.

It is even more so if it is a world that is moving towards destruction.

‘So Arthur must have chosen to pass on the memories of those three years.’

Even if he returned again, he might have wanted to have at least someone next to him.

The problem is that he wasn’t even treated like that.

‘Anyway, in Arthur’s mind, he already wanted to erase the ability of regression.’

As a result, he was able to steal the return so easily that he couldn’t even get a lock.

‘Return for Arthur.’

Maybe it was a curse.

A curse that I want to escape somehow.

“Wait a minute.”

Then, another thought crossed Krashu’s mind.

He stole Arthur’s return and returned to the past.

Then, what happened to the Arthur he knew?

‘What the Black Hood stole does not remain with the opponent.’

If it was left in the first place, it couldn’t be said to have been stolen.

I stole the return from Arthur, so it’s clear that Arthur doesn’t have a return.

So, are you saying that the Arthur he knew was left intact in the previous episode, which is now perishing?

In front of a meteor shower of world erosion pouring into destruction?

“Ha ha ha.”

A mischievous laugh began to leak from Krashu’s mouth.

“It looks good. Arthur.”

Who knew that the regression you hated so much would eventually betray you.

Krashu stood up from his seat with a sneer at Arthur.

He didn’t really sympathize with him because he only treated himself as a tool.

In fact, shouldn’t we be thanked instead?

Because he took the return he hated so much.

‘So what year is it now?’

But Krashu also had the same problems as Arthur.

That is none other than knowing the end of this world.

Destruction that even the generation of the sky could not prevent.

If you can’t stop it, you will die yourself.

“To rot.”

Krasu swears and gets up from the bed.

Then I felt a moderately muscular body.

Although he had no talent, he swung his sword every day to live on his own.

Even though it’s lousy compared to its siblings, it has the minimum amount of muscle attached to it.

But this was not enough.

Krashu’s eyes turned to the full-length mirror that reflected him.

I think he’s in his early teens.

He was shorter than he remembered, and his bright blue eyes were clearly visible.

‘Can I stop it?’

At best, he was only treated as a tool to absorb curses.

Will he be able to prevent the end of the world?

Having such doubts, Krashu clenched his fists.

‘Don’t talk bullsh*t.’

It’s not whether it can be prevented, it must be prevented.

Because if you perish, you will fall behind the same way.

There were no options.

As such, Krashu spurred the door and came out.

The desolate corridor he hadn’t seen in a long time caught his eyes.

Long ago, this place was called Cheongsong Hall in Balheim, where he spent his childhood.

Mal is Cheongsong-gwan, and it could be interpreted as a place where the most outcasts of Balheim’s direct line are exiled.

It is because Cheongsong-gwan is small enough to be operated with a simple staff of one butler and three maids at most.

‘Because I am here.’

He said that the proof ceremony he had done at the age of 10 was over.

“Brother? Where are you going in such a hurry?”

At that moment, the butler spoke to him in front of him outside.

The name of the butler with a striking white beard is Aliod.

He was a butler assigned to Cheongsong-gwan along with him.

Seeing that face, Krashu’s eyes widened in an instant.

‘I see. It must have been the time when Aliode was still alive.’

Because Aliod was the only butler in Valheim who took care of him.

Krashu has been calling his name for the first time in a long time.

“Aliod.”

“Yes, boy.”

Seeing Aliode lowering his head after hearing his call, Krashu also smiled along.

“When are you planning to use the poison that your third brother gave you to kill me, the disgrace of the family?”

Aliod’s face was thick and stiff.

Krashu was still smiling as he looked at it.

Aliod, the butler of Cheongsong Hall.

Around the age of 14, the stew Krashu was eating was poisoned by his third brother, and the first betrayal Krashu suffered since birth.

It was the culprit.

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Aliod’s head was filled with confusion.

The Krashu Valheim in front of you was a direct descendant of Valheim that he had been assigned since he was born.

The kingdom of Staron is the only one that can compete with the world’s most powerful empire, the Epania Empire.

The only reason why Staron Kingdom could compete with the Empire was Valheim.

All of the direct descendants born there have innate innocence.

That’s why the Empire was too hasty to do anything about Staron.

However, Krasch Valheim was different.

Originally speaking of Balheim’s direct descendants, numerous gods already marked them before they turned 10 years old and offered conditions to sign a contract with them.

For the gods, the more excellent the contractor, the higher their rank, so the direct descendants of the Balheim family always had priority for the gods.

However, Krasch Valheim was different.

A proof ceremony descending on Balheim Street.

At the age of 10, Krashu was unable to sign a contract with any god even during the proof ceremony that showed how outstanding he was in the Valheim family.

He is lousy even for innate inaction.

He was eventually seen as a disgrace to Balheim and was driven to Cheongsong Hall.

Aliod, his butler, was also blood-curdling.

It was because the direct descendants he had to follow for the rest of his life were so poor, and his future was also predestined.

“Do, young master, what do you mean by that?”

Aliode spat at Krashu with a confused look on his face.

Until yesterday, he was Krashu, who was pessimistic about his life and looked like an idiot.

I didn’t expect him to notice the offer he had received just a few days ago.

He wasn’t the only one.

‘Has something changed?’

Usually, Krashu’s pupils seemed to have lost the will to live, and felt no power at all.

That fact made me give up Aliode all the more, but today, something was different.

There was a strangely intense desire in his eyes.

As if people changed overnight.

‘What the hell.’

What happened last night?

I don’t remember what happened last night, except that he fell asleep from exhaustion while swinging his sword.

While Aliod is flustered.

Krache slowly wiped his forehead.

His hair texture is pretty good, probably because he doesn’t have a curse.

It was a disgrace to the family, but it was thanks to the well-managed nobles who represent Staron.

It won’t be long before this will become as crumbly as your own heart.

‘I’m confused.’

Looking at Aliod’s face, I thought it would be different this time.